Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy(69)

“No, you didn’t. Stand up.”

I rose to my feet in an instant. Nervousness churned uneasily with arousal. Maybe with Dan I’d have gotten away with a warning. A little smack on the rear for my temerity. Not Tristan. This man didn’t coddle disobedient subs. I was in for it.

“Up on the desk, hands and knees.”

I swallowed and clambered up on the wide surface, arranging myself so that I didn’t disturb the books and papers on the desk. I felt terribly aware of the vulnerability of my bare flesh.

Tristan’s hand rubbing over my buttocks filled me with warmth tumbling through my belly. He wasn’t doing it to make me excited, though his touch certainly did that for me. He let me know where the punishment would occur, letting dreadful anticipation make me tense with worry. I didn’t know how bad it would be. The offense had been minor in my opinion, and Tristan might let me go with only light discipline. Then again, he might decide to make an unequivocal statement by really letting me have it.

His deep, honeyed voice sounded firm and emotionless. “Ten swats from my hand, Brandilynn. You will count them off. If you miss any or try to move away, I will start again from the beginning. Do you understand?”





“Yes Sir.” I already trembled.

“What is your safeword?”

“Sharkbait, Sir.”

“Very good.”

Tristan didn’t start right away. Instead he continued to caress my backside, his touch light and gentle, as if he’d never correct a sub’s lapse of judgment. The seconds spun out as he stroked me. I grew more worried as time passed, as he made me wait for the spanking. Tension thrummed through my body. I clutched the edge of the desk, my knuckles whitening.

“Relax, Brandilynn. The more you clench up, the worse it will hurt.”

I took a deep breath and make my muscles ease. “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

The words had no sooner left my mouth when his palm cracked mightily against my upper right butt cheek. Fiery pain lanced from the blow, and I gasped. Intense heat flooded my body, and it took half a second before I remembered what I was supposed to do.

“One,” I whimpered.

“Good girl.” His hand descended again, hitting the exact same spot.

Tears filled my eyes. “Two.”

The next two blows went to the opposite cheek, again the upper part. My rear stung and burned, and my breath sobbed in and out between counting them off. The following two spanks went back to the left mound, just above my thigh. Then twin strikes found the same spot on the other cheek.

“Seven. Eight.”

Tears dripped from my eyes as the raw burn of my backside grew. The heat in my womb made me ache for Tristan to touch my pussy, to end the torture of the need that pulsed there. His willingness to dominate me, his ability to be strong with me fired up everything. I wanted him to plunge deep inside, to soothe the pain of desire. I’d gone dizzy with need.

His hand crashed against me, right on my slit, stinging my clit. Agonized bliss rocketed through my body. Oh. My. God. I almost came right then and there. A high-pitched wail streamed from my lips.

“Nine! Oh, Sir!”

Tristan’s last blow hit the same exact spot, and my pussy convulsed hugely, sending excruciating elation pouring through my senses. I hung onto myself long enough to scream “Ten!” before letting the spasms carry me away into the heaving tide.

Tristan’s low chuckle was a life preserver for me to clutch at and bring me back to reality’s shore. His hands rubbed the stinging flesh of my rump, sending fresh darts of pain through me. My body hummed with delight.

“That was supposed to be punishment, Brandilynn, not reward.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Like heck I was.

“You’re a little bit of a pain slut, aren’t you?”





“With the right man. Sir.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time you’re in need of discipline.”

“Yes Sir.”

“On your knees in front of me, sweetheart. Since you’ve already had yours, you may service me until I achieve mine.”

I darted a glance up at his face as I slid down to the floor. Tristan looked pleased. More than that, I detected real affection on his expression. I felt all warm and tumbly inside again.

He didn’t make his clothes disappear, so I fumbled with the old-fashioned button fly of his trousers before his cock finally sprang free. I served him enthusiastically, determined to make my earlier transgression right. I wasn’t sure who was more satisfied when he flooded my mouth with precious hot saltiness, his groans ringing in my ears like the sweetest orchestra.

Being stalked by my killer aside, it wasn’t such a bad afterlife.