They took immediate advantage of that lovely little detail. Big hands paddled my backside, turning it hot and stinging. I moaned in equal parts pain and arousal. When the chastisement was done, I was soaking wet. Not to be rude, but I think they could have slid a big old telephone pole into me. Good heavens, those boys knew how to put a naughty girl in her place.
Then the real punishment began. “Hold absolutely still and stay silent, Brandilynn,” Tristan commanded. His fingers slid over my slit.
“Yes Sir,” I whimpered. I fought not to jerk in reaction to his touch. His fingers were so knowing, so educating in teasing the softest flesh, making it tighten with need. Need he would take painfully long to fulfill, until I would do anything to be allowed release.
“Feel how wet she is already,” Tristan invited Dan. A second set of fingers stroked over me, helped part my folds for further torment. I suppressed a shudder by the skin of my teeth, but I let my toes curl unseen in my heels.
An occasional brush of fingertips against my clit was absolute agony. Just enough to make my insides melt, to get that sweet beginning of rapture’s coil, but not enough to take it any further. I bit my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut. Being punished by one man could be harsh business. Having both of them determined to make me pay for my temerity would be brutal.
When a thick finger pushed its way into me, a tiny cry escaped. Immediately a palm slapped my still stinging rear. I jumped and earned another swat. This time I made myself freeze and stay quiet. My butt ached, and I preferred to avoid further discipline.
“Much better,” Tristan murmured. He came around the desk to sit on its edge. His hands reached beneath me to seize my breasts while Dan continued to plunge first one finger, then two, deep inside me.
The vampire squeezed the soft, pliable mounds that fit so well in his grip. I began to pant, but quietly, as he massaged. Things got hotter in a hurry, stoking that ever-ready fire that burned in my belly. Dan hooked his fingertips inside, finding the nest of nerves within my sheath with blinding accuracy. My breath caught as everything clenched tight.
“No ma’am,” he warned. “You will not come until told to.”
I fought back a groan. Hateful beasts, both of them. Lucky for those boys I cared so much about them.
Okay, maybe it was more than just caring. I wasn’t ready to admit it though. Not yet.
Tristan’s fingers plucked at my nipples, bringing them to hard, aching points. Dan continued to stimulate my G-spot, and occasionally brushed my clit for good measure. I started shuddering, helpless to stop it. They could have whipped me black and blue, but I couldn’t control the tremors racing through my body. I closed in on crescendo. I had to head it off somehow.
I thought of Patricia feeding on Gerald. Of Tristan feeding on his blood donor. Of my parents humping. Of the Judge naked. It helped a little, but not enough. Tristan and Dan were too darn good at what they did to me. I lost the ability to think past the fingers working my core, of the hands playing with my breasts. My belly coiled tighter still, getting close to the breaking point.
Dan circled my clit with one slick finger, driving me right up to the brink. He added a third finger to the sweet assault on my pussy. Tristan pinched the tips of my nipples hard, sending zings of sensation down, down, melting my insides to quicksilver. Tears of want dripped from my eyes. I wasn’t going to make it. Poised to come without permission, I slipped ever nearer to disobeying my masters.
No. Please. Hold on.
My world shrank to tiny points. Rough hands on my breasts. Fingers working my channel harder and harder. A flicking on my clit. A flush broke over my body. I teetered on the edge, wobbling violently, the chasm beneath me yawning wide, ready to swallow me whole. And here came the irresistible force, bearing down on me like a freight train, fixing to knock me into oblivious sensation.
“Come now, Brandilynn.”
A pinch seized my clit, applying harsh and gorgeous pressure. I went over, lost to the ravenous desire plunging me into the ravine. I broke apart against the jagged thrusts of sensation, ripped to pieces as I tumbled down and down forever.
Shuddering. Quaking. Heaving. No earthquake ever committed such rending destruction.
I came back by degrees, aftershocks trembling through me at widening intervals. I became dimly aware of my hands clutching the desk’s edge in a death grip, my face mashed against the hard wood. My brain felt disconnected and floated apart from the rest of me.
“Is she okay?” Dan’s concerned tone wafted gently against my ears.
“Lost in subspace.”
“Subspace?”
“The BDSM equivalent of an out-of-body experience. I’m taking her over to the sofa.”