Dan moved to the flatscreen TV hanging from one wall. Snoot liked to view porn while he played. “There’s some electrical wiring here, which will give you more substantiality. Come close.”
I stepped to Dan’s side and buzzing coursed through my body. The vibration was subtle, but definitely there.
He asked, “Can you feel that? Like a warm, static charge?”
I nodded and waved my hand over the television. “It’s strongest right here.”
“That’s where the wires and cables go into the wall. Draw the energy in like you did before.”
I remembered his earlier lesson and power flowed through me. The energy fairly crackled, and I suddenly felt high, like I’d enjoyed a really good bottle of wine. “Wow, that feels good. I’m all tingly,” I giggled.
Dan grinned, probably at my drunken tittering. “Now try to move something. Grab one of those straps over there like I did.”
I floated to the closet. I grabbed a thin leather strap, remembering it slapping my bare butt once upon a time. The thought aroused me. I wondered if Dan had the stomach to spank a naughty girl or if that remained beyond his limits. I jerked on one end and watched it slither off the pole it hung from. I held it aloft, a conquering heroine displaying her prize to the two watching me. “It worked! I’m holding it.”
Tristan shook a cuff at me, making the chains holding it to the wall rattle. “Want to play while we have the opportunity?”
I grinned at him. I dropped the strap and rejoined a smirking Dan by the TV for another hit of energy. It made me downright giddy. “Woo, this is better than a bottle of champagne.” I skipped to Tristan’s side. “Okay, now what?”
“Concentrate all that energy in the pit of your stomach. When it’s there, stick your wrists in the cuffs and then let the energy flow through your whole body again.”
I did as he said, facing the room. As soon as the power I’d gathered suffused my entire being once more, the cuffs held solid around my wrists. I yanked on them, and my arms didn’t slip through. I faked terror. “Oh no. I’m at the mercy of two big, strong men.” My clothes disappeared in a twinkling.
Tristan reached for me, but Dan quickly said, “Unless I’m mistaken, it’s my turn with her?”
A twinge of temper showed on Tristan’s face, and I reminded him, “That is true, Mr. Commissioner.”
Tristan’s expression quickly smoothed. “Of course, Dan. She’s all yours.”
He stepped out of the way, and a very naked, very ready Dan stood before me. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Sexy Marlboro Man had me in his sights. He stepped close, his front touching mine. His beard stubble rasped against my cheek as he rubbed his jaw against my face. The crinkly-crisp hairs of his chest were a delight to my peaked nipples, his belly warm against mine and his long, thick sex probed right where I wanted it most. He cupped my buttocks in his hands, pulling me even closer. Oh yessir. This was right where I wanted to be.
“Now this has real possibilities,” he growled, sending my skin into gooseflesh. He licked my ear, setting off shudders down my spine. Next, he kissed his way across my jawline to my chin. He traveled down my throat, licking and nibbling a wet path down to the hollow, then farther down to the valley between my breasts.
Dan nuzzled his face deep into my cleavage, his light growth of beard sandpaperish on my soft skin. I caught my breath at the rough sensation, even more so at my helplessness to move away from it. With a devilish glint in his brown eyes, Dan scruffed his way up one mound, nipping until he reached the summit of my breast. He caught the rosy tip between his teeth, and I trembled at the growing pressure. A
pleasurable dart of pain sizzled from the hard nub to my sex, making me mewl. My inner thighs were slick with honey.
Dan’s tongue darted over the captured nipple, sending hot excitement through my flesh. The chains holding the cuffs to the wall jangled with my shaking. Then he released the taut, reddened peak to lick a slow circle over the areola. He dragged his rough chin all over my breast, reddening the tender mound. Then his mouth closed over it, sucking as much as he could draw into his mouth. I groaned to be so hungrily consumed.
Once the nipple of that breast had been teased until it blushed fire-engine red, he repeated the whole routine with the other. The entire time Dan mauled my orbs, his hands clutched my buttocks, digging his fingers into the pliable flesh. I felt beyond possessed. I felt owned.
There is nothing like a strong man to make me feel all woman.
I looked through desire-hazed eyes at Tristan sitting on the sawhorse, his eager sex clutched in one fist. He worked himself slowly, watching Dan kiss his way down my body until he kneeled before me. Seeing the vampire enjoying the show ramped up my excitement. By the time Dan rested my upper thighs on his shoulders, his lips parted and tongue extended to taste the honey I emitted, I panted with need.
I made a long, high cry as he licked my slit. I trembled near climax, my body begging for it. Dan worked slowly, avoiding my clit and keeping me at the edge of orgasm without allowing me to plunge in. Before long I whined, thrusting my sex in an effort to make him touch me where I wanted it most.
“Stay still,” Dan ordered in a low, stern voice. The voice of a Dom. Something in my head clicked, and I froze in place, despite the ferocious need eating me up. I shook as he continued his slow savoring, making my nether lips swell and my clit strain from its hood. I bit the insides of my lips at the sweet torment.
Dan slipped my legs from his shoulders and stood. He took a step back, looking me over with the air of a man admiring a prized possession. I looked back, taking in the wide-set shoulders, the chiseled chest, and the thick thighs. If there existed a more masculine looking example of the human animal, I couldn’t imagine it.
He came back to me, this time lifting my legs to wrap around his waist. Pressing me up against the wall, Dan shoved his cock into my body, taking me hard in one mighty thrust. I grunted at the heady mixture of pain and pleasure, my fists clenched. He pounded into me, taking all he wanted, and I spiraled upward at a dizzy pace until flung into space.
I disappeared from Earth in a thunderous cataclysm, my body going supernova. I shattered apart in billowing pulses, far beyond the senses of sight and sound. All I knew were the bright, hot quakes of dissolution, tearing from my core in tremendous waves of passion. I thought nothing, for all ability to think had been erased. Only sensation, glorious brain-numbing sensation, remained.
How long I was gone I couldn’t have said. Perhaps seconds. It might have been a millennium. It felt timeless, gone in the blink of an eye yet spreading out over eons.
When I returned, Dan moaned a strangled sound in my ear. His cock jerked inside me in dwindling spasms as he clutched me hard to his trembling body. Oh good; despite my absence, he’d enjoyed it too. Another happy customer.
After a few moments, he patted my rear and I untangled my limbs from around his body. “Whew, Brandilynn,” he said as he pulled away. He sat down on the floor with a hard thump.
I pulled the small remainder of energy I had left into my stomach, and my arms slipped from the cuffs. I crumpled into a puddle on the floor next to Dan.
“Don’t forget me,” came a cultured voice, and I raised my head to see Tristan still sitting on the padded sawhorse, his sex hard and flushed in his hand.
Oh yeah. I had not one, but two needy boys to care for. Poor me.
Tristan gave me a cruel grin full of threat. My guts churned in fear and tumbled with excitement. What did he have in store for me? I knew better than to ask. Part of a Dom’s power is in keeping the sub guessing.
“Crawl to the sawhorse, Brandilynn,” he ordered.
Crawling seemed a good idea since I didn’t think my legs would hold me. I did as I was told, feeling the rough nap of the carpet beneath my knees. Once I reached the sawhorse I waited for Tristan’s next command.
“Get up there. Be quick about it.”
Heaven help me, my legs still had the shakes. I forced myself up and lay on the padded
top of the table, my arms and legs going to the rests at the sides.
Tristan strapped my arms and legs. I was crouched face down, legs wide apart. Helpless and eager all over again.
I peeked over my shoulder at Tristan. He was fully clothed once more in perfectly cut black trousers and dark gray button-down shirt. Man, he looked amazing, so scrumptious, and so dangerous all at once. His heated gaze looked me over. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.
He turned around and went to the closet with its assortment of belts. Terror sent delicious tendrils through my lower body. I whimpered with the heady twist of lust and fear as he selected a wide leather strap. After evaluating the grip, he rolled his sleeves up slowly, his eyes staring into mine.
“I do this not because you’ve done anything to deserve it. I do it because it pleases me to. You are mine to do as I wish, sub, and you will prove it by accepting the punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice barely registered, but Tristan heard me. He headed my way.
I breathed deeply, forcing myself to relax. Spankings hurt more when you’re tense, and I didn’t want to be whining my safeword five swats into the discipline.
Tristan caressed my buttocks first with his hand, then with the strap. “This is going to look so pretty turned rosy pink,” he growled.
A slight noise let me know Dan had drawn near. My eyes were all for Tristan and that thick strap, however.
Tristan’s gaze flicked up, and he said, “Help me keep watch on her. As a matter of pride, some subs don’t safeword out when they should. If she looks like she’s in trouble, tell me.”
“Got it.” Dan’s rough hand brushed hair back from my face.
I was more responsible than that, but I wouldn’t naysay Tristan, especially not when he wielded a belt.
The first strike landed almost gently, the sting slight along the middle of my rear. Mild warmth lit across my bottom, making my insides melt. The next swat was the same strength, but at the precisely same spot, bringing stronger sparkles of pain. A third made me hiss with intensity.
Tristan paused the punishment to stroke my clitoris, playing with the tender bud until I mewled with oncoming climax. When I started making noise, he stopped and began spanking again.
The next three blows found the untouched lowest part of my cheeks, again starting lightly before increasing to a low throb. He went back to my clit, swirling his fingers around it and flicking the tip until I stiffened, warning him I was about to go over. Then Tristan returned to the strap, finding the uppermost part of my buttocks with that amazing accuracy of his, tripling the spanks once more.
Heat pulsed throughout my hindquarters, confusing pain with pleasure. I got lost in the swirl of sensations, my world narrowing to a point.
“Where are we, pet?” Tristan’s voice sounded far away. His wicked fingers played with my clit again, making everything inside tight.
“Here.” I barely remembered protocol to add, “Sir.”
“Is she getting off on this?” Dan’s question may as well have been asked in Russian for all the sense it made to me.
“She’s losing the ability to separate pleasure from pain. It’s becoming one amazing sensation.”
The next strike from the belt was stronger than the ones before, the intensity of it sweeter. I jerked in reaction, but I had nowhere to go. The straps held me still for another lick. And another.
They came faster and harder, but I experienced no pain. Only intense sensation, building heat, and the divine sense of helplessness stayed, taking me higher and higher. A small spasm rolled through my nether parts, a lovely little precursor to greater pleasures. I floated on the waves of bliss, each convulsion that seized my womb stronger than the last.
When the delightful spanking abruptly halted, I groaned. “Please, Sir, just a little more.”
Tristan’s voice sounded strained. “You’re going from pink to red, lover. I know you’re feeling good right now, but it needs to stop. I’m not a sadist.”
Tears flowed down my cheeks, and my innards ached with need. I’d been in such a wonderful place, and I didn’t want to emerge, not yet. “Please.”
“Hush, Brandilynn. I’ll give you something better.”
He moved between my legs, and his hard prod parted my drenched folds. I shuddered as he pressed inside me, filling me, igniting me, slinging me over the top as if I hadn’t been with Dan only minutes before. Tristan pounded hard, trading one form of heady punishment for another. His hips slapped against me in a relentless tattoo. Strapped down, all I could do was take it, orgasm after orgasm piling on top of each other, sweeping away all sense of myself. I had no responsibilities, and no need to assert any facet of Brandilynn Payson. I simply belonged to Tristan, existed only to satisfy him in whatever way he deemed fit. He shouldered all accountability, leaving me free. I dissolved into the glorious annihilation, letting go of all I was.
The instant of my utter surrender, a massive contraction seized my belly, so great I couldn’t even scream. The climax rode me hard, and if the straps hadn’t kept me tied to the table, I might have blown apart. Everything heaved like the ocean in a storm, tossing me to and fro until the tempest blew itself out.
When calm reasserted itself, I heard Tristan groaning as if from a great distance away. His cock pulsed within my clutching sleeve.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Dan said, his words coming from the other end of a long tunnel. “Baby girl, are you all right?”
My mouth open and closed, like a landed fish’s gulping for air. I doubt anything on me worked right at that moment.
“Unstrap her.” Tristan sounded very weak, not like himself at all. “Get her off the horse. I haven’t got the strength.”
“I don’t have to undo the straps. They’ll pass right through her. She’s used up all the power she sucked in.” Dan hefted me in his arms, tucking me in tight to his wide, flannel-shirted chest. “Talk to me, baby.”
“S’okay,” I slurred, remembering how to form the words. Sort of. “Iz good. Wunnerful.”
Dan looked amazing. He’d already assembled his clothes, and the blue flannel shirt he’d chosen to wear made him more ruggedly handsome than ever. He smiled at me. “Once you start speaking English again, I suppose we should get back to work.”
Tristan’s lovely body disappeared behind clothing again, and he looked particularly natty in that gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up. His steps as he walked towards us weren’t terribly sure, however. He walked like a sailor just having made landfall after weeks at sea. He made it to us, sandwiching me between himself and Dan.
Tristan planted a kiss on my forehead. “I wouldn’t mind visiting this place again so I can experience more of the accessories. Soon.” He arched an eyebrow at me, letting me know I was his partner of choice in such a foray.
I grinned, the soft cotton of my sundress returning to make me a more modest woman. Strength slowly but steadily seeped back into my sated body. If the vampire could promise more orgasms like that last one, I’d be glad to usurp the playroom whenever he wanted. “On this end of the mortal coil, time is definitely on our side.” I barely slurred.
“I sure won’t be able to look at Snoot the same way again.”
Dan snorted laughter. “I won’t be able to look at you two the same way. What a show.”
After a few minutes, I recovered enough to stand on my own two feet again without toppling over. Assured I’d regained my vigor, Tristan opened the door and led us through the rest of the house, searching for any clue as to who Snoot might have connections to among the fanged.
Nothing of interest to do with my killer came to light, and we soon returned to the underground city.
Chapter Ten
Dan held onto my hand, probably to make sure I didn’t wander off. We were in the library again before I knew it. A dark, looming figure awaited us.
Tristan looked so very human in ghost form. The Judge still looked otherworldly. Too pale, too cadaverous, too cold. Maybe o
nce you’ve been a vampire a few hundred years, all humanity wears off. I took a step back from him, recovered from the surprise, and made myself take that step forward again. He was only the ghost of a man, and I backed down from no one.
Unlike me, Tristan seemed glad to see him. “Are you looking for me, Judge?”
The rail-thin man bowed slightly, and I saw his scalp gleam through his thinning hair, which was caught back in a ponytail in the fashion of his day. “Yes, Tristan.”
“I hope you didn’t have to wait long. Do you have anything to report?”
The Judge offered him a heavy sigh, his harsh face remarkably contrite. “Regrettably, no. My apologies for failing to yield results, but the killer is quite the clever fiend.”
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