Animal Attraction

by Tracy St. John

  I looked around my surroundings again, spooked. Dan noticed. “What is it?”

  I licked my lips. “It kind of reminds me of where my body ended up after I was killed.”

  I’d been dumped in the woods after a serial killer vampire with a taste for prostitutes and escorts had drained me dry. Actually, I’d been tossed like garbage in the middle of a pine tree farm. The carpet of dead needles looked identical. I’d also been left near Highway 17.

  There were differences. This was actual woods, the trees different varieties and growing helter-skelter instead of in perfect rows. The similarities were still a bit much for me to take.

  Dan’s arm went around me and he pulled me close. He’d been the one to find my confused spirit wandering in circles, sobbing and afraid. He knew all too well the awful memories I had of where my corpse had been discovered.

  He asked, “Are you okay? Do you want to leave?”

  I drew my tattered courage tight around me. I was safe. The pain of that time was done, and I had lives to save if I could.

  “I’m fine,” I asserted, making my voice come out strong for as much my benefit as Dan’s. I looked around the area for anyone out of place. It was just me, Dan, and the police.

  “No sign of the poor man’s ghost,” I noted. That wasn’t a big surprise. Few of us stuck around after we died. Those of us who remained here to haunt the living didn’t know why we didn’t leave too.

  Dan concurred. “It doesn’t look that way. Let’s follow his trail and see where he came from.”

  We did, following a couple of deputies who had been put on the same task. The werehog Grayson had called Charlie was one of them. His snout worked hard though the blood trail was obvious. Looking for clues, I supposed. He even dropped to all fours once in awhile to sniff along the ground, keeping clear of the actual blood to avoid disturbing evidence. He also checked trees and snuffled the air.

  “Better than a bloodhound,” was my opinion.

  A boom cracked the morning air. A second and third boom followed the first. No one reacted.

  I knew what I heard. “We’re not far from the federal academy. The bomb squad must be training today.”

  Dan nodded. “I hear planes too. We’re close to the jetport.”

  Ford County had a small airfield. Government officials who visited the academy sometimes used it, but it was mostly for the puddle jumpers belonging to private owners. I had a pretty good idea of our location now.

  A few more yards into the brush and the blood trail ended. A few more steps and evidence of the victim’s passage completely disappeared. Officer Charlie stopped and griped to his companion, a weresnake. “Shit.”

  “Such language,” I spluttered.

  Dan reminded me, “He doesn’t know there’s a lady present.”

  I smiled at Dan and then turned serious again. “It looks like he lost the scent.”

  Charlie turned around and around, walking in wider circles as he tried to pick up his quarry’s trail again. The snake shifter watched patiently for five minutes while Charlie did his best to find the scent.

  At last he stomped back to his partner. “I’ve got different trails, each ending several yards away. It’s like he ran one way, doubled back, ran another, and doubled back again. I think he was running in his skin when he got to this point. He shifted back to human somewhere around here before he started leaving all these false trails.”

  The snake deputy scowled. With that expression, his scaled face looked like the stuff of nightmares. “It’s like he was being hunted or something. What’s his flavor? I didn’t get a good look at the body.”

  “He was hog, like me.”

  Deputy Snake sighed. “Of course. And since these woods are full of feral hogs, which got at him at some point—” he didn’t bother to finish.

  Charlie grimaced. “Since I don’t know his particular scent fully shifted and there’s no way to tell which one was him, I can’t find a trail.”

  “We’d better report back to Grayson. Maybe Forensics can figure it out.”

  Charlie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

  They headed back towards where the corpse lay. Dan and I stayed for a few moments, looking around. Like Charlie, we couldn’t find any evidence of what direction the dead man had come from.

  “Dead end here and there,” I quipped with gallows humor.

  “So it would seem. I guess we’ll have to wait for Forensics too.” Dan crooked a brow at me. “So while we wait ... library?”

  I grinned, knowing perfectly well how we would while away the time. “Race you.” I was already ‘porting before I’d finished speaking.

  With my head start, I showed up at the library before Dan. In a sudden fit of whimsy, I raced to hide behind a shelf. I peeked out to see my sweetie appear in the middle of the reading tables. He peered around the quiet room.

  “Brandilynn?”

  I giggled, and the sound echoed in the cavernous room. He turned around, trying to locate me. His brows drew down, but he grinned and started walking. “Are you hiding from me?”

  I giggled again since he headed in the wrong direction. As he turned my way, I darted to the end of the row and wove through the shelves.

  His laughing voice followed me. “Oh, we’re doing that, are we? Okay then, naughty girl. I’m going to find you and give you a spanking.”

  That was such a delight to hear. I needed an escape from the real world after what I’d seen. It was time for intense play.

  I decided to go full-on brat. As I continued to move through the stacks of books, I called, “Nyah-nyah. Gotta catch me first.”

  I darted here and there, trying-not-trying to get away. I could hear Dan’s heavy tread behind me, never far away but not quite catching up. He knew the library better than I did, so I surmised he was prolonging the chase.

  He appeared at the end of one row where I crept. I yelped and dashed off. After that happened a few times, I realized he deliberately showed up when he wanted to drive me in a particular direction. Dan herded me like a sheep, but I didn’t figure it out until he had me caught. I ended up cornered in the autobiography section.

  I pretended to cower as Dan approached, having trapped me with nowhere to go. I had a hard time not laughing as his eyes widened at what I wore. To match my silly mood, I’d fashioned a little girl’s sailor suit. My hair was gathered in two ponytails with red bows.

  His eyes smoldered as he drew himself up and assumed a stern expression. “There’s my naughty girl. Bad little Brandilynn.”

  I opened my mouth and the words fell out in a voice higher pitched than usual. “Are you going to punish me – Daddy?”

  I’d been into kink since I could remember. I loved submitting. I loved being spanked. But I’d never had more than a passing thought about age play. It had not shown up on my radar. Yet at that moment with Dan, it somehow felt right.

  Dan had only recently discovered his Dom side. He was still figuring out his kinks, experimenting with what precisely rocked his boat. The moment of shock on his face made me think this one wouldn’t fly. Then the startled expression gave way to sternness. When he looked at me like that, my pussy spasmed. The crotch of my cotton panties with ruffles and hearts were soaked in an instant.

  That deep, strong voice filled with parent-like disapproval. “Yes, Brandilynn. Daddy has to discipline you for being such a bad little girl.”

  He held out his hand. I felt very small as I took it and was led out to the middle of the library. Dan patted the polished surface of the nearest table. “Bend over this. Daddy has to spank you now.”

  Oh my gosh. His words flipped every switch in my body, making me excited. I hadn’t been thrown off-balance like this in a long time. Even submitting, with all its attendant surprises, can begin to feel more like a beloved though comfortable shoe.

  The novelty of playing little girl to Dan’s daddy made my head swim and my guts light up. I whimpered but you’d better believe I obeyed him. I lay over the table and rol
led my eyes to look up into Dan’s searing gaze.

  He watched my face as he turned my skirt up. His hands were gentle as he pulled my panties down, letting them fall to my Mary Janes. I whimpered again.

  “None of that. You know you were naughty,” he reprimanded me. “Now spread your legs, little girl. Daddy wants to see it all. You don’t hide yourself from Daddy.”

  His gaze held me under his control. I didn’t hesitate an instant to obey him. Wet seeped down my inner thighs.

  Dan rubbed my butt, warming it under rough but caring palms. “First my hand and then my belt.”

  Fear-arousal spiked high. My pussy clenched and released, clenched and released. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

  I sniveled, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am.”

  He nodded, his expression that mind-blowing, panty-drenching mixture of tenderness and resolve. “I know you are, sweet girl. But I love my Brandilynn and sometimes that means teaching you a lesson you won’t forget. Ten with my hand and ten with my belt.”

  I gasped as exhilaration spiked high in my loins. I darned near came to hear what I was in for.

  Dan held me down with one hand on the small of my back, intensifying my helplessness. I did feel like a bad little girl at that moment, one who had no choice but to submit to her punishment. I lay there and waited because there was nothing I could do.

  Dan’s palm cracked loudly against the dead center of my right butt cheek. Pain blasted, followed by delicious heat. My pussy spasmed again, eagerly heating to join the sensation of my rear being roasted. I cried out in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

  The next heavy swat landed on the other cheek. Now they both pulsed, and I squalled that time. Dan was not lenient at all. He spanked like he meant it. Oh glory, it hurt so good.

  His hand came down again and again, sending blasts of wondrous torment through me. I couldn’t help but dance under the punishment. My feet stomped and kicked in instinctive reaction. It hurt my flesh, but my mind reveled in Dan’s power, in his strength, in his ability to give me exactly what my being craved.

  My eyes were streaming when he stopped. My butt throbbed in concert with my sex. I was on the brink of asking him for more – or doing something naughty so he’d have no choice to give me more – when the jingle of his belt buckle reminded me that I didn’t need to do a thing.

  His hand left my back. I looked up to see him still eyeing me with severity ... and excitement. “You will stay there, little girl. You still get my belt.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. I had the idea I might climax the second his strap hit my already fiery flesh.

  Again, he was exacting. The belt made my sore flesh sizzle, as if drenched in hot grease. I felt each strike on my rear. The pain eclipsed all ability to think. I cried out as leather striped me, sending streaks of exacting torment across my butt. I jerked on top of the table but did not attempt to get away. Somehow Dan’s command to stay put remained more important than escaping the steady lashes.

  I didn’t come, but it was danged close. There were moments when the ache of near-orgasm held more of my attention than the belt pounding my rear. I was crazed with sensation by the time he stopped.

  Dan tossed the belt aside and massaged my butt again. I cried out as fresh pain billowed from my flesh. Orgasm inched closer.

  Dan’s voice rumbled overhead. “Apologize for being naughty and hiding from me.”

  I sobbed with as much want as hurt. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good. I promise.”

  Dan’s hand rubbed lower, moving between my legs. Tremors seized me as his fingers slipped along the soaked petals of my pussy. I moaned and opened my legs wider.

  “Are you my good girl, Brandilynn? Will you do as you’re told?”

  “Yes sir. Whatever Daddy says.”

  His fingers slid on either side of my clit. Electric sensation jolted me and I cried out. My legs shot straight out behind me.

  Dan’s soft, insinuating voice tickled my ears. “Does that feel good, little girl? Do you like it when Daddy touches you?”

  “Yes ... yes sir,” I gasped.

  “I like making my little girl feel good. Such a sweet little girl, doing whatever I want. Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”

  He rubbed directly over my clit and everything seized tight. Then I exploded, the climax unfurling in a long stream of exaltation. I think I screamed. I’m not sure because all I knew was glorious bliss, thundering through me like a Category 4 storm.

  As I slowly came down, Dan crooned, “Good girl. That’s Daddy’s good girl.”

  My face felt glued to the tabled top. My whole body lay limp with gratification. Holy smokes, that was good.

  Dan stepped behind me, gently kicking my legs wider apart. His fingers curled around the back of my neck, holding tight, controlling me. Then the questing tip of his fevered swollen flesh teased the lips of my pussy apart.

  “Open for me, baby. That’s my sweetheart. Nice and wet for Daddy. Good girl.”

  He pushed inside, not slamming into me but taking me in one steady, determined stroke. All at once I was on the verge again. I cried out.

  “That’s it. Sweet girl. Sweet, sweet, sweet girl.”

  He took me, thrusting deep with every ‘sweet’. His thick cock rubbed with perfect friction against my interior hot spot. My mouth yawned wide, gasps of pleasure spilling from my throat. My toes curled in their school girl shoes. I clenched hard around his driving shaft, tiny eruptions slowly building in strength.

  “Oh yeah. That’s right. Grab Daddy’s cock with your hot little pussy.”

  With one hand remaining on the back of my neck and the other gripping my shoulder, he pulled me back on himself as he thrust inside. My eyes rolled as another lightning blast of orgasm crashed through me. Oh my gosh. Muscles I didn’t know I had flexed in constant spasms as he drove me harder and harder.

  I was still shuddering from the latest climax when Dan pulled free. He gave my butt a little slap that brought pain from the spanking alive once more. Though I felt depleted, I found the strength to come up on my toes and squeal.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he asked.

  “Daddy’s,” I groaned. “It’s yours, Daddy.”

  His thumb traced around the rosette of my anus. “And this tight little hole? Who does that belong to, baby girl?”

  I couldn’t believe I was amping up again, newly excited by what was about to happen. “It’s too big to put there, Daddy. Please.”

  “Whose is it, little girl?”

  “Daddy’s,” I said in a high, frightened voice. I tilted my butt up in negation of the tone.

  “And if Daddy wants to love his little girl’s tight hole, she lets him, doesn’t she? She keeps her legs spread for his cock. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes sir.” My groan was entirely too adult to play into our fantasy, but at that point neither of us cared.

  It didn’t have to hurt, because ghosts have complete control over such things. But I liked the pain as much as the pleasure. It’s the way I’m wired. So I made little hurt noises as Dan ground into me, enthralling me with a harsh taking. More delicious jolts were mine as his groin slapped hard against my chastised rear. I rejoiced to hear him grunt louder and louder as he chased his pleasure, making me serve his most base sexual needs.

  He still had hold of my neck, keeping me under his power. Meanwhile, his free hand reached down and rubbed my clit. I pounded my fists against the table, orgasm on its way yet again. Hearing his guttural moan and feeling his cock jerk inside me as he succumbed to bliss sent me over the edge. We yelled in concert, wild sounds of blatant ecstasy echoing all around.

  Had I been living, I probably would have passed out from exhaustion after that. However the dead never sleep. I still snuggled in Dan’s arms when he picked me up and cradled me against his chest. He carried me over to the leather sofa in the periodical section, sitting down and settling me in his lap.

  W
e were quiet for a few minutes, lost in our separate musings. I wondered that after so long in the kink scene I could still discover new things to try. This morning had been quite the revelation ... maybe.

  Dan spoke first. “I’m not sure what that was. It was hot while it was happening, but now – I don’t know how I feel about it.”

  I looked up at his worried face. I knew his concern was mostly for my reaction, though I’d never judged him for the things that made him feel good. Dan was still finding himself. I supported him wholeheartedly as he continued to get his Dom on.

  I smiled up at him, loving him with all his insecurities. “I never got into little play either. I didn’t think it would be something I’d like. With you though – you’re my big, strong Dan. You made me feel safe no matter what.”

  He regarded me with surprise. “Your first time too? And here I thought you were the expert.” He winked.

  I grinned at the teasing. “I’m not sure if I enjoyed it more for the novelty or if it’s a facet of my preferences I never noticed before. If you ever want to try it again, I’m game.”

  Dan laughed, a sign his discomfort was passing. “Just when I think I’ve got a handle on the kink, you throw another curve ball at me. But as long as it’s you, I’m willing to explore.”

  As happens so often after sex these days, we slipped into our sugary-sappy snuggling. We were more nauseatingly adoring than usual, probably in celebration of knowing we could try out anything with each other and remain safe. When it comes to love, isn’t that what counts most of all?

  * * * *

  I certainly didn’t feel little girlish when night fell and I moved into Patricia’s body. Even with my first meal of BP9 in my gut, I felt hungry and mean. But then I always had a touch of that when playing vampire. It came with the territory.

  I put on my best glamour as I headed into Para Central to see Taylor. As I stalked down the center of the room – why is it vampires always stalk? Someone should research that – I nodded to the paras I passed. I was greeted with waves and ‘good evenings’, even by the vampires. I guess they are all obeying Tristan’s orders to treat me normally.