Servicing the Undead

by Isabelle Drake

  But even as he considered the possibility, he knew he wasn’t going to stop. It was a wish, a pointless idea that he had any way to control the wild thing that had come into his life. Until he had a plan to get rid of her, she was going to take whatever she wanted from him and he was going to keep giving until she didn’t want any more. His immediate concern—find a way to keep Rachelle as safe as possible. Right then, that meant fucking her.

  Rachelle’s heavy coat had come mostly off, and she was clinging to it as though it could somehow help her maintain her dignity, that ladylike composure that should belong to a young woman who’d been born and bred to take her place in Boston society. As though the coat could somehow hide the truth of who she really was, a girl about to be fucked by a boyfriend she didn’t know that well while a creature perched on the ledge outside watched.

  Hayden set his book bag by his desk and started shrugging out of his coat. Once he had it off, he peeled off his scarf, gloves. Then he started on his clothes, rolling his sweater up and off.

  Rachelle had rolled onto her side. Her corset twisted, and one of her nipples showed above the lace.

  When she started to gather the coat to toss it on the floor, he shook his head. “Keep it.”

  He threw his shirt down, kicked off his pants.

  Rachelle pulled her knees up, let her legs fall apart, and then closed her knees again. “I stayed around even though you kept fucking me vanilla-style because I just knew you had a dirty side.”

  Mattie’s green gaze flashed in his mind, and he remembered the other girl lifting her miniskirt for him, right there in the middle of the library. He remembered the tight grip of her slick, wet channel and the way he pumped into her. He’d screwed her right there on the library table.

  “You don’t know the half of it,” he said, his gaze going to the window. The blizzard was still fierce, but thanks to the street lamps he could see into the swirls of snow. He crossed the room and peered out, looking right, then left, searching until he found her.

  Still hunched under the eave, she crept forward, smiled, and then inched forward again. Hayden pulled a deep breath in through his nostrils and let it out slowly through his mouth. Outside, the thing nodded, assuring him she was going to get what she wanted. Again, she crept closer, smiling in her unsmiling way, as she moved sure and steady like the storm.

  Hayden moved away from the window, spinning on his heels so the window was at his back. He could block the creature from his sight, but not from his mind. She was already controlling him in ways he was only beginning to suspect. The image in his mind of what he was about to do to the girl in his bed was just one of those ways.

  Rachelle lay before him, opening and closing her legs, showing off the smooth skin of her inner thighs and the delicate lace covering her pussy.

  Maybe the effect the creature was having on him could actually be a good thing. Revealing it to Rachelle would show her she needed to leave him, and she would be free of the danger.

  “Take off your stockings,” he said, nodding to the black silk covering her muscular legs.

  Rachelle was quick to do his bidding, unhooking the garter tabs with a sweet, unsuspecting smile. She rolled the right stocking down, unrolled it with a flick of her wrist and then tossed it toward him. It fell at the foot of the bed, a sheer black snake stretched across the cream velvet cover. She took off the other in the same way and then dropped back onto her elbows.

  Hayden had taken off the rest of his clothes and stood naked, his body tense, his soul clouded. “The garter too.”

  She sat up and reached behind, the twisted corset jabbing into her rib cage. Once the belt was unhooked, it fell free and she tossed it across the twin snakes of black silk.

  He took the garter first, sliding into across his palms. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, pulling it taut with his fists.

  “Yes sir.”

  “Let’s start by making a couple rules.” He took a step forward, conscious of his hard dick jutting straight out in front of him. “I have two.”

  “Not three? Don’t rules always come in three?”

  “Not from me. I have two.” Hayden came around to the side of the bed and snapped the garter. “Do you agree?”

  “Aren’t you going to tell me what they are?”

  “Nope.” He thrust his hips forward, and the tip of his shaft pressed against her lifted leg. “You agree to follow the rules, then I tell them to you, then we go ahead.”

  She pouted, her pink lips forming a soft rounded hole he thought about shoving his cock into. “And if I don’t?” she asked. But already he knew she would obey. It was obvious in the quick rise of her chest and the dark, lust-filled gaze of her eyes. But she had no way of knowing he needed to push her past her limits.

  Hayden rocked his hips again, harder than the first time so she couldn’t miss the incredible stiffness. “You’re going to agree to whatever I say. We both know it. But I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’ll follow your rules.”

  Hayden circled the bed so that the view from the window was clear. “Rule one—do whatever I say.”

  Rachelle stretched out, spreading her arms across the coat beneath her as she tilted her head back and looked up at him from half-closed eyes. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “Give me your hands.”

  She offered him her hands, and he wrapped the garter around her wrists, looping the lace between her hands so that when he tied the ends to the bedpost it would be harder for her to get free. Once he had her arms securely tied above her head, he went back to the foot of the bed to retrieve one of the stockings.

  “What are you going to do with those?” she asked, her voice a curious purr.

  “Rule number two.” He tugged on the stocking. “Don’t speak unless I ask you to.”

  She chuckled. “Are you serious?”

  She needed proof.

  He wrapped the stocking around the base of his stiff cock and tugged. The pressure increased, and he moaned with the need for release. With each thump of his heart, the hot blood flowed in his veins, the pressure building, blocking out everything else in his mind. He lowered his other hand and caressed his shaft. The skin under his fingers was on fire. Even the lightest touch made his nerve endings skitter. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, and he continued to stroke himself, feeling the last shreds of his human control slipping away.

  Still holding the first stocking, he took the other and wrapped it around his tip. Once it was secure, he tugged lightly, the sharp stab of pressure took his breath away, and for a split second he was lost, a captive of himself. He tugged on the second stocking again, almost hoping he would pass out from the force of the sensation. But the pain only served to heighten his awareness. Rachelle’s deep, heavy breathing. Mattie’s stare coming in through the window, reaching him, touching him, even though she was yards away.

  He had no choice except to give her what she demanded.

  Finally, he loosened his grip and dropped his hands. His cock was impossibly stiff and tight, aching with need. He raised his face to look straight into Rachelle’s keen gaze. “Do I look serious?” he asked, shocked at the roughness in his voice.

  Her sweet mouth opened, but just as quickly she snapped it shut and nodded.

  Gripping the stockings, Hayden moved back to the side of the bed. “Sit up.” She did. Standing beside her, he reached around her and wrapped one of the stockings under her breasts. He secured it tightly, feeling the solid bones of her rib cage give slightly as he tugged it taut. Her tits lifted and her nipples tightened. He licked the peaks. She arched her back and shoved more of her tender flesh between his teeth. Once he was sure her nipples were moist and hard, he took the other stocking and wrapped it above her breasts, again tightening the silk and applying gentle but firm pressure on her well-rounded mounds. There was enough length remaining from each stocking to secure them together in the center of the front. He wrapped the ends around a couple times. The f
inal knot applied enough pressure to separate her breasts and create a pulling-pushing effect.

  Her nipples were pointed and hard, her flesh firm and motionless. He reached forward and tapped each tight peak with his finger. “Do you like it?”

  She nodded. He grinned. “You can speak when I ask you to.”

  She returned his smile, but hers was soft. “I like it. Very much.”

  “See if you can get your panties off.”

  In response, she tugged on her arms, silently asking him to untie her. He shook his head. “Without your hands. If you want them off badly enough, you’ll find a way.”

  She wiggled her hips side to side and the waistband of the panties twisted, exposing a tiny bit more of her smooth skin and lowering the panties over her hipbones just an inch. After several sideways attempts to lower them more, she lifted her hips and scooted down as far as her tied arms would allow. Then she crept up, using the curve of her ass to force the sheer fabric lower. Each time she lifted her body, her back arched, forcing her breasts up, closer to his face.

  Hayden gripped his shaft and stroked. The tight, warm skin felt good in his hand. Firm and alive. Very, very alive.

  Still lifting and lowering, Rachelle started twisting her legs, bringing her knees together as she wiggled on the bed. Most of her ass was exposed and the sloping curve of her pelvic bone and the light patch of hair were beginning to appear above the band of the panties.

  Hayden continued stroking his cock, watching Rachelle struggle with her task. Her head was thrown back, her lips open and moist, and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.

  “I can see you’re enjoying the challenge,” he said, admiring the way she moved her body with long, fluid motions.

  She turned her head and their gazes connected for only a heartbeat before hers dropped to his hands. Her lips rounded, silently reminding him what she had to offer.

  Hayden let go of his cock and took the panties in both hands and yanked. She wiggled, bringing her legs up so the scrap of fabric slid to her calves then over her feet. He shoved her legs apart, and then climbed between her knees.

  A gust of wind howled past the window and the pane rattled. Rachelle, stretched out in front of him, simmering with sexual need and taut with expectation, didn’t notice. All of her attention was focused on him, and she fully expected him to release the coils of tension holding her body tight. Another roar of wind shook the window. Hayden couldn’t help turning to look. Outside, in the night, gusts of white flakes circled and spun. Hayden shifted, twisted until he could see farther. Even though he couldn’t see her, not even the white flash of her cold fingers, he knew she was there. He knew because he felt her and he felt her because she was inside him.

  Hayden turned back to the bed and reached out to caress the smooth skin of Rachelle’s stomach. The bursts of snow were so dense that the light from the street reflected off the flakes, casting shadows across her muscular body. The slick lips of her pussy glimmered in the pale sheen from the street lamps. Hayden put one palm on each thigh and made circles with his thumbs. It was a small touch, but Rachelle responded, arching her back and dropping her knees lower. She wanted to say something, the question lingered in her gaze, but she didn’t speak.

  “Good girl,” he said. “I’m glad you’re following the rules.”

  She almost smiled, but her need was too much. The curve of her mouth softened and her lips parted as she lifted her head to look at his rock-hard cock.

  Hayden thrust his hips forward and let the tip of his dick brush across her hot, wet pussy. “I know what you need, but you’re only going to get it when I’m ready to give it to you.” He rocked again, hard enough so his cock pushed between her slick lips. She squirmed and tugged on the ties holding her arms. “And you have to earn it.”

  He tilted his head toward the end of the bed. “Straighten yourself out.” She followed his request instantly, sliding herself as best she could so that her body was long and flat. Once she was as straight as she could get, Hayden swung around so that he was facing the window and his back was to the headboard. He rose up on his knees and scooted back. As he worked himself over Rachelle’s bound breasts, his cock brushed against her tight mounds. His balls rubbed across the stockings. Inch by inch he worked his way back. He stopped once his ball sac was just above Rachelle’s open mouth.

  He stiffened, pausing to feel the caress of her breath across his tight skin. Each whisper of air came faster and harder than the one before it. Hayden arched his back, spread his arms as wide as he could and took hold of the headboard. He wanted to look at the ceiling, to avoid the call of the thing waiting for him outside in the glare of the street lamps and snow, but he couldn’t. The thing crouched on the ledge had possession over him and there was nothing he could do to control the turn of his gaze.

  This time when he looked outside she was there, staring back at him through the single pane of glass. The weight of her gaze pressed across his entire body and his muscles tensed. He gripped tighter to the firm wood, feeling the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex. The tension worked its way lower, each inch of his body turning hot and hard beneath the thick weight of her gaze.

  She wanted a show.

  “Lick me,” he said. There was huskiness in his voice that not even he recognized as his own.

  Rachelle started to take his balls into her mouth. He lifted up. “No. Lick me.”

  He lowered himself. She complied, stretching her sweet, wet tongue as far as it would go.

  Hayden kept his gaze forward, refusing to admit to himself that he was afraid.

  Beneath him, Rachelle continued licking his balls, her tongue working across his skin with steady and firm strokes. “That’s right. Just like that.”

  Outside, Mattie moved closer to the glass, her face near enough that Hayden could see more than the cold hunger in her eyes. He saw things he never expected. Longing. Vulnerability.

  While Rachelle continued licking all the curves of his balls she could reach, Hayden’s gaze stayed connected with the thing on the ledge. The invisible pull reaching through the glass was becoming tighter and more undeniable. Mattie lifted her hand and laid her palm across the pane. She leaned forward, almost pressing her nose to the glass. A shiver of pity flashed through Hayden. The emotion caught him so off guard that it took hold and settled deep.

  Beneath him, Rachelle moaned, and Hayden pulled his gaze away from the creature outside to the woman licking his sac. To make Rachelle safe, he had to push her harder to get her to see, feel the threat of danger.

  “That’s enough licking,” he said.

  She stopped the motion of her mouth, but her body shifted, the tension of lust pulling her body taut. Ready.

  Hayden avoided looking outside by turning his gaze to the ceiling. A lattice pattern made by the shadows of the street lamps shifted across the surface, hanging above the bed like a cage.

  “Take my whole cock in your mouth and suck until I come.”

  Immediately, she opened her mouth.

  Hayden let go the headboard and dropped down so that his hard cock was just above her mouth and his face was above her pussy. “You can start now,” he said harshly as he bent this elbows and lowered himself. “Put your head back. I want to make sure you can take all of me.”

  She followed his instruction, positioning her head so that her wide-open mouth was directly below his jutting shaft. He lowered his hips just far enough to dip the tip of his cock into her wet mouth. He lifted it out. “That’s right.” Lowering himself, he slid his tongue between her slick nether lips, and then straightened his arms, lifting himself so that he hovered above her. “And if you do a good job, I’ll eat your pussy.”

  Rachelle started to speak, but he cut her off. “Remember the rules.”

  She remained silent, opening her mouth again, readying herself to suck his dick. He lowered his hips and gradually slid his cock into her hot mouth. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked, pulling him deeper and deeper in. O
nce he was in as far as he could go, she curved her tongue around his shaft, swirling it around him with careful attention.

  “That’s right. Just like that.”

  His encouragement made her suck harder, and he let himself go, forgetting about the thing watching him and feeling nothing except the strong pull of Rachelle’s mouth as she sucked and licked his rock-hard dick. The simmering current flowing through his body got hotter, heating his muscles and centering his attention on his own needs. To fight the all-consuming lust, he bent down and licked Rachelle’s pussy. Her slick folds were soft and so, so wet. Her clit was stiff and easy to find. He flicked his tongue across it and her strong thighs tensed, she lifted her hips, asking for more. Hayden responded to her need, sliding his tongue in deeper, caressing her clit gently, over and over again. She matched his rhythm, licking and sucking his cock, using her mouth to consume his shaft.

  He delved deeper, and again she responded, using her mouth to tell him she wanted more. Each time he stroked, she did, and their motions became one, they became one. Just the two of them. And he felt more connected to Rachelle than he ever had.

  The bliss was short lived. His awareness of Mattie came back, slipping into the back of his mind and then seeping into his consciousness. His awareness of her flowed through him like a heavy fog, filling his veins with thick dread. It was as though Mattie sensed him connecting to the other woman and used whatever supernatural power she had to break the delicate connection developing between Rachelle and him. He fought Mattie’s presence, trying to block the image of her out of his mind, but it was no use. He tried to concentrate on the slick folds of Rachelle’s pussy, gliding his tongue over her sensitive skin, but the heavy pulse of his blood slowed his senses. He could no longer feel the glide of Rachelle’s tongue on his cock or the wet heat of her mouth on his skin.

  Hayden looked up and she was there, staring at him, consuming him with her greedy gaze and demanding him to give in to her. He let her essence inside him. With his next breath, his senses tripled, and he felt everything. He could see the flecks in Mattie’s eyes. Somehow, impossibly, he felt her breath inside him and the lick of Rachelle’s tongue and the slick heat of her mouth. Keeping his gaze connected with Mattie’s, he thrust deeper into Rachelle’s throat. His motions turned careless, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took still more of him, letting him fuck her mouth with harsh jerks.