Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy(65)

I ignored the bolt of desire, letting my true feelings for him have sway for the moment. “I think you’re a really good guy and I wish I’d met you in life before my head got screwed on so weird.”

Dan grinned and pulled me onto his lap. He brushed an errant lock of my hair back from my face to kiss me again. “You’re weird but good, Brandilynn. I think I can handle that.”

My clothes disappeared with a wish, and that rough, caressing hand fell on my breast, just as I’d wanted. His thumb rubbed my nipple, and his mouth seized mine. I melted against him, becoming the warm puddle of goo he turned me into so easily.

Dan laid me on the sofa, and his gaze roamed my body. The stark desire on his face made me wet. The heat of that stare was almost as palpable as his hands on me. I could see him weighing his options and waited breathlessly to find out what he had in store for me.

“Hands over your head and keep them there like they’re tied.”

I obeyed, thrilled when I felt the memory of a quickening pulse thrum through my body. Dan grasped my ankles, draping one leg over the low back of the couch and planting the other foot on the nearby table so that I spread wide open.

“You’re very wet, Brandilynn,” Dan murmured, his thumb tracing over my intimate folds. I hissed in reaction to his touch, my hips jerking. He grinned. “You’re also mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I whispered. And whimpered when his thumb ran up my slit again.

“Good girl.”

I warmed at his praise almost as much as I warmed at his touch. I would make him happy with me. I would do whatever it took to please him.

He wet his fingers in my pool, playing over the petals of my sex until his digits were slick with my juices. Then he rubbed the moisture on one brazen nipple. With a grin, Dan put his mouth to my honeyed peak and sucked hard, his tongue lapping harshly against my flesh.

I groaned as pleasure zapped from my breast to my clit in a lightning flash. Dan gripped my breast in one hard hand, squeezing just to the border of pain as he sucked at its tip. Despite the wave of heat suffusing my body, I shivered when his teeth scraped the reddening nipple.





Nipping to service me with darts of pain, then gently licking and kissing the hurt away, Dan had me tossing in a maelstrom of sensation. Pain and pleasure mixed until I got lost in the intensity of feeling, unable to separate the two. And he was just getting started.

Once he’d brought that breast to swollen tenderness in which even a slight whisper of breath made me writhe, Dan moved to the other. He slapped one side of the mound then the other, pinking my ivory flesh nicely. Then he sucked hard on it, drawing as much of it into his mouth as he could. I arched in helpless delight, feeling the joy of heat, wet, tongue and teeth on my soft skin.

He set my breast free in slow degrees. Dan’s teeth seized on the tight peak, and he whipped his tongue over the tip. When I writhed uncontrollably, he settled his weight over me, holding me still. I realized he was still dressed. Being naked and at his mercy while he remained clothed increased my sense of powerlessness. Oh, I was in so much trouble with this man.

He punished and rewarded my breast in turns until the peak was as rosy and swollen as its neighbor. Only then did Dan seem satisfied with his handiwork. He considered my breasts with the air of a man who had built a great deck on his house. He looked very pleased with himself.

“Nice, baby girl. Very, very nice.”

He sat up, kneeling between my thighs, and looked me over. I trembled under his gaze, wondering what he had in store for me next. The anticipation tortured me as much as any harsh touch he’d given me. I lay at his mercy, and I wasn’t sure he had any. My rugged Marlboro Man looked very dark and dangerous right now, as lawless as any desperado who’d ridden into town at high noon.

Dan ran his hands down my ribs to my tapering waist. Then he let one palm drift lower until it settled on my mound. With the heel of his hand pressed against my clit, he rubbed hard, slow circles.

I moaned as ticklish heat bloomed under his touch. I was barely aware Dan watched my face as he made me take the delicious pressure. Oh heaven help me. It felt so good, and I moved to increase the friction. The heat built swiftly to a boil, bubbling higher and higher. I hurtled up that peak where thought ceased and desire ruled all. My mouth fell open, and I warbled little cries of anticipation. The fuse lit, and I was ready to blow. Ignition in five … four … three … two … one…

Dan’s hand lifted away, stopping the countdown. I hung at the trembling edge of explosion, my insides coiled tight as they could be without snapping.

I forgot myself for a moment, forgot I was a good little submissive who did as she was told to please her master. My hands moved towards Dan’s, and my lips moved to start a protest.