Neck Deep In Vampires (A BBW Urban Fantasy) (9 page)

             
His body was the stuff of a Renaissance sculptor’s dreams.  He was leanly muscular, with a broad chest dusted with black curls and a washboard-flat stomach.   His long, thick cock jutted from a thatch of dark curls.  His muscular thighs had wrapped around me many times, clenching in the throes of passion.

             
He just stood there, his heated gaze roving over my body. I felt my skin tingling as his gaze caressed me, and he wet his lips with his tongue. That tongue. Oh, the things that tongue had done to me.

             
Slowly, casually, he moved to the bed, sliding to a kneeling position next to my prone, restrained body.  This was part of the punishment. He knew how badly I wanted him. He wanted to watch me squirm and plead, wanted to watch as the fires of lust consumed me, until wanting him was agony.

             
He reached into the bag, and pulled out a riding crop. I tensed.

             
He flipped me over with one hand, so easily I might have been a feather pillow.  The restraints spun as I turned. Of course, he’d rigged them so he could turn me over, put me in any position that he wanted…

             
Then he ran his hand over the broad expanse of my buttocks, still with a tauntingly light touch.  Wetness oozed from between my pussy’s lips, and I tensed my muscles. My breathing quickened as his fingers traced burning trails of desire on my skin.

             
“Remember your safe word, love?”

             
“Yes,” I gritted out. But I wouldn’t use it.

             
Without warning – thwack! He struck me with the riding crop, and a stripe of heat burned across my tender flesh. I yelped and jerked in my restraints.

             
“That’s for leaving me.”

             
Snap! Another blow with the crop, and another line of pain burned into me. At the same time, hot embers of pleasure in my belly flared high, spreading through my body.

             
Snap, snap! Two more blows. I jerked and cried out, gasping. It hurt, but the pain and pleasure intermingled at the same time, sending jolts of ecstasy to my core.

             
“That’s for all those wasted nights without you.”

             
Another blow. I cried out again, wordlessly, yanking at my restraints.

             
“Are you sorry?” he demanded.

             
“Yes! I’m sorry!” I gasped.

             
Crack! I could feel every stripe on my skin, burning red hot.

             
“Will you ever do it again?”

             
“No!” I choked out, and he tossed the crop aside.

             
He bent down over me, and ran his tongue along the welts he’d just left on my flesh.  The skin was exquisitely sensitive now, and I moaned in pleasure as he lapped at me.

             
“Like that?” he murmured into my flesh.

             
“Oh, yes.”

             
In one swift motion he flipped me over again, and, placing his hands on my inner thighs. Spread my legs open wide.  He kissed the soft flesh of my thigh.  Once I’d hated that flesh, the way my thighs rubbed together.  I’d wanted firm, rock hard thighs.  Over the course of many months, Nicholas had kissed my flesh and bitten it and caressed it and loved it, until I finally came to love it too.

             
When his teeth sank in, I shrieked aloud.  Hot liquid ecstasy gushed into my veins, shot through my body, and I was just about to come.  A familiar feeling of tightness gathered in my loins, curling up, ready to explode – and he released me.

             
“No!” I shrieked.

             
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he taunted. Oh, he was paying me back all right.

             
“You bastard….” I writhed on the bed, yanking uselessly at my restraints.

             
“Normally, I’d want to make you come first, but tonight, darling, I think you owe me.”  He moved up until he was straddling my head, brushed the head of his cock across my lips. Greedily, I opened my mouth, wanting to suck him in, but he pulled back.

             
“Do you want it?”

             
“Yes!” I groaned. “Yes, I want it.”

             
“What do you want? You have to ask for it. Beg for it.”

             
“I want your cock, Nicholas.”

             
“What do you want to do to it, love?”

             
The lousy rotten bastard. He really was going to make me work for this. Well, I should have expected it.

             
“I want to suck your cock,” I begged. “I want to swallow your come.”

             
“Of course you do.” He slid his cock between my eager lips, and I could taste the salty-sweet precum oozing from it.

             
I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing.  He thrust into my mouth, hips moving, and as I did, he grasped the shaft of his cock and began moving it up and down.

             
The harsh rasping of his breath was music to my ears. I loved knowing how much I turned him on. I loved making him come.

             
His breath came faster and faster, and I moaned around his cock, knowing what was coming.

             
Finally there was that shout of helpless pleasure, and I could feel the shudders jolting his body as hot come gushed into my mouth. Greedily, I swallowed it all.

             
When the shudders died out, he slid out of my mouth.

             
“Untie me,” I begged. “Let me touch you. I need to touch you.”

             
“Not a chance.”

             
He slid on top of me, his muscular body pressing down into my soft flesh, and I realized that he was already hard again.

             
The thick head of his cock nudged between my legs, sliding between the drenched petals of my pussy lips, and then pushing up inside.

             
“Oh, I gasped. “Yes.”

             
Another thrust, then another, and he was buried deep inside me. He lay there like that for a minute, filling me, stretching me. It felt so right.  He fit me perfectly. I could have stayed like that forever.

             
Then he bent down and sank his fangs into my neck. As my blood flowed into his mouth, the pleasure serum flowed through my veins, and I arched my back and cried out.

             
He pumped into me so hard that my body rocked, and at the same time, he sucked and sucked.  The hot pleasure warmed me and then burst into flame, which burned through my body and consumed me. Finally I had my release. I came and came, shudders wracking my body.

             
Nicholas wrapped his arms around me and held me until the tremors quieted.

             
“Tell me again how much you missed me,” he said.

The next night…

“Chocolate mousse. I like,” I said, after feeding on Peyton. 

“
You’re welcome. I ate three of them before you got here. When my pants go up a size, I’ll blame you,” she said cheerfully, rolling up her sleeve.

“But more importantly, about my friends…” Barney was pacing the floor, his tail slashing.

“We’re headed out the door to question December. I will let you know as soon as we find out anything,” I reassured him.

“
I should come with you.” His little cat face wrinkled with concern. “With all those people who are after you.”

“I have Nicholas with me. He’s all the protection I need, believe me.”

Barney flashed Nicholas a suspicious look. “I got my eyes on you,” he informed him. “You hurt my vampire lady, you answer to me.”

I relayed what Barney had just said to Nicholas.

Nicholas, God bless him, choked down a laugh and responded with a dead serious look on his face. “I will make sure that I treat her with the utmost respect.”

“See that you do,” Barney said, and walked off.

“He says thank you,” I told Nicholas.

“No, I didn’t!” Barney yelled from the other room.

“No, he didn’t,” Nicholas said with a quiet laugh, and he reached out and grabbed my hand. “I like your new friend. Anybody with that much moxie, who cares about you that much, is all right by me.”

I smiled back at him, warmed to the very core of my soul. Nicholas is a fierce opponent, but he’s also got a surprisingly tender core underneath it all.

Suppressing a sigh, I followed Nicholas out the door. Camille had already gone to meet up with December, pretending to be an eager homebuyer who was new in town.  She’d come up with some song and dance as to why she had to meet her so late at night.  I fervently hoped that December was the person behind the familiar’s disappearances, because we were running low on suspects.

At 9 p.m., the night air was still so warm and humid it
felt as if we were wading through a swamp. Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled down my neck.  Nicholas and I stood behind a hedge by the side entrance of the house.  If I’d been a buyer, I’d have ripped up all the thick vegetation crowding around the entryway; it was practically an invitation to a home invasion. Nicholas and I were completely concealed.

The house was a
3/2, concrete block, on an acre lot.  We were waiting for Camille to arrive, with December.  I’d picked one of December’s listings that was a little out of the way, off a small road on a small quiet side street.

Camille climbed out of the car first, headed up the gravel driveway towards the house.

December followed close behind. She was a tall, slim woman who looked to be in her forties, with frosted blonde hair that was blown out and shellacked into place. She wore a gray raw silk jacket and matching pencil skirt, and had a string of pearls at her neck.

She looked like she’d be more at home at a Chamber of Commerce meeting than she would be muttering incantations and casting spells,
but I knew the truth.  When it comes to paranormals, appearances are deceiving.

She had a man with her – a warlock, I could tell from the energy shimmering around him. That was smart of her
; true, she was a powerful witch, but she was showing a house to a stranger, at night, out in a rural area on the edge of a small town.

However, a warlock wouldn’t be able to protect her against vampires and our powers of compulsion.

We stepped out quickly from the hedges.  Before they could react, I looked at them and said “You will obey us completely, without question.”

“Wait – what’s happening?” December’s eyes glazed over.

“Who – who are you?” The warlock muttered, his face wrinkling in confusion. He raised a hand and began muttering an incantation.

Full blown panic swept over
me and threatened to choke me.  My powers weren’t coming back. Dear God. I might never get my powers back. I’d have to go up against Andreas as weak as a regular human. I was toast.

Nicholas jumped in. “You will obey us completely, without question.”

Their eyes glazed over.  They were under his command. His powers were still intact.

I stood there, heart hammering in my chest, breathing hard.

“What’s going on?” Camille shot me a worried look. “Why didn’t they obey you?”

“I don’t know. Something’s really wrong. I’m getting sick,” I said.
“I’ll have to deal with that later. Let’s just interview these people and see what they can tell us.”

Nicholas nodded.
“What do you know about the disappearance of familiars?” Nicholas demanded of December.

“We don’t know anything about familiars disappearing.”

“Forget I asked you about it,” Nicholas said.

“Ask them what they’re planning to do to steal the Bay Breeze subdivision from the current owners,” I said.

Nicholas repeated the question. 

“To start, we’ve got the forged will,” December said. “We’re bringing it with us to the court hearing next week.”

I had Nicholas ask her where they’d obtained the forged paperwork, and she obliged, telling us the name of the forger and where he lived, and what bank account she’d paid him from.

Then I asked her what else she planned, and when she told me, I threw back my head and laughed with relief. This was the best news I’d heard in ages. Finally, I had something that would help Mirabelle.

As Camille, Nicholas, and I drove back to my
condo, I called Mirabelle and told her about the forgery.