“I don’t like cussing because the world’s ugly enough without unnecessary vulgarity. Pussy and cock are fine when we’re in the bedroom, but the rest is just plain unattractive talk.” When he opened his mouth, I pointed a finger in warning. “I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense to you. It makes sense to me.”
“Fair enough,” he drawled. No humor marred his expression. He took me seriously. More stars. “Fourth?”
“I like watching people who put on a show. I like putting on a show myself. What I don’t like is seeing what should be private business, especially when it’s creepy vampire business.”
There. I had answered everything he asked. It was up to him to decide what to do with it.
Dan took his time doing that, still rubbing my bare arms with his big, strong, calloused hands. Jeez, I loved the feeling of his hands on me. Despite my best efforts, I was falling into sensual stupidity, wanting to discard my dress and bare every inch to that rough touch. I thought of him clenching my breasts, squeezing hard—
“Do you like me?” He brought me part way out of my fantasy.
I knew he referred to more than being friends. The candid way he stared into my eyes told me exactly what he wanted to know.
I swallowed. Fear of monogamy, of putting all my relationship eggs in one basket didn’t change the fact that I didn’t want to lose Dan as a sweetie. “I like you a lot, but I’m still not good with the commitment thing. I’m sorry.”
Dan’s hands moved up my arms, over my shoulders, up my neck and cupped my jaw. He leaned in close, and his mouth captured mine. The kiss was a gentle caress and he took his time with it. He made love to me with lips and tongue, making my insides flare with overwhelming heat. A spasm took my pussy, and I moaned into his mouth.
When Dan released me, I rubbed my thighs together in need. He pretended not to notice. “We’ll take it day by day. A friends with benefits plan to start with.”
Relief washed over me, but I had to be sure. “You’re okay with that?”
He took up one of my hands which traced the flat disk of his nipple through the shirt. He pressed a kiss to my palm then laid it on his very hard crotch. “What do you think?”
I ignored the bolt of desire, letting my true feelings for him have sway for the moment. “I think you’re a really good guy and I wish I’d met you in life before my head got screwed on so weird.”
Dan grinned and pulled me onto his lap. He brushed an errant lock of my hair back from my face to kiss me again. “You’re weird but good, Brandilynn. I think I can handle that.”
My clothes disappeared with a wish, and that rough, caressing hand fell on my breast, just as I’d wanted. His thumb rubbed my nipple, and his mouth seized mine. I melted against him, becoming the warm puddle of goo he turned me into so easily.
Dan laid me on the sofa, and his gaze roamed my body. The stark desire on his face made me wet. The heat of that stare was almost as palpable as his hands on me. I could see him weighing his options and waited breathlessly to find out what he had in store for me.
“Hands over your head and keep them there like they’re tied.”
I obeyed, thrilled when I felt the memory of a quickening pulse thrum through my body. Dan grasped my ankles, draping one leg over the low back of the couch and planting the other foot on the nearby table so that I spread wide open.
“You’re very wet, Brandilynn,” Dan murmured, his thumb tracing over my intimate folds. I hissed in reaction to his touch, my hips jerking. He grinned. “You’re also mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” I whispered. And whimpered when his thumb ran up my slit again.
“Good girl.”
I warmed at his praise almost as much as I warmed at his touch. I would make him happy with me. I would do whatever it took to please him.
He wet his fingers in my pool, playing over the petals of my sex until his digits were slick with my juices. Then he rubbed the moisture on one brazen nipple. With a grin, Dan put his mouth to my honeyed peak and sucked hard, his tongue lapping harshly against my flesh.
I groaned as pleasure zapped from my breast to my clit in a lightning flash. Dan gripped my breast in one hard hand, squeezing just to the border of pain as he sucked at its tip. Despite the wave of heat suffusing my body, I shivered when his teeth scraped the reddening nipple.
Nipping to service me with darts of pain, then gently licking and kissing the hurt away, Dan had me tossing in a maelstrom of sensation. Pain and pleasure mixed until I got lost in the intensity of feeling, unable to separate the two. And he was just getting started.
Once he’d brought that breast to swollen tenderness in which even a slight whisper of breath made me writhe, Dan moved to the other. He slapped one side of the mound then the other, pinking my ivory flesh nicely. Then he sucked hard on it, drawing as much of it into his mouth as he could. I arched in helpless delight, feeling the joy of heat, wet, tongue and teeth on my soft skin.
He set my breast free in slow degrees. Dan’s teeth seized on the tight peak, and he whipped his tongue over the tip. When I writhed uncontrollably, he settled his weight over me, holding me still. I realized he was still dressed. Being naked and at his mercy while he remained clothed increased my sense of powerlessness. Oh, I was in so much trouble with this man.
He punished and rewarded my breast in turns until the peak was as rosy and swollen as its neighbor. Only then did Dan seem satisfied with his handiwork. He considered my breasts with the air of a man who had built a great deck on his house. He looked very pleased with himself.
“Nice, baby girl. Very, very nice.”
He sat up, kneeling between my thighs, and looked me over. I trembled under his gaze, wondering what he had in store for me next. The anticipation tortured me as much as any harsh touch he’d given me. I lay at his mercy, and I wasn’t sure he had any. My rugged Marlboro Man looked very dark and dangerous right now, as lawless as any desperado who’d ridden into town at high noon.
Dan ran his hands down my ribs to my tapering waist. Then he let one palm drift lower until it settled on my mound. With the heel of his hand pressed against my clit, he rubbed hard, slow circles.
I moaned as ticklish heat bloomed under his touch. I was barely aware Dan watched my face as he made me take the delicious pressure. Oh heaven help me. It felt so good, and I moved to increase the friction. The heat built swiftly to a boil, bubbling higher and higher. I hurtled up that peak where thought ceased and desire ruled all. My mouth fell open, and I warbled little cries of anticipation. The fuse lit, and I was ready to blow. Ignition in five … four … three … two … one…
Dan’s hand lifted away, stopping the countdown. I hung at the trembling edge of explosion, my insides coiled tight as they could be without snapping.
I forgot myself for a moment, forgot I was a good little submissive who did as she was told to please her master. My hands moved towards Dan’s, and my lips moved to start a protest.
One look from his cold, dark eyes reminded me in a hurry. Though my body quaked with need, I made my arms move back to their position over my head. I bit my lip to quiet the objections that sought escape from my crowded throat.
Dan’s mouth quirked at one corner. “Problem, baby girl?”
You bet. Your hot body, your talented hands, and your mouth. Problems galore, and I have a feeling my troubles will multiply before you’re done with me.
What I said was, “No, Sir.” It came out between clenched teeth, a childish whine.
He grinned. “I’ll tell you when you can come.”
Oh heck. If I ever wanted to cuss, it was now. “Yes Sir.”
Dan’s gaze left my face to slide down my body. He used the fingers of both hands to spread my sex wide for examination. “So pretty,” he commented, rubbing wetness all over my pussy lips. “Sweet and pink. But not nearly ready for me. Not by a mile.”
I bit down on the whimper that wanted to be voiced.
Dan then worked on my sex the w
ay he had my breasts. His fingers ran about the outside of the sensitive lips and circled my clit, not quite touching that aching nub. He teased and played, making me tremble all over. It felt as if I pumped juices out by the gallon. God, he was killing me.
Then his mouth fell on me, his tongue darting deep within. Feeling that velvety appendage working in and out of my core brought the ticklish burning even higher. Dan withdrew his tongue to lap all over my quivering pussy, like a cat enjoying cream. He continued to avoid my straining clit, drawing tight circles all around it with his tongue. I jerked helplessly, trying to get direct contact. The pleasure was torture, and I thought I might go insane with need if I didn’t come.
Dan straightened, his grin pure deviltry when his gaze met mine. He pressed a palm down on my mound again, this time avoiding the clit. Holding me down like that, his thumb took up where his tongue had left off; tracing slow, agonizing circles around and around that needy cluster of nerves. His other hand went between my legs, wetting his fingers in the thick honey that seeped from my font.
He thrust two fingers in me with a sudden strength that would have made me arch into the air had he not been holding me down. “Ah!” I yelled in shocked pleasure at the abrupt penetration.
Dan’s fingers beat in and out of me at a furious pace, and I twisted on the sofa. The pressure on my mound, his thumb swirling so close to my clit, the hard, fast way his fingers pounded my sex … he took me to the edge of orgasm, and there I hovered in elated misery, unable to back away and unable to come. Worse still, he found the spot on the front wall of my sheath where the deepest, most heady pleasure was to be gained. Dan curled his fingertips every few strokes to tease my body until it clenched down, ready to release apocalyptic orgasm, then he backed down to deny me over and over.
“Please.” My voice was strangled by the torment he gave.
“You’re getting nice and swollen, baby girl.” His eyes had gone very dark now, staring at my pussy, at how he tortured it.
“Please, Sir.” Tears rolled from the corners of my eyes.
“Your clit is all the way out of its hood.” A third finger joined the other two. The air filled with moist sounds
“Please.” I was stuck on that one word. My universe had narrowed to my lower body and the desperate need that pulsed there.
“So red and wet, Brandilynn.”
“May I come, Sir?” I sobbed unashamedly.
“Did you know you’re shaking all over?” His thumb, so close. His fingers found the sensitive area inside once more.
I screamed. “Please Sir!”
“Come, Brandilynn.”
His thumb and finger slid over my clit, and he pinched it hard. The world disappeared in a white-hot flash, my body going nuclear in a rush of burning sensation that sizzled right to the ends of every strand of hair on my head. The next climax detonated just as devastatingly, flinging me far and wide before dissolving every molecule into the blinding void.
Time and space ceased existence. Only rolling pulses of delicious sensation poured through the cosmos, saturating the space where my body had once existed.
When I came back, slowly settling into sweet, mundane Earth once more, Dan’s strong arms enfolded me. He watched my face as I made my gradual return. You’d never seen a man so darned pleased with himself.
“You okay, baby girl?” he asked.
I blinked slowly, trying to figure out how my lips worked so I could speak. Finally I managed to croak, “I’m here.”
He laughed at that. “I’m glad you are. Let me know when you’re ready to start up again.”
Again? Heavenly saints, save me from this man. He really was going to kill me. Oh wait, I’m already dead.
My wits gathering around me reluctantly, I said, “When Sir wishes, this sub is ready.”
“You’re sure?” The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened. Dan enjoyed himself way too much.
“I’m sure.”
I was wrong.
Dan gripped his cock, swirling the head in my wetness. Still insanely swollen and sensitive down there, I groaned as my body re-ignited. Maybe I should have asked for a few more minutes before he took me. Maybe a few days, even.
He didn’t give me the chance. Dan’s thrust was hard and swift, and I thought my head would blow right off my shoulders. Still engorged, still tight from the Orgasm From Hell that he’d given me, my sleeve yielded as reluctantly as a teenaged virgin’s. I shrieked in mingled pleasure and pain as his thick cock invaded.
All hunger and brutal need, Dan gave me no mercy. His hips beat a primitive tattoo against me, our flesh slap-slapping in rhythmic fury. My insides gathered in a ball once more, twisting tighter and tighter, readying for another cataclysm.
“Noooo…” I strangle-screamed as my belly twirled in a tight spiral, curling in on itself until the tension broke, and I shrieked bedlam once more.
As I jerked in a convulsive fit of rapture, I was dimly aware of Dan losing his rhythm. His bellow joined my screams, and his cock jerked hard within me. My pussy spasmed and grabbed at him, milking him for every precious drop it could gather. It greedily drank him down, and he groaned my name three times before collapsing over me.
Pleasantly crushed beneath him, I slowly settled down, riding each dwindling wave like an obsessive-compulsive surfer. My arms circled around his neck, and I twined my legs in his. Heaven help me, he felt so right. More right than any bloodsucking vampire could possibly be.
Maybe one man could find a way to make me his and his only. Maybe I would learn to trust. But the fear remained and was joined by a new terror.
I really cared for Dan. I was maybe even falling in love. But knowing myself so well, I didn’t fear just for me and my bruised heart. Now I thought I’d end up hurting Dan in the long run.
Darn him for being so perfect.
Chapter Fourteen
I knew day had dawned when Tristan appeared in the head librarian’s office door. He stared at me and Dan. Dan was engrossed in some Walt Whitman poetry that had just appeared on the shelves a few hours ago. Apparently, the deceased writers and poets only had to wish their works into the places where the literature-starved dead gathered. Sort of like how the King George Hotel’s chef fed us his memories of delicious cuisine. The netherworld was magical when you got past the morbid aspects of it.
I wallowed in frustrated enjoyment of a nearly-impossible Sudoku puzzle. Doing battle with grids of numbers proved a pleasant way to pass the time once Dan and I had exhausted our more wanton urges for awhile. Now my mind wanted a workout.
I began to see the possibilities for the next several hundred years or so. Languages I could learn, the books to be read, new knowledge to be gained. Dan had told me he liked to, excuse the pun, haunt the local college and attend the lectures. Surely I could put off the boredom that afflicted so many of the earthbound dead for several centuries.
The movement at the office door filled me with dread. Somehow I knew it was Tristan before I looked up. I didn’t want to look at him, not after I’d seen him and Patricia go full predator. I’m like Lot’s wife though. I just have to look.
Tristan stared at me, his too-handsome, too-human face worried. And darn if my heart didn’t go pitter-pat at the sight of him. It was like he was a set of twins; one all scary and evil, the other a disheveled angel.
I sighed. When Tristan wasn’t a vampire, I felt as gooey for him as I did Dan. Maybe he and I didn’t sing the same tune, but only because his nighttime persona freaked me out. If not for the bloodsucking side of Tristan, I’d be equally besotted with him as with my Marlboro Man.
I’m a smart enough girl to realize that my interest in Tristan kept me in Dan’s arms though. If Dan had been my only option for romance, I’d be running for the hills, unable to deal with the terror of putting my trust in one man. I also realized that this situation was terribly unfair to them both.
Knowing something and being able to change it are two entirely different things.
I sto
od, putting my puzzle down. I noticed how Dan kept his eyes on his book as I walked past the desk on my way to speak with Tristan. I went into the office, and the vampire closed the door behind me.
Without preamble, Tristan said, “I could kill Augustus for making you watch that. I know he has his reasons for what he does and they’re usually very good, but that’s not how I wanted you to see me.”
I studied him. He stared at me with those dark, almost black eyes. He looked so tormented. Ashamed. To see Tristan’s cool confidence stripped away like that startled me. I had the feeling he didn’t let many people see this unsure side.
I fought off the urge to throw my arms around him in a comforting hug. “I guess being a vamp isn’t so great sometimes?”
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