Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy (9 page)

Dan paused and looked at my face. “No
safeword yet?”

“No Sir.”

“What’s with the ‘Sir’ stuff,
Brandilynn? I’m not quite getting that.”

I wished he wouldn’t stop for a lesson,
but if he wanted to be trained right, I guessed I was the gal for
it. “Subs typically refer to their Doms as ‘Sir’ or maybe
‘Master’.”

“And you don’t mind me calling you
‘baby’ or ‘baby girl’? That’s the endearment that keeps coming out
of my mouth, though you’re definitely not helpless.”

“I don’t mind. Would you like me to
call you ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’?”

He thought. “Being called ‘Master’ in
the South has too many negative connotations. I have dear friends
of many races. Let’s stick with Sir.”

“As you wish … Sir.”

Dan grinned. “Now where was I before my
curiosity got the better of me?”

“My breasts. They miss you already.” I
gave him a saucy grin.

“Oh yes. And what wonderful, wonderful
breasts they are. So big and round and yet perky. But I think I
might move a little farther south now.” He released my wrists.
“Let’s see you grab your ankles and hold them wide apart for
me.”

A thrill of fear shivered up my spine
as I complied with his order. The position opened me wide and made
me terribly vulnerable.

“You will hold that position,
Brandilynn. Don’t move.” His eyes were intent on mine.

“Yes Sir.”

Dan moved down until his face hovered
over my mound. His gaze still held mine as he leaned down and ever
so slowly ran his tongue from my anus to my clit. I shuddered in
reaction, and my legs drew together so very slightly as everything
below clenched hard.

His tongue danced over my most
sensitive flesh, dipping, stroking, lapping and twirling until
trembling suffused my entire body. I cooed and warbled as his
incredible tongue teased me to distraction. One moment it dove into
my well, the next it delicately lapped at my folds. Then it swirled
in complicated patterns over my clit before corkscrewing down the
thickly honeyed lips to do it all again. And all the time he
watched my face. The experience was one of the most intense I’d
ever known.

Finally he lowered his gaze to my slit.
His hand moved to cup my mound, and I nearly forgot myself and
wriggled against the flat of his palm. Dan was a master all right,
master of the tease. I wanted contact. Lots and lots of
contact.

One finger ran up and down, gently
parting my nether lips. “You’re getting swollen, baby,” he
whispered. “But I barely see your clit peeking out from the hood.
You’re not quite ready.”

I moaned, wanting to protest. I felt
very ready, thank you so much. And in such need.

His other hand covered the top of my
mound and rubbed in a slow circle. The motion pulled at my clit,
and he came close to touching the straining pearl. He sent a thick
finger into my hearth, and I cried out at the sweet penetration. He
pushed in and

out, his finger slick with my juices
but still managing a delicious friction that sent sparks flying
into my womb.

Dan added another finger after a few
strokes, and I groaned. He stoked the fire hotter and hotter,
suffusing me until my trembling grew to an uncontrollable quaking
that shook my whole body. A third finger had me tossing my head
from side to side, especially when he flexed all the digits to
spread the walls of my sex. It felt so good, but he kept completion
just out of reach, driving me insane. I made a beseeching sound,
which he ignored.

Instead he muttered, “Getting there,
baby girl. But let’s see what you think of this.”

His fingers pulled free of my clutching
sheath, and I did protest then. “Oh no, Sir, please don’t
stop.”

“Hush, Brandilynn.” His voice was
velvet over steel, and despite my desperation, I clamped my lips
together.

They flew apart again in a gasp as one
of his honey-slippery fingers circled my anus. The sensitive flesh
contracted with pleasure as he teased the puckered
rosette.

“Still no safeword,” Dan murmured, his
voice pleased. His finger settled at the tight entrance, and he
gently pressed in.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as he
breached the taboo orifice. For me, a submissive who wants to be
possessed completely by her lover, no greater surrender existed
than giving over this particular body part. The delight that comes
from such penetration is deeper, more satisfying in some respects
than vaginal sex can be. I know for some women anal play is only
painful, a man’s kink to be endured if allowed at all. For me the
pleasure is every bit as knee-unhinging as a G-spot
orgasm.

Dan probed carefully, stretching the
delicate tissue slowly, inserting more fingers as my body allowed.
His thumb flicked my clit from time to time, bringing bright
flashes of pure sensation over the deeper thrall of exploring my
back passage. I shivered, clenching my ankles harder than ever as
he drove me right to the edge of rapture.

When his fingers withdrew again, I
squeal-snarled at him. He chuckled. “Getting a bit bratty, aren’t
you, girl? I thought you were supposed to be
respectful.”

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whined. “I
can only take so much.”

“Then let me soothe you,” he whispered,
sliding up to crouch over me. His turgid flesh prodded my softer
bits, and I jerked my hips towards him with eagerness.

“Damn, Brandilynn,” he said, sinking
into me with a deep groan.

I barely registered the profanity as he
pressed deep, filling my hungry channel. I yielded easily to him
despite his length and girth and sighed with contentment as our
bodies melded. My nipples were hard as they scraped against the
crinkly scatter of hair on his chest. If sheer masculinity can be
sweet, then Dan was the yummiest piece of candy I’d ever
tasted.

He moved with decisive precision, his
strokes sure with confidence. Right away I hovered on that luscious
edge again, eager to dive into the drowning waters of
bliss.

Dan’s assured poise titillated every
bit as much as the masterful way he plunged in and out of my body.
I’d never been so ready to climax so soon after penetration. I
keened with pleasure and fought to keep from falling over into
sweetly beckoning orgasm.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl,” he
encouraged.

“So strong,” I cooed. “I want to come
already, and it’s killing me not to.”

“Keep talking. I want to hear you tell
me how I feel inside you.”

I groaned. “You’re bumping up against
my cervix. It’s intense, like electrical shocks traveling up and
down my body. Your body against mine … powerful. Even if I said no,
you could take what you want from me. I have no defense that could
stop you.”

“That excites you.”

I groaned in response. Telling him how
vulnerable he made me feel was heady stuff. The first involuntary
spasm licked through my belly. I shuddered and tried to fend off
the encroaching bliss.

“Tell me more.”

I sobbed breaths, fighting the need to
succumb to what his body, his commands were doing to me. “Thick …
making me full. Driving in and out. Taking your pleasure. Please …
Sir.”

“Do you want my permission to come,
baby girl?”

I was losing the fight to deny my body.
Another slow, hard convulsion clenched my insides. Oh heaven help
me.

“Ask for permission,
Brandilynn.”

“Please, Sir. May I come?”

His hand reached between us. “Yes, you
may.” He pinched my clit hard, and I took off in a rocket blast of
sensation. Pulses shot me up and over sight and sound, blinding and
deafening me so that all I knew was the shattering crescendo of
bliss. How long I remained suspended that way I don’t know; it felt
as if an eternity, it felt as if a brief nanosecond. The orgasm
took me beyond any grasp of time and space.

When I set back down, Dan still
crouched over me, his eyes wide and his breath coming in quick
pants. He was breathing? “Did I really do that to you?” he
asked.

“Most definitely. But you
didn’t—?”

“Not yet. If I wasn’t already dead,
holding off might have killed me.” He pulled free, sitting back on
his knees. “Roll over, baby girl.”

Shaky and weak, I nevertheless obeyed
him. He gripped my hips, putting me up on my knees. I moaned to
feel his eager flesh pressing on the tight rosette of my rear.
Everything about me softened in nervous, needy anticipation. I’d
never had a man as thick as Dan that way.

“Slow and easy, baby girl. Open to
me.”

The pressure grew as he pushed into my
tightest sleeve. His gentle penetration forced a steady yielding
from my body, and I gradually enclosed his silken steel. The
seldom-used flesh burned as it gave way to the intruder. I
whimpered, willing my body to get past the stretch, to find the
pleasure this kind of play always brought me.

And there it was, that slow blooming of
carnal delight, suffusing my nether regions and overcoming the low
ache of his possession. Once again I found myself edging towards
gratification.

“Are you all right, Brandilynn?” Dan
heaved for breath now, no doubt closing on his own peak.

“More, Sir. I want more,” I groaned.
Brave because he didn’t know the rules of domination and submission
nor that I was breaking them, I pushed backward to greedily take
him in.

A hiss of pleasure warned me I had
taxed his ability to be cautious, and he pressed into me harder,
forcing all of himself in. Pain and desire fought an excruciating
battle for a few moments. I gasped, automatically breathing hard
because that’s what one did at moments such as these, dead or not.
My fists clenched the bedding, and I forced all my tension into
them.

After a few seconds, desire won the
intense scuffle, and I moaned with renewed bliss. Relaxing into
Dan’s perfect possession, I moved against him, slowly, slowly,
slowly until he took over. His groans were musical to my ears, and
my passion rose with the sounds of his pleasure.

“Not too much longer, babe. Most girls
won’t do this, so I’m a little out of practice,” he grunted. “I
want to see if I can take you with me.”

He bent over me, his arm wrapping
around. His fingers seized my clitoris and rubbed it gently as he
rode me faster and harder. I loosed a happy wail as sparks flew
from his knowledgeable fingers to set a blaze deep inside me. I
gushed honey over his working digits.

“That’s it,” he gasped. I could feel
how he strained against using me too hard, holding back so I
wouldn’t be hurt. “Here it comes, Brandilynn. Oh yeah. Oh
yeah.”

Hearing him nearing the pinnacle of
ecstasy, knowing I was the impetus to his pleasure, brought me
close to my own realization. My guts spasmed, a warning shot fired
just before the volley of sensation battered me, taking me down so
that I screamed into the soft bed linens. With a loud groan, Dan
tensed behind me, and his cock jerked hard. He groaned again,
muttering my name in his rough voice. The sound of it warmed me as
I rode waves of bliss.

After a few gorgeous moments of
toe-curling delight, Dan pulled free and crashed next to me on the
bed. He dragged me close to snuggle next to him. I burrowed my
cheek in the hollow of his shoulder, enjoying his strength without
losing myself in it. I had definitely enjoyed our
playtime.

Had I been alive, I would have wanted
to settle into a doze. Here, I remained wide awake. No need to
sleep. I found myself missing the lazy warmth of drifting off in
the arms of my lover after satisfying sex.

Dan sighed. Perhaps he missed it too.
But if he did, he didn’t comment on it. What he said was, “The
vampires will finish feeding soon. Tristan will want to speak to
you once he’s ready to see to business.”

“Does that mean it’s time to go?” Awake
or not, I was in no hurry to see Tristan in his full vampire glory.
I shuddered.

“Afraid so, baby girl.” Dan sat up and
swung his feet to the floor. When he stood, he was fully dressed
again. “Let’s go find you a body.”

“Eww,” I complained, reluctantly rising
and draping myself with the pretty flapper dress again. Having Dan
in my ghostly excuse of a body was fun. Being in someone else’s
body didn’t sound nearly as enjoyable.

Chapter Five

We went back to the lobby, and Dan led
me to the middle of the room where the psychic Lana spoke to a
small, well-padded Hispanic woman. Both wore casual blouses, jeans
and sneakers. They held lit flashlights, the beams unimportant in
the well-lit room. They looked terribly out of place in the opulent
surroundings.

As we approached, Lana straightened. “I
feel her, Isabella.”

Isabella’s cherubic face lit in a
gentle smile. Staring out in front of herself, she spoke in a
softly accented voice. “Hello, Brandilynn. I am so very sorry for
your death. You are welcome to use this body to find your
killer.”

I warmed at her kind tone, but at the
same time … double eww. I rubbed my palms against my skirt,
wondering how on earth I could be dead and sweating.