Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy(22)
He broke the kiss and swept me up into his arms, a real Rhett Butler-and-Scarlett O’Hara moment. I went giddy with romantic inclinations as Dan crawled onto the bed and laid me on the downy coverlet. His beefy body half covered mine, and he gathered my wrists in one hand to stretch my arms over my head. My sex gushed warmth at the authority with which he held me.
He searched my eyes. “You do like this.”
My voice was breathy. “Oh yes Sir, I do.”
“And your safeword again is sharkbait?”
“Yes Sir.” Anticipation made me heat up all over.
“All right then.”
His head bent to my breasts, and beard stubble rasped against my sensitive skin. Beard stubble on a ghost. I wondered if I’d ever wrap my head around this being dead stuff.
Dan sucked hard on my nipple, and electricity zinged from the stiff peak straight to my crotch. With a tiny cry, I arched beneath him. He responded by sucking more of my breast into his hungry maw, his tongue whipping across the pebbled nub. Then he did the same to my other breast.
He kept at me like that until my nipples were red and throbbing. Then he nipped one with his teeth, sending a shock of sensation striking my nether regions with the force of a lightning bolt. I made a strangled cry as heat pulsed from the aching nub.
Dan paused and looked at my face. “No safeword yet?”
“No Sir.”
“What’s with the ‘Sir’ stuff, Brandilynn? I’m not quite getting that.”
I wished he wouldn’t stop for a lesson, but if he wanted to be trained right, I guessed I was the gal for it. “Subs typically refer to their Doms as ‘Sir’ or maybe ‘Master’.”
“And you don’t mind me calling you ‘baby’ or ‘baby girl’? That’s the endearment that keeps coming out of my mouth, though you’re definitely not helpless.”
“I don’t mind. Would you like me to call you ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’?”
He thought. “Being called ‘Master’ in the South has too many negative connotations. I have dear friends of many races. Let’s stick with Sir.”
“As you wish … Sir.”
Dan grinned. “Now where was I before my curiosity got the better of me?”
“My breasts. They miss you already.” I gave him a saucy grin.
“Oh yes. And what wonderful, wonderful breasts they are. So big and round and yet perky. But I think I might move a little farther south now.” He released my wrists. “Let’s see you grab your ankles and hold them wide apart for me.”
A thrill of fear shivered up my spine as I complied with his order. The position opened me wide and made me terribly vulnerable.
“You will hold that position, Brandilynn. Don’t move.” His eyes were intent on mine.
“Yes Sir.”
Dan moved down until his face hovered over my mound. His gaze still held mine as he leaned down and ever so slowly ran his tongue from my anus to my clit. I shuddered in reaction, and my legs drew together so very slightly as everything below clenched hard.
His tongue danced over my most sensitive flesh, dipping, stroking, lapping and twirling until trembling suffused my entire body. I cooed and warbled as his incredible tongue teased me to distraction. One moment it dove into my well, the next it delicately lapped at my folds. Then it swirled in complicated patterns over my clit before corkscrewing down the thickly honeyed lips to do it all again. And all the time he watched my face. The experience was one of the most intense I’d ever known.
Finally he lowered his gaze to my slit. His hand moved to cup my mound, and I nearly forgot myself and wriggled against the flat of his palm. Dan was a master all right, master of the tease. I wanted contact. Lots and lots of contact.
One finger ran up and down, gently parting my nether lips. “You’re getting swollen, baby,” he whispered. “But I barely see your clit peeking out from the hood. You’re not quite ready.”
I moaned, wanting to protest. I felt very ready, thank you so much. And in such need.
His other hand covered the top of my mound and rubbed in a slow circle. The motion pulled at my clit, and he came close to touching the straining pearl. He sent a thick finger into my hearth, and I cried out at the sweet penetration. He pushed in and
out, his finger slick with my juices but still managing a delicious friction that sent sparks flying into my womb.
Dan added another finger after a few strokes, and I groaned. He stoked the fire hotter and hotter, suffusing me until my trembling grew to an uncontrollable quaking that shook my whole body. A third finger had me tossing my head from side to side, especially when he flexed all the digits to spread the walls of my sex. It felt so good, but he kept completion just out of reach, driving me insane. I made a beseeching sound, which he ignored.