Apocalypse Dance

by M. Barnette

  "No,” it came out as a tremulous whisper, her body still limp from the power of the orgasm he'd given to her.

  She felt herself being lifted into his embrace and she opened her eyes, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

  "Tell me what I did wrong,” he murmured, lips brushing her cheek, the tip of his tongue lapping away a tear. Drinking it in the way he drank from her womanhood. “Nikki, what did I do?"

  "Nothing, Jason."

  She saw him smile at the use of his real name. “You sure?” His gaze was bright, blue, but dark, full of concern.

  "Yeah.” She tipped her head back a bit and kissed him, her hand dropping down between them to caress the heat of his cock, wrenching a soft moan of pleasure from him. Her thumb brushed over the slit in the head, slicking precome over the end, and he shuddered.

  "Your turn,” she murmured as she pushed him down onto the bed.

  "Ride me,” he told her.

  "Not yet. I want to taste you the way you have tasted me."

  The smile he gave her was quirky. “Ah, the Damsel plans to turn the tables on the Dragon, does she?"

  Nikki giggled and nodded. “Yes, Mr. Dragon, that is exactly what I plan to do."

  He grinned and shoved a pillow under his head, making sure he could see her. “I'm going to watch, if you don't mind."

  "Not at all, Mr. Dragon,” she replied.

  Sitting on her knees, Nikki bent down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, licking slowly in a circular pattern around the edge before she bent down just a bit more and licked it from tip to base, then back up from the base to the tip following along the bottom.

  One glance showed her lust warmed eyes, his gaze gone from their usual bright blue to a deep cobalt. He was watching her, his expression intent. Hot. Excited. And she was the one doing that to him. Her, Nikki, making the Dragon inside his soul sit up and take notice.

  Roderik, and his Dragon had never allowed anything like this. Couldn't abide the thought of anyone having power over him or his body, his emotions. No, the only thing he understood was the heat of a woman's cunt as she cried out in pain and humiliation.

  But the Dragon within the man under her teasing mouth was a different sort of Beast. It was as much a lover as a killer. At least to Nikki that's how it appeared. She could see it shining in Bells's eyes, a blazing intensity, his gaze full of emotion, desire—need.

  She wanted to believe this was more than just sex. Really wanted to hear him whisper I love you into her ear, to know that he cared for her as more than a responsibility; someone foisted off on him as part of an agreement with Hawk. But what she wanted never did mesh with reality. If it did her parents would be alive. Chet, Anya and Dal would be alive. Hawk would still be with them.

  Bells—Jason—would love her.

  But that wasn't the reality she'd been dealt. She had the reality where everyone died. Where all she could hope for out of life were a few stolen moments of pleasure, a few little glimpses of a world dead and gone. A world in which her wonderful dreams of a career, family, love and children were shattered forever.

  While she was thinking she made sure her pace on his cock stayed slow and teasing. When she glanced at him again his eyes were riveted on her, half lidded with desire, a sexy smile curving his lips.

  "Nikki,” he murmured. Just her name, his voice gone a bit deeper, the dulcet tones rich, roughed by passion.

  Opening her mouth wide she took in his entire length, her nose hitting the nest of gold curls at the base, lips closing tightly around his manhood, a hand moving to cup his balls, caressing gently as she slowly slipped him out of her mouth.

  She could do this without any bad associations. Roderik had never let a woman's mouth near him. He'd either feared being bitten too much, or didn't like the power exchange he perceived such an act entailed. It was a woman doing something to him, causing pleasure he wouldn't control, so it was one sexual act he had never sullied for her.

  And it was one she enjoyed.

  His hips bucked twice and stilled, and she could see he'd gripped the sheets in his hands, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth, letting her stay in control. It was not something most men she'd ever been with had seemed to want. Her in charge. But Bells was different in that respect, and in so many other things. She wondered if it was because of the Dragon, or the man he'd been before he'd become Immortal.

  "Nikki...” his voice showed the strain of the tight control he had on himself.

  When she reached the tip of his cock she plunged down again, and he cried out, hips arching off the bed, body shuddering.

  And she was doing that to him. Making him react so strongly. Making him cry out with the pleasure.

  It was a strange situation for her now, the ability to call the shots in bed. So much control. So much power, and she wanted to see just how far she could take it. Her hand took the place of her mouth and she stroked him slowly.

  "Can I tie you up?"

  For an answer he sat up, reached over the side of the bed and stripped a piece of leather cord from his gunbelt. The restraining cord that went around his thigh. Smiling he held it out to her. There was a bright glitter in his eyes, anticipation that sent a thrill through Nikki.

  "You're sure."

  "Absolutely,” he replied without the slightest hesitation.

  * * * *

  The leather cord was wrapped around his wrists, Nikki's breasts in his face as she leaned over to tie him to one of the supports holding the headboard. Grinning, he took advantage of her position and raised his head to suck a delicate nipple, his cock jumping at her gasp of pleasure.

  "Did I tell you to do that?” she asked softly.

  "No, Mistress."

  The surprised look she gave him was priceless.

  "Jason?"

  "Yes, Mistress?"

  She stared at him, and he grinned.

  "You really don't mind being submissive to a woman, do you?"

  "Should I?"

  "A lot of men wouldn't want to do it.” She was thinking of Roderik, who always tied his women down and gave them no control and no real pleasure. She'd mistakenly believed all Dragons would be like Roderik. She should have realized that it wasn't the fact Roderik was a Dragon that made him a bastard, it was the kind of man he'd chosen to be.

  Bells laughed, the sound warm, mellow. “More the fools they,” he told her with a wink. “They don't know what they're missing."

  Before she could retreat he captured her nipple again, nipping gently but she pulled away, going back to what she'd been doing, gently sucking his balls into her mouth, her hands holding his thighs spread wide for her exploration. He gasped and bucked when she blew cool air over the sensitized head, then plunged his entire cock into her mouth, sucking gently.

  * * * *

  A groan of pleasure rumbled out of his chest and he gripped the edge of the headboard, hanging on tightly, fingers digging into the thin padding, tearing the old vinyl.

  "Jason."

  He lifted his head to look at her. Obedient to her will. Expectant. He wanted what she was doing to him, enjoyed having his choices, and all control of the situation stripped away.

  She was kneeling between his legs, fingers curled around his erection, stroking slowly. Her knees were spread wide and he could see the creamy wetness in the dark curls covering her sex.

  "Mistress?"

  "Have you been good?"

  "I don't know, Mistress. Have I?"

  He saw her smile. Saw her slip a finger into the cleft of her sex, her hand moving slowly.

  "I'm not sure,” she replied. He could only watch, unable to reach for her as she continued to finger herself slowly, the motion of her hand mesmerizing him.

  Watching her like that, seeing her touching herself, out of his reach, made his heart pound. His cock twitched when she rose up to stand over him, her hand staying where it was, still moving slowly.

  "Nikki...” he couldn't help it. Couldn't stop the begging note from entering his voice. “Mis
tress. Please, Mistress Nikki."

  He could have easily broken the leather cord holding him to the bed, but he didn't. What they were doing was helping her overcome whatever horrible cruelties Roderik had visited upon her mind and body. And he was enjoying the game of letting her be Mistress Nikki and letting her call the shots.

  Hell, it was fun to watch her standing there, looking down at him with those dark eyes, her entire body visible to him as she played with herself. She was so hot, so damned beautiful. Tall and firm, with breasts that shifted enticingly with her movements. Firm like the rest of her.

  He wanted her so much it hurt, and not just for casual sex. No, he wanted Nikki. The Dragon wanted Nikki. This was beyond simple fucking. It was genuine love. And pure disaster.

  But at the moment all he cared about, typically, was the roiling tension centered below his erection.

  "Mistress Nikki, please. I want you."

  * * * *

  He was begging for her touch, and the woman stared down at him seeing ... something strange in his gaze. Something wild and desperate that shocked her to the core of her being.

  "Nikki, please."

  "What do you want, Jason?” she asked, using his real name.

  "You. Your sweet wet heat around me. I want to be in you."

  She knelt down, straddling his hips and gripped his cock, guiding it into her eager body.

  His back arched, driving him into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. She dropped her ass down onto his hips and held him there, not letting him move. Not yet.

  He hissed and Nikki leaned forward to kiss him.

  "Let's see how good you are, Jason."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  She raised herself up, and slid herself down, setting a very languid pace, fingering her clit with one hand, reaching back to caress his balls with the other.

  A groan rumbled in his chest and he tensed his thighs, thrusting upward to meet her torturously slow grinding.

  Fingers brushed over the base of his cock as Nikki stroked her clit. Bells knew she was teasing him, the edges of her fingernails and the tips of her fingers making contact with his erection with each downward motion of her hand as her hips lifted. He watched what she was doing intently, her face slightly flushed, eyes glazed with desire. He groaned, wanting more, wanting release.

  Her own soft cries added even more urgency to the tension in his body.

  She finally put on a burst of speed, that jarred him out of his reverie, her ass slamming into him, pressing him down into the mattress with each downward stroke, her need driving her to fuck herself on him. It was startling, a thrill to Bells as Nikki took her pleasure, giving him his as she screamed out his name, her yielding wet silk clasping him spasmodically, driving him over the edge into ecstasy.

  He was still gasping out her name when Nikki fell limply forward, her head pillowed on his chest for a few moments as she caught her breath. Her hands roamed up his arms, fingers tugging out the knots tying him to the headboard.

  "Yes, you were very good, Jason. Very good."

  "Thank you, Mistress Nikki,” he replied, turning his head to kiss her cheek, the words I love you unspoken on his lips.

  * * * *

  After cleaning up, Bells had taken a few of their trade goods with him on his quest for real food. Walking into the diner had been a decided mistake. It wasn't just the hostile looks, although they went a long way toward convincing him he should just head back to the motel. No. That wasn't what had caught his attention most. It was the way about half the men present looked at him. The same way the men at the gate had stared at Nikki. Leering. Lustful.

  It was a little disconcerting, but if Nikki could live with it who was he to do any less?

  The enticing aroma of freshly cooked food set his mouth watering and clinched his decision. He took a seat at the counter, patently ignoring the stares. There was no sense of danger coming from the men, no icy ant feet dancing the macarena down his spine.

  No canned meals here. What he was smelling could only be home cooking.

  It might just be worth getting roughed up a bit if he could get food for the pair of them. They were both starving.

  A balding and rather fat man behind the counter favored him with a none too welcoming stare. He looked like the owner of the motel with an extra fifty pounds heaped onto an already overburdened frame. “You want something?"

  He could feel the hostility in the air, but they had to have food. “Yeah, food. Man at the hotel said you did most of the cooking for the town."

  "Don't come free,” the man shot back.

  "I wasn't looking for a handout.

  "I'll take ammo for food,” the man stated.

  "That I don't have to spare."

  "What do you have?"

  He pulled the stuff he'd brought with him, setting it down on the counter. There was a gold ring set with a pair of diamond chips and a decent ruby, a jar of the caviar, and one of olives.

  "Ain't none of that much use to me."

  Bells sighed. “Any work you need done?"

  A man at one of the nearby tables chuckled. “I need my dick sucked."

  Bells turned to glance over his shoulder, regarding the man coolly. “My girl isn't for public use."

  "Who said anything about your girl? Any man with hair like that's got to know how to suck cock.” the man shot back, a big grin on his face.

  Swiveling the seat around, Bells smiled frostily. “I bite."

  The rest of the men in the diner broke out into rough laughter.

  Getting out of his seat, the man approached Bells, a grin still plastered on his face. He topped the blond by half a head, and outweighed him by better than forty pounds, and very little of that was flab. “Damn you're a pretty boy, ain't you?"

  "So people tell me."

  "Pretty mouth, too."

  "Fuck off.” He said the words clearly, in a level no-nonsense tone.

  It only made the man grin wider. “If you put out I pay for your meal, and one for your girl,” the man told him, clearly spelling out what he was offering the blond.

  There were two ways to go with the situation. Take him up on the offer, or refuse. The first was somewhat repugnant, the man didn't smell as if he'd bathed in over a week. The second might result in him getting the crap knocked out of him. He couldn't risk having the whole town come down on them either over something as minor as being made to suck a cock. That was more repelling than harmful to him, and, his mind informed him he'd done it before. That revelation was a bit jarring, but little he might have done before could really take him off guard. He was too much of a cynical pragmatist not to have done things he'd be less than proud to admit.

  "When was the last time you bothered to take a bath?"

  "You saying I stink?” The man's smile faded a bit.

  "Like shit,” Bells told him.

  "And if I was clean?"

  Bells shrugged keeping his answer non-committal.

  "Told you he was a faggot,” one of the other men at a table chortled to the man seated across from him. “Pay up, Ron."

  "I didn't say I was gay,” Bells replied. “But my girl is hungry and so am I. Better for me to suck cock for our dinner than for me to expect her to do it. She's not a whore, and I don't let anyone treat her like one. Me, well I grew up in a big nasty city, so I know sometimes you've got to do shit you don't like in order to survive. Especially the way things are now."

  It was more talking than he was used to doing, but if it kept him out of a fight it would be worth the effort. The Dragon was too close to breaking free as it was, and he didn't want to risk a fight, no matter how petty, that could set it loose.

  "Where you from then?” the man behind the counter asked.

  "New York City, to be exact,” his mind supplied.

  "Don't sound like you're from there."

  "No, I suppose I don't. But I was just a kid when I left."

  The big man standing in front of him laughed at that. “You're still a kid."
r />   "Hardly,” he replied dryly. Sighing, he noticed motion from the corner of his eye and realized it was Nikki crossing the street, the assault rifle cradled in her arms.

  Every single pair of eyes swiveled to watch her approach.

  * * * *

  They were all staring at her as she shoved the door open, the tableau of Bells seated, facing a larger overly sweat reeking man, everyone in the room frozen in place as if she'd hit pause on a DVD player. She smiled at Bells, staying by the door with the gun in her arms.

  "I'm starving, are we going to eat soon?"

  "Give the lady something to eat, Karl. She's too thin, no sense in letting her starve,” the big man facing her lover said.

  "Appreciated,” she heard Bells say, his tone clipped. He was mad. At her, she could see it in the glance he shot at her.

  Moving into the diner, she smiled at the men, her heart racing, wondering if she'd walked into some sort of danger. He'd told her to stay in the motel, but not knowing what was happening had driven her to come out, just to make sure he was all right. She was starting to wonder how much of a mistake she'd made when the man behind the counter set a bowl of stew down for her.

  "Eat up. Luke's paying your way."

  "Thank you,” Nikki said, glancing at the man who was still standing over Bells, their positions unchanged. She shoved the bowl closer to the blond. “We could share."

  "No, Nikki. That's for you."

  His voice was chilly as he spoke to her, and she found herself worrying that he was angry with her for more than her arrival.

  "Go on, darlin',” the man who was apparently named Luke told her. He leaned in a little closer to Bells and grinned in his face. “Does she know you suck cock?"

  Nikki had just taken a bite of the stew when the man blurted his question out. She started choking, gasping on the food that had gone down wrong.

  Bells answered his question coolly. “My business is my own."

  She grabbed for the glass of water the diner's owner offered her. He actually looked a bit worried, and she gave him a grateful smile. But the words the men had just exchanged ... what the hell was going on? Bells ... her Jason, sucking cock? No. There was just something strange happening, something she'd walked into that wouldn't make sense because she hadn't heard the start of the conversation.