Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy (17 page)

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 once 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.”

Tristan patted his black-garbed
shoulder. “No apologies necessary, my friend. We managed to get
somewhere at least.” He indicated me and Dan. “Judge, I need you to
find Lana and tell her to have the weres sniff around the home of
Todd Spaulding. What was the address again, Brandilynn?”