Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy

by Tracy St. John

  He continued to rub the stiff peaks, his eyes devouring my mounds. “Were you spanked as a child?”

  “Never.” A little of my passion ebbed. “My parents were too wrapped up in their own selves to worry much. And I was a very good girl until college, always trying to get their approval.”

  “You’re carrying some baggage, Brandilynn. But then, so are we all.”

  He kissed me, starting gentle with soft lips. But his arms around me were strong and firm, making me feel safe. Controlled. Owned. And when his kiss turned more passionate, more demanding, I melted against his suddenly naked body. His cock pressed thick between us, and I thought of all the ways he could possess me. My inner thighs turned slick with honey.

  Dan’s hand crept into my hair, grabbing a handful so he could tilt my head just so, allowing him to plunge his tongue deeper towards my throat. I moaned into his mouth, encouraging his dominance over me.

  He broke the kiss and swept me up into his arms, a real Rhett Butler-and-Scarlett O’Hara moment. I went giddy with romantic inclinations as Dan crawled onto the bed and laid me on the downy coverlet. His beefy body half covered mine, and he gathered my wrists in one hand to stretch my arms over my head. My sex gushed warmth at the authority with which he held me.

  He searched my eyes. “You do like this.”

  My voice was breathy. “Oh yes Sir, I do.”

  “And your safeword again is sharkbait?”

  “Yes Sir.” Anticipation made me heat up all over.

  “All right then.”

  His head bent to my breasts, and beard stubble rasped against my sensitive skin. Beard stubble on a ghost. I wondered if I’d ever wrap my head around this being dead stuff.

  Dan sucked hard on my nipple, and electricity zinged from the stiff peak straight to my crotch. With a tiny cry, I arched beneath him. He responded by sucking more of my breast into his hungry maw, his tongue whipping across the pebbled nub. Then he did the same to my other breast.

  He kept at me like that until my nipples were red and throbbing. Then he nipped one with his teeth, sending a shock of sensation striking my nether regions with the force of a lightning bolt. I made a strangled cry as heat pulsed from the aching nub.

  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 tha
t 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.

  Dan tugged me closer. “This is Isabella. She’ll be your channel.”

  I bit my lip. “What exactly am I going to be doing?”

  Isabella smiled at no one. “I will begin now.”

  She swept one foot across the finely woven Oriental rug she stood on, as if brushing aside something. Then she crouched on the floor, crossing her legs to sit Indian-style. Her eyes closed and I watched as her ample bosom rose and fell slowly with even breaths.

  “What the heck? Why doesn’t she sit on a sofa?” I asked Dan. An extremely comfy-looking one, all done up in soft red velvet, sat empty right behind her.

  “Because there aren’t any on the physical plane. She can’t see the spirit of the hotel.”

  Oh. “This is so weird,” I complained.

  “Pay attention. She’s putting herself in a trance in which she’ll make room for your spirit to enter her body.”

  “How?” A million butterflies took flight in my stomach. Did I really have to do this?

  Dan shrugged, his neverending patience unperturbed by my con
stant questions. “I don’t know. Some things you just have to accept as what they are.” His gaze on Isabella sharpened. “Get ready.”

  The channel’s face went lax. Her shoulders sagged, but her body remained upright in its seated position.

  “Okay, Brandilynn.” Dan motioned to the woman.

  I stared at her. “What do I do? Just crawl in her? How? And shouldn’t we be properly introduced first? I mean, this is kind of an intimate situation—”