Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy

by Tracy St. John

  “A sub?” Dan stood behind me, his hands closing on my waist.

  Tristan’s eyes never left mine. He held me pinned to the spot with his gaze. “A submissive. Have you ever tried BDSM, Dan?”

  “Drugs were never my thing.”

  Tristan barked laughter. “Oh my, Brandilynn. We have a vanilla on our hands.”

  I could hear the slow anger creeping into Dan’s voice. “English, Tristan.”

  “Don’t be insulted, my friend. Brandilynn, tell us your kink.”

  I wondered what Dan would think. Maybe I wouldn’t have two men at once after all. Too bad. “My needs are of the lighter variety. I like bondage and being spanked.”

  I liked other things too, but I thought we’d start with the easy stuff.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Tristan said, his eyes evaluating me with a kind of glee. “That will work for me. I’m not a sadist. Are you a well-behaved sub or a brat?”

  “I am what my Master wishes,” I said. My insides turned warm and melty with anticipation.

  “I’m feeling like being obeyed to the letter today. What do you think, Dan?”

  “Are we talking about tying her up? Is that the kind of thing you have going here?”

  “You can tie her up if you wish. Or simply order her around.”

  “And you don’t mind that, Brandilynn?”

  Bless his heart, I heard the concern in Dan’s voice. “May I turn around, Sir?” I asked Tristan, my head – my entire body – already into the scene.

  “Yes. Tell Dan what he needs to know.”

  I faced Dan, delighted to see he’d pitched a tent in his pants. Maybe he had dominant tendencies. A girl could hope.

  “I am a submissive, Sir. In my case that means I derive sexual satisfaction out of being controlled by my Dominant. You can tie me, cuff me, or restrain me in order to take whatever pleasure you wish from my body. If I misbehave, you can punish me with a spanking or by tormenting me sexually.”

  “Tormenting?” The bulge in his pants looked as if it would burst through the seams.

  “Getting me excited but not allowing me to orgasm.” I shivered. “I will obey your every order. I’m yours to command to bring you every sexual pleasure you desire.”

  “What if I want something you don’t?”

  “Then I’ll use my safeword. If I say the word ‘sharkbait’, you know you’ve gone beyond my limits. Everything stops immediately.”

  He snorted laughter. “Sharkbait?”

  I grinned. “As in, ‘if you don’t stop now, I’ll be on you like Jaws chomping on a naked swimmer.’”

  Tristan chimed in. “Her submission is a gift, Dan. She’s giving you control over her, for your pleasure and hers.”

  Dan’s eyes widened. He licked his lips. “And you’re okay with that, Brandilynn? Really?”

  “Yes Sir. I’m very okay with that.”

  He blew out a long breath. “Damn.”

  I winced. I hate profanity, but I had gone to that place in my head where it wasn’t my place to protest. I had handed all control to the two men. Dan and I would discuss how a man should talk around a lady after playtime ended.

  Tristan’s voice was as smooth as butter, yet as commanding as a five-star general. “I’ll start so you can get an idea of what it’s all about. Join in when you’re comfortable. Brandilynn, think about being naked.”

  I did as he told me, and just like that I didn’t have a stitch of clothes on. I stood naked in front of both men. I gasped in amazement.

  Well that sure saves time and effort. Wooeee!

  “Wow,” Dan said, looking me over.

  “Indeed,” growled Tristan. “Turn around slowly so we can have a look at you, Brandilynn.”

  I obeyed, proud of the body I’d worked so hard on. For the kind of men who hired me to decorate their arms, I had to keep in shape. Many agonizing hours had been spent on elliptical machines, treadmills and Nautilus torture devices to keep myself thin enough to slip into designer gowns. The results manifested in a sculpted rear end, a slender waistline and high, firm breasts well into my mid-thirties.

  Dan looked me over, the want in his expression sending my stomach tumbling. His chest moved with quick breaths. Tristan put his hands on my breasts, testing their weight. Watching my face carefully, he pinched my nipples, his grip tightening until a bolt of desire sizzled straight to my crotch. I turned instantly wet with need.

  His mouth crooked into a dangerous grin. “Get on the table. Kneel with your arms behind you,” he said.

  He helped me climb onto the nearest reading table. I went to my knees before him, legs splayed apart to open me wide. My wrists crossed at the small of my back, and I bowed my head before him. My gaze greedily raked the erection straining the buttoned closure of his slacks. I wondered what he would do, how long he would play with me before pressing his flesh into mine. I shivered in anticipation.

  Tristan bent his head to my breasts, sucking hard on one pert nipple, then the next. I made myself hold very still despite the trembling that started from deep in my core. His tongue rubbed like rough velvet over each tip, bringing the rosy nubs stiff. When he had them distended he seized one between his teeth. He applied cautious pressure, bringing sharp, delightful pain before repeating the torture with the other nipple.

  My insides quivered. I felt keenly how I belonged to him to use in any way he deemed fit. It excited me, as submitting to a strong, confident male always did. Dan stood a little off to one side, watching the action. His fists clenched and released, clenched and released. I could tell he enjoyed the show, and I got a little bit of a thrill being watched. I’d been watched before doing scenes at the leather clubs in Atlanta, but

  performing for one man instead of to a crowd felt incredibly intimate. It was almost as if Tristan demonstrated me for an interested buyer.

  Tristan stepped back and looked at my swollen distended nipples with a satisfied air. Fire engine red from his attentions, they pointed brazenly at him. He slapped one fat mound with a stinging open palm and I jumped. Again, the sensation went zapping straight to my clit, warming my nether regions as effectively as the smarting skin itself. A slap to the other breast. Hot. So very, very hot. Honey flowed from my shaved mound, turning my inner thighs slick. Another sharp slap. My fair skin turned pink where the punishment landed. I panted.

  “You really enjoy that?” Dan asked.

  When I hesitated, Tristan said, “You may answer him, sub. Treat him equal to me. You are as much his as mine.”

  I nodded my acceptance and replied to Dan. “It’s giving myself over that excites me, Sir. The feeling that he has all the control and I must surrender everything to him.”

  I gasped the words as I explained. I was that turned on. Tristan was a very powerful Dom. Authority oozed from him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed handing the reins over more. Now if we could just get Dan to play too…

  Tristan’s hand went to my labia and stroked the secret folds. I shuddered and went weak all over to feel him touch me there as if it was his right. The caress lasted only a moment. He held up his drenched fingers for Dan’s inspection. “You see? She’s enjoying herself a great deal. This is a purely consensual arrangement. That’s our mantra in BDSM: safe, sane and consensual.”

  Dan licked his lips. “What’s the word I’m supposed to listen out for?”

  My nether regions flexed in anticipation. My sexy Marlboro Man was in. “Sharkbait.”

  “All right then.”

  Dan stepped close to me. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back, putting me in the perfect position for his kiss. His mouth closed over mine and worked my lips apart. His warm tongue plunged into my mouth, tasting me as deeply as he could. The force of his lips was bruising and I moaned at the possession.

  Tristan went back to my breasts, his mouth mauling me as his fingers found my secret flesh once more. He investigated the petals of my sex, tracing delicately over the folds. I couldn’t help but respond to his educated t
ouch. My hips jerked as I instinctively rubbed against the delightful contact.

  With a sharp crack, stinging pain warmed my backside, radiating to heat my inner regions. “Stay still,” Tristan warned.

  Dan jerked away from our kiss at the sound of the slap. He stared into my face, waiting to see how I would react to the discipline.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered, softening even more as the smart made my insides tumble. Tristan was very powerful indeed. It made me feel safe.

  At the husky excitement in my voice, Dan’s wariness disappeared, and his eyes darkened. His mouth descended on mine again with greater force than before.

  Tristan’s fingers teased at the opening to my womanhood while his thumb traced lazy circles around my clit. A deep, wonderful throbbing joined the jolts of desire pulsing through my core. I trembled, but kept still for my masters’ pleasure. It wasn’t easy. I ached to run eager hands all over the strong bodies before me, to rub myself against Tristan’s knowledgeable hands and make him touch me where it felt best. Need grew by leaps and bounds, suffusing every molecule of my being.

  When Dan’s kiss ended, leaving my lips swollen and throbbing, Tristan commanded, “Lie on your back.”

  I did so, feeling the table’s hard wooden surface beneath my body. Both men were now naked, and my gaze raked over their very delightful topographies. Tristan’s smooth body boasted lean muscle, as gorgeous as any Chippendale dancer who ever graced a stage. Dan looked just as yummy; slightly bulkier with a sprinkling of dark chest hair. And below the equators, each man sported all a girl could want. Much more than a mouthful, thick and ready for pleasure. I couldn’t wait to be filled by both.

  “I’d like to continue to explore her here,” Tristan told Dan, bending my knees up and out. “Hold yourself open for me,” he ordered me.

  I gripped my legs below the knees, exposing myself for their inspection. I whimpered as the vampire leader spread the lips of my slit.

  “She’s so wet.” Dan licked his lips. “You’re gorgeous, Brandilynn.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I think I want to feel that mouth on me.”

  “Oh yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

  They arranged me to their satisfaction, with my head dipped backwards off the edge of the table so Dan could take advantage of my mouth. Tristan leaned over the opposite edge, easily able to bend his face to my mound, should he so choose.

  “Let’s see what you can do, baby girl,” Dan whispered as he brought his groin near my face.

  Tristan’s hands were already busy on my sex again, bringing all my senses alive as I whirled my tongue over the purpled head of Dan’s cock. He rewarded me with a bead of salty fluid, which I promptly accepted. I rolled the salty sweetness over my tongue before swallowing it with a sigh of pleasure.

  Tristan ran a finger up and down one side of my clit, teasing it unmercifully with the lightest of touches. I couldn’t stop the lower half of my body from shuddering in reaction.

  I mouthed the head of Dan’s cock, whipping my tongue back and forth across and over the opening, trying to coax more of his honey out. I sucked hard on his flesh, my cheeks caving in with the effort. He groaned.

  With a tiny flick as light as a fluttering moth’s wing, Tristan brushed the tip of my clit. I jerked in reaction to the warm cascade of exhilaration, but he only chuckled and slowly stroked the other side of the hood. Sadistic jerk.

  Dan’s hands closed over each side of my head, positioning it just so. I knew what was coming, and I relaxed my throat in preparation.

  “Let’s see how much you can take, baby girl,” he growled and pushed his length into my mouth slowly. I closed my eyes as he filled my mouth with his hard thick length, relishing the feel of silky skin over iron. Further and further in he traveled, the tip of his cock entering my throat. I felt no fear. I had done this many times before, and as they say, practice makes perfect. I accepted every inch of him until I had him encased in my needy mouth.

  “Look at this, Tristan. She’s amazing.”

  “Talented girl, all right.”

  I shivered in contentment at their praise. I pleased them, and it made me happy.

  Dan slid back, and I only realized then that I didn’t need to pull in a breath. Well, that made taking him orally a lot easier. Pleasure suffused me since Dan was one of the better endowed men I’d deepthroated. The ability to be so thoroughly possessed lit fireworks as surely as what Tristan did to me down below.

  When only the mushroom head of Dan’s penis remained in my mouth, Tristan chose that moment to plunge a finger into my sheath. The other hand still engaged in cruelly taunting my throbbing clit, and I moaned as my secret flesh clenched tight around his finger. After pumping his finger in and out of me a few times, he added a second. I convulsed around the digits, my clutching sleeve trying to draw him in as deeply as possible.

  “Greedy little girl,” he chuckled. He pushed in and out slowly while still circling my pleasure nub.

  Dan leaned over as he thrust into my mouth, his hands closing over my breasts. Tristan matched his rhythm with his fingers, sending me closer to realized bliss. I discovered I absolutely loved being with two men at once. I’d never felt so owned.

  If only Tristan would rub my clit instead of all around it! My sex felt engorged and needy from his teasing attentions. As if divining my thoughts, the vampire leader said, “Your pussy lips are red and swollen, little girl. I guess this is a good time to tell you you’re not to come without permission.”

  Darn him, I thought even as I felt the warm pull of surrendering to his every demand. I should have known he’d be that controlling. The heat in my sex doubled.

  Dan enjoyed himself too, to judge by his panting breath. He slipped in and out of my accepting mouth slow and easy for a few strokes, then he jerked faster, his bearish hands clenching my breasts hard. I loved the sweetish salty taste of him almost as much as the feel against my tongue.

  Tristan’s hands left my poor, desperate sex, and I groaned with loss. He slapped one butt cheek then the other, warming me nicely. “Was that a complaint, sub?”

  I said nothing, having my mouth happily full at the moment. But then, he didn’t really expect an answer. Just obedience.

  I felt him climb over me. “Keep those legs open,” he said. The prod of his hard cock nudged my entrance.

  Condom, I thought and then remembered I was dead. Oh yeah. No pregnancy or STD’s to worry about. Being deceased sure took a lot of worry out of living.

  Tristan thrust hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt in one shove. I cried out around Dan’s cock as brutal pleasure exploded in my belly. Orgasm suddenly loomed on the horizon, waiting for another ungentle plunge to explode.

  But he didn’t move. Instead Tristan stayed buried deep inside me, letting me feel him sheathed tightly within, but refusing to give the delightful friction that would send me over. Darn it, he knew exactly how to torture a sub. But then he’d had a hundred years of experience too.

  Lucky me.

  Once my helpless trembling quieted, he stroked slow and sure, matching Dan’s now sedate pace. Feeling the two men inside me, taking all I had to offer, was divine. I gloried in their possession of my body, in serving such strong, authoritative men who were confident to take what they wanted. It kept my arousal at the edge of the precipice without flinging me into space. Sweet, languorous torture that I couldn’t do anything to end. All I could do was lie there and take it.

  If a better heaven than this waited somewhere out there, I couldn’t imagine it.

  Tristan moaned softly, and his hips moved faster. His balls slapped against my rear in meaty thuds. My belly felt as if it expanded, a thickening pleasure bloating me, growing too big to contain. But he hadn’t given me permission. I wasn’t allowed to claim the pleasure that wanted to explode like fireworks within me.

  I sobbed an inarticulate plea against Dan’s driving length. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg while he used my mouth. And I wanted to beg. I
wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, Please Sir, may I come? Please Sir, please, please!

  I’d never been so desperate to shriek a word as badly as I wanted to shriek that humble little please.

  Tristan jackhammered against me with brute lust, and I thought I might die from the need to climax. Ecstasy clawed at me to be realized, impatient to be born. My control slipped; I was in danger of disobeying my Master’s order.

  His hand slipped over my mound, fingers closing over the sides of my clit. “Come now Brandilynn!” he shouted, and pinched the erect nubbin hard.

  Elation blew apart my body. Blinding lightning ripped the world apart, and I disappeared in the cataclysm. I lost myself in that shattering explosion.