Branded (An Otherworlders Series Novel Book 1)

by Lena Moore

  “Yes sir.” The words slipped from her lips on their own accord.

  Draven growled, “I’ll be your sir, for now. Now answer the question.”

  “It’s because of your eye. I think it’s beautiful.” She saw something flash across Draven’s face. It resembled pain to her.

  “Very well. If you definitely won’t forget it then ruby it is” Draven made sure the cuffs around her wrists were fastened correctly but left her ankles unfastened. Then he disappeared again.

  Aliyah wasn’t quite sure what he meant by the sir comment, or what may have evoked that type of emotion from the ruby safe word. Although, what she did know was she didn’t want to focus on the nitty gritty. Aliyah wanted to enjoy this experience with Draven and hopefully forget the bullshit surrounding her life.

  Draven returned with a blindfold, a small silver bulb thingy with a gem in it, a bottle of lube, and what she thought was a paddle. One side appeared to be cushioned with something while the other side was plain leather.

  Draven must have sensed her apprehension and questions because he answered them without her even voicing them.

  “I can tell by the way your forehead is crinkled and the slight tremor of your body that you’re wondering what I’m going to do, perhaps if it will hurt. Trust me, Snowflake, this will be enjoyable. A mixture of agony and bliss.”

  Aliyah nodded once, signalling she understood and hoped he would take the initiative to continue on. No such luck.

  “I require your words. I need to know you understand.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, “I understand.”

  “Ok. This,” he held up the bulb thing, “is a butt plug, or a princess plug. Now before you object, it’s not so I can fuck your ass tonight. This is prepping your ass for times to come. Once you breathe past the discomfort, it should be arousing for you. This is a paddle.” He paused, eyeing her it seemed as if he was gaging her reaction.

  Her eyes deviated from his whilst she observed the ping-pong looking paddle, and she wondered if it would hurt as much as she thought it would.

  Draven cleared his throat and adjusted his package before continuing. “I’m sure you know this is a blindfold.” He held up the red satin material.

  “Yes, I know what that is.”

  “Bring your knees up to your chest as far as you can.”

  Generally, she would feel coy over having her naked ass in the air, but she was too turned on to care. She brought her knees up to her chest with little effort and waited.

  Draven bent down and placed a light kiss on her forehead. “Good girl.” He then fixed the blindfold in place and was lost from her sight once more.

  Aliyah’s ears seemed to pick up every little nuance in the room, almost as if her hearing had enhanced. She remembered reading somewhere that taking away someone’s sight could heighten all of their other senses. She quickly concurred with that statement. Hell, even Draven’s musky, earthy scent assaulted her senses more vigorously than usual.

  She was snapped from her inner thoughts by some cool moisture hitting her asshole, and it wasn’t lube. Aliyah knew the only other option was his saliva. In that moment, she thanked the high heavens that she always opted for the Brazilian when she waxed.

  Draven slid his fingers over her rosette and moaned, “Mmm so smooth, so sweet.” Then he did something she never dreamed of having done to her. He slid his tongue into her asshole.

  Aliyah mewled, surprised by the sensation and by the simple fact that she actually enjoyed the sensation of his rough tongue penetrating her forbidden hole. Aliyah wanted to place culpability on the blindfold because a part of her felt ashamed for what Draven was doing to her. He was slowly driving her insane with that muscle in his mouth. She closed her eyes and focused on his adept tongue striking her asshole, and how he licked her from ass crack down to her pussy. Aliyah held no reservations; she knew her snatch was dripping like a tap.

  Draven bit her ass cheek, earning him a yelp from her. “Mmm, fuck you taste like heaven. Now relax. I’m going to insert the plug, alright?”

  Aliyah nodded.

  Suddenly, her ass was burning where he smacked her.

  “Use your words, Snowflake!” he demanded.

  “Yes, yes, I understand,” she heaved through the stinging pain on her ass cheek. Aliyah wished she could take the blindfold off and focus on anything else until the sting was gone. That was until Draven rubbed the very spot he’d hit and she didn’t feel as if her butt was on fire any longer.

  He filled her tight ass with one finger, then stretched her some more with two. Aliyah breathed through the tinge of pain she was experiencing until it slowly dissipated and felt ok. In and out his fingers prodded her ass at a molasses speed. She closed her eyes and moaned through the motions. It was starting to feel nice. However, she wasn’t going to deceive herself into thinking it would feel this good once Draven stuck his monster cock inside her tiny body.

  “I love the little sounds you make, especially because I’m the reason for them. Now, deep breath, Snowflake.” And then he slid the plug inside.

  Aliyah’s breath caught in her throat at the intrusion. Although the plug hadn’t looked large, it seemed to stretch her to the point of pain.

  “Breathe.”

  Aliyah didn’t realise she’d stopped. Releasing a deep breath, she inhaled then exhaled. Trying not to focus on the metal in her ass, Aliyah counted until Draven helped take her mind off of things with his touch.

  Slowly, he circled her clit before reaching around with his other hand. Those dextrose fingers strummed her like an instrument. He knew the exact places that made her body hum in dirty need.

  A kaleidoscope of stars and colours flashed through her retinas even though the blindfold was still in place. Like a damn magician, Draven fine-tuned Aliyah’s body, and she was on the verge of a climax already.

  “Uh uh, not yet princess,” he crooned.

  Draven removed his fingers and Aliyah groaned in frustration at the thought of another wasted orgasm.

  “Now, now, don’t get all huffy. You’ll get yours. I’m just not finished enjoying your body yet.” The paddle came down with a thwack!

  “Aaahhh!” Aliyah cried out, more from shock than pain.

  “Talk to me. Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, or red to stop. Which one is it?”

  “Ye–yellow.”

  “Ok.”

  The paddle came down again, except not as harsh. Aliyah jolted as the leather smacked her cheek. Draven circled the spot with the cushion side of the paddle then spanked her again in three quick successions. Soothing her over and over, then the paddle would land on her buttocks again.

  “Colour?”

  “Green,” she uttered.

  Aliyah’s mind was a little hazy as her core clenched, causing her love juices to trickle down her thigh. She was turned on. Never in her mind did she think someone spanking her like an insolent child would get her motor revving.

  “I smell you, baby. Fuck, I could drown in your pussy and die a happy vampire,” he said, chuckling.

  She pushed back, urging him on.

  “Not tonight, Snowflake. I want to enjoy what’s mine. And if I send you off to subspace, all I will be providing you is aftercare. Call me a selfish bastard but I need to feel your cunt strangling my cock.”

  He always said the dirtiest shit. It drove her fucking insane inside: walls clenching, belly churning and all.

  Aliyah no longer felt Draven’s hands on her, or the paddle, and immediately sensed his loss. Not liking the feeling by any measures she tugged at her restraints and attempted to remove the blindfold from her eyes by rubbing her face against the bench.

  “What the matter, Snowflake?” Draven’s voice came out of nowhere, it was laced with worry.

  Tears escaped Aliyah’s eyes and wet the blindfold. “I didn’t know where you were. I can’t see. I just—I just started to freak out,” she confessed.

  Draven ran his hand through her hair and cooed into her ear, �
��I’m sorry. That’s my fault. I should have informed you what I was doing. To be honest, I haven’t done this in a while, I’m a little rusty,” he declared. “I was only fixing the bed. I want you to be comfortable. Would you like me to take off the blindfold?”

  “Are you going to stay with me from now on?”

  “Yes. I promise,” he replied without hesitation.

  “Then leave it. I trust you.”

  “I’m just going to loosen these cuffs and move you to the bed, ok?”

  Aliyah nodded.

  “Use your words,” he demanded.

  “Sorry, ok.”

  “That’s better, baby.”

  She felt the cuffs holding her release and heard a clanking noise as they hit the bench. The next thing she knew she was nestled in Draven’s massive embrace whilst he carried her toward the bed. He laid her down on her back then asked her to turn onto her stomach. She did so without any hesitation.

  Aliyah heard Draven groan in what she hoped was approval. “Ass up, Sugar. Let me see that delectable little cunt and sparkling asshole.”

  Aliyah felt her cheeks heat at his admission. However, she slowly lifted her rear end up until she was on all fours. There was an alarm bell sounding in her mind and she realised that she wanted to please Draven, whatever the fuck that meant. The feeling was unknown to her. In the past Aliyah simply hadn’t cared what people thought, but this was Draven. He was different.

  Aliyah knew that becoming a vampire meant all of her senses would be elevated; however, she hadn’t anticipated the ferocity of those senses with her sight blacked out. It was as if she was still able to see regardless of the blindfold hiding her violet hues; that she was still able to taste Draven’s blood, although she’d fed hours ago; to be able to hear the chaos in the Quarter even though she was underground. Aliyah couldn’t describe the sensations that were being set off like fireworks in her body, unable to decipher the intense inferno blazing within her. Aliyah wondered if all of this was because of her vampirism, or because some dark, damaged and sexy as sin vampire ricocheted into her life and blasted open every wound and wall that stood tall. Her fortress was unyielding and dormant, until Draven.

  Aliyah heard rustling, then the bed shifted with Draven’s weight as she felt him slide behind her.

  Draven caressed her cheeks. Kneading them in both hands his voice came out like he had gravel in his throat, “You look so vulnerable like this. Yet you set off my inner alarm like a damn siren. You are a sight to behold, Aliyah. Your ass cheeks are nice and pink from the paddle, almost the same colour as the cheeks on your face at the moment,” he jeered. “It’s safe to say you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not. Would you agree?”

  Aliyah didn’t answer immediately. Her head was still spinning from his little speech. Draven jabbed her opening with his rock hard length, urging her on, never putting it in her weeping pussy like she wanted.

  “Well?”

  Her throat was scratchy, so she cleared it to answer him. “I don’t think I have an option. A–and to be honest, I don’t really care for one. It seems you’re stuck with me, as well.”

  Without warning, Draven rammed his huge length into her. Aliyah screamed out as he pulled out. Breathing raggedly, he asked her, “Colour?”

  “Green.”

  “Good,” he growled. With that he slammed into her relentlessly over and over.

  Draven slapped her ass every so often and other times he played with the princess plug. He would slowly draw it out and then push it back in whilst keeping his hips thrusting in rhythm. Aliyah’s eyes were rolling into more splashes of colours. The vampire, her vampire, had the stamina of ten damn men and had irrevocably fucked her for wanting any other man, not that she wanted anyone else.

  The tension was building within, the familiar tingly heated feeling crowded in her core, waiting to burst into flames. She was so close, but something was holding her back and she didn’t understand what.

  “You want to cum, don’t you? I sense your frustrations, and I can hear it in your moans.”

  Draven released his hand on the princess plug and slowed down to lean over and blanket her back with his sweat coated, rigid body. Aliyah wished she could see how magnificent he looked. He inhaled, his tongue flicking over the artery in her neck, the vein thrumming chaotically underneath her skin sounded like a stampede in her mind. Draven reached under with his right hand and circled her clit with his index finger and increased the speed as he bit into her neck.

  “Ooohhhhhh–fuuuuck, Draven!” she bellowed.

  “Cum for me now!”

  Like a switch had been turned on, she spiralled downward. Her body grew stiff, her toes curling as the orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami, leaving nothing yet everything in its wake. Draven’s mouth pulled on her neck. She felt the blood leaving her body as it trickled into him while he took sustenance from her.

  Aliyah’s body shuddered through the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of her life. Draven wasn’t done with her yet; he released his teeth from her neck. “Again! I want to feel your tight cunt milking my shaft while you feed from me, cum!” He removed his hand from her clit and placed his wrist at her mouth. “Drink.”

  She was about to protest. There was no way she was coming again, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Her fangs elongated and she latched onto Draven’s wrist, lapping at the life force spurting into her mouth. Two more times she squirted over his magnanimous cock before he followed her over the threshold, moaning out her name as he emptied out his hot seed inside of her.

  Aliyah’s knees buckled and she fell onto the mattress. Draven was heavy on her back but there was no way she would tell him to move. His dick twitched inside her whilst her pussy contracted from the majestic orgasms he’d bestowed upon her. She was undeniably spent.

  A small grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. She hadn’t been this happy, ever. Draven had bulldozed himself into her world and in doing so had completed that missing piece. He was the last jigsaw piece to finish her puzzle, and that scared her a little because that meant she was vulnerable.

  “What are you grinning at, Snowflake, hmm?” he crooned.

  “That was fucking crazy. Amazing and intense as hell. I think losing my sight definitely enhanced my orgasms,” she replied coyly.

  “Among other things, my precious Snowflake, among others. Now let’s have a shower and clean up. We need to get over to Jadis’s.”

  “Why? What’s the rush?”

  Draven chuckled, “If you want to see Dany in one piece again I think we should move. Jadis has sung her tune and I dare say we weren’t the only ones getting down and dirty. Dany is in for a whole different magic carpet ride.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  ~ Draven ~

  It was close to midnight when Draven and Aliyah emerged from his lair. They’d showered, fucked some more, showered again, then finally dragged themselves to Jadis’s little home underground.

  Draven waltzed in and smirked to himself. Jadis looked untouched and as graceful as ever perched on a single recliner in the corner. Dolph and Dany, on the other hand, looked worse for wear. Dany’s man bun was dishevelled, his face was splotchy, and Dolph didn’t look any better.

  Draven chuckled under his breath, then said, “I see you were an extremely hospitable host, J.”

  Jadis lifted her head and winked at him. “Would I be anything but.” It wasn’t a question, it was clearly a statement. “You seemed to have found that clarity you were searching for also.”

  He looked over at Aliyah. Her face was the colour of a damn tomato, which only encouraged him to heckle her. “I most certainly did. I had to dig down deep and under but I found my way through the great Nile River.”

  Jadis snaughled, which was a mixture between a snort and a laugh. Draven knew Aliyah would kick his ass soon if he didn’t neck the fuck up.

  “Anyway, let’s get down to business so we can get some sleep tonight,” Dolph suggested. “Did you fill Aliyah in?”<
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  Draven had completely forgot in his lust induced bubble with Aliyah, so he spent the next twenty minutes explaining everything that occurred while she was in shock.

  He noticed and felt every emotion rummaging through her during his explanation, the most prominent one being guilt.

  Her face was wet from the abundant amount of tears that cascaded down her ivory skin by the time he was finished. If they weren’t in company, Draven would have hoisted her into his lap and allowed his tongue to stroke and chase those tears away; but they were, so instead he pulled her into his arms and held her, attempting to assuage her.

  “This is all my fault,” she hiccupped between sobs. “If I hadn’t been so damn stubborn, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

  “No, honey,” Jadis lamented. “This was always on the cards. Your future was written. However, somehow you’ve altered your path. I’m sorry, Aliyah, but this is a part of your destiny.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I have seen and heard things through the channels of the elders. You are more special than you realise.”

  “I don’t want to be fucking special!” Aliyah boomed. “I didn’t want any of this! None of it!”

  Draven was a little wounded by her outburst. How could she say that? What they both experienced together, the wild current that continuously flowed between them was exactly what both of them wanted, more precisely, craved. Jadis saw it too. He noticed by the knowing green glint in her eye, her words accusing as she responded to Aliyah’s outburst.

  “You can lie to yourself and everyone around you, girl, but you can’t lie to me. You as well as I know that since you’ve met Draven, you’ve been more grounded than ever in your life. Are you honestly going to sit there and deny it?”

  Aliyah nervously twisted the ball of her foot backward and forward on the ground. It seemed like she was trying to wear a hole into the floor so she could disappear into it.

  “Fuck,” she muttered. “Fine, you’re right. That doesn’t mean that this isn’t all my fault, because it is!”

  “In the grand scheme of things, Aliyah, I think it was inevitable. I’ve been trying to track that dark energy I sensed when I entered your mind. It’s obscured and there is a lot of magic veiling this entity.”