Animal Attraction (8 page)

Then I was flung out into the morning. I
stood by the unmarked grave, naked as the day I was born, my own
Brandilynn Payson self for the too-brief day.

Oh glory to be out of the forever famished,
always frozen vampire body! I stretched as if I still had physical
muscles, yelling to the rising sun with joy.

Despite being nude on a February morn, I felt
no cold. Not being corporeal had its advantages. Like the ability
to dance around naked in public. Woohoo!

I couldn’t help but revel in being me. I was
a fair-skinned gal but not vampire white by any means. My body was
toned because that was how I’d left the earthly plane and best
remember myself. My breasts and rear were rounder and fuller than
Patricia’s. My long hair was flaming copper red instead of midnight
black. My looks could be sophisticated with makeup done right, but
I was pretty much country girl fresh and vibrant on my own.

I even liked my big feet today because they
were mine. Sure, Patricia’s size sevens were nice in designer
shoes, but I’d have given them up in an instant to stay me.

Best of all, I didn’t feel that edge of
meanness that came with being hungry all the time. Everyone around
me would cease looking like a meal. Boy, I couldn’t wait for summer
when the days were longer and I didn’t have to wear the vampire
suit so much.

Because I didn’t feel cold and had no care
whatsoever that it was winter, I wished myself a gauzy sky blue
dress with a short flouncy skirt and halter top. Feeling light and
pretty, I envisioned the reading room of the old Fulton Falls
Library and felt how much I wanted to be there.

The colors of the frozen green cemetery lawn,
darker green hedges, and coral-shaded sky smeared around me like
thrown paint. They were replaced by shades of brown and gold. My
surroundings solidified again, and I was in the library.

The old Fulton Falls Library, like the King
George, had been victimized by the big fire. Unlike the King
George, nothing of its physical remains still stood. Much-loved
buildings have their own afterlife among the dead. What I appeared
within was the ghost of the original library, buried deep
underground.

It felt and looked real enough to me. The
stately brick building was far more charming than the modern
library that had taken its place above ground. Small table lamps
cast little islands of soft golden illumination. Long tables of
dark wood marched in a row down the center of the main room. Banks
of gleaming wooden shelves filled with books surrounded me. I stood
on a richly patterned gold and burgundy rug, probably one of the
first made on a machine. The library had been built in the
Victorian era.

Perhaps best of all was that particular
booksy smell that all libraries seem to have. I also detected an
undercurrent of something burnt, which accompanied much of what lay
below ground in the buried remains of old Fulton Falls. But mostly
I smelled books. The aroma was more like home to me than any house
or apartment had ever been in life.

The sweetest sight of all was to be found
behind the head librarian’s desk. Dan sat there, reading in a pose
that had become familiar since my arrival among the dead eleven
months ago. He leaned back in the leather chair, his dark hair
mussed, cheek propped against his fist. His sensible loafers
propped on the wooden desk with its old fashioned stamp, a
pull-chain lamp, a couple of steel-tipped fountain pens, and a
scattering of books.

He noticed me coming his way. His feet hit
the floor with a thump and he put the book down on the desk. As
soon as his hand left it, it disappeared. Books and supplies not
minded constantly put themselves away. It was a pain in the rear
when one had to stop reading in the middle of a passage, but we’ve
gotten used to it.

The smile crinkling Dan’s rugged face was all
the welcome I needed, but he said, “Hi,” anyway.

I skipped around the desk and slid into his
lap. “Hi.” The next instant I covered that handsome mug with
kisses.

I usually celebrated being back to me by
jumping Dan’s bones. My libido hummed along quite nicely already.
Dan laughed at my exuberance and enjoyed the attention for about a
minute before pushing me back a little to slow me down.

“Good morning to you too,” he grinned.

I felt plenty of interest rising within his
khakis and wriggled my damp crotch against him. “All mornings are
good,” I said. It was nice to feel him in the flesh once more.

Darn the man, he insisted on business first.
“What was up with Tristan?”

I gave him another kiss to reward him for
giving me my privacy with his former rival. “Not much, actually. He
offered an apology for being a buttwipe.”

“Buttwipe?” Dan laughed. Since I abhorred
profanity, he found my workaround potty language amusing. I say
it’s better to be ridiculous than crude.

I ignored the humor. “He promised to make the
clutch treat me less plague-y. And he said he’d do better
himself.”

“Do you think he’s sincere?” Dan stroked a
lock of my hair that had fallen over one breast.

I shivered at the slight contact. “Who knows
anymore? I sure don’t. Maybe he was being nice to get me to agree
to go to the commission meeting tonight. That seemed to be his
biggest concern.”

Dan nodded. “The norms have noticed
Patricia’s extended absence. There is gossip.”

I rolled my eyes. “There is always gossip.
People have nothing better to do than mind everyone else’s business
in this town. I said I would go and glare at anyone who needed
it.”

Dan gave me a wink. “Keep the red out of your
eyes and the fangs out of your mouth.”

I’d had enough conversation. “How about
putting the you into me?”

He snorted. “Do you call that a
seduction?”

I grinned. Despite the nonchalant attitude he
gave me, I felt Dan’s avid interest twitching under my pussy.

I slid down his legs to end up kneeling on
the floor. “No, I call this a seduction.”

With that, I wished my dress away. Being a
ghost was handy in that respect. I spread my folded legs wide,
exposing my pussy. At the same time, I laced my fingers behind my
neck and held my elbows out, my shoulders pulled back to lift my
breasts like an offering. I cast my eyes to the floor between Dan’s
feet.

“How may I serve you, Sir?” I asked in my
most submissive tone.

Dan’s happy sigh warmed me from head to toe.
Other things warmed when I saw him opening his fly. I kept my gaze
glued to the floor, but my peripheral vision didn’t miss the
mouthwatering vision of hard and ready cock bobbing free.

“Hands behind your back. Put that pretty
mouth to work, baby girl,” came the husky voice of my master.

We were ghosts, but our memories held
everything we needed to make good stuff happen. I was delighted to
see a pearlescent drop had already formed on the tip of Dan’s
shaft. I licked salty, musky goodness, moaning my pleasure at the
gift.

I licked all over the velvety smooth head of
him, tracing dips and ridges with the tip of my tongue. Heavens, he
tasted delicious. One of his hands buried in my hair, clutching a
fistful and holding it tight. I creamed to feel his control over
me.

“Kiss the head of my cock, baby girl. Kiss it
like a good little subbie.”

I obeyed, my lips closing over livid, pulsing
flesh. When things got good, we remembered things like heartbeats
and breathing. It was close to having a body again. Not perfectly
so, but near enough to count.

I ran my tongue over and over his silky
cockhead, sucking it into my mouth like a lollipop. His hold on my
hair tightened. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming and I
readied for it.

Sure enough Dan pressed my face down, making
me take his full length into my mouth and down my throat. One of
the great things about sex after death was that we didn’t need to
breathe. Dan could have pounded my face all day long and it
wouldn’t have bothered me. However my big sexy Sir liked things a
little noisy and forceful. So I obliged him.

I gagged and struggled against his hold on
me. He held me down, keeping himself embedded until he pulled me
off with a satisfied grunt. I rolled streaming eyes up to see him
looking very lord and master. Ah, how I loved that look of power he
gets. It was so exciting. I could feel juices running down my inner
thighs as I responded to his strength.

He pushed me down slowly while simultaneously
raising his hips. He didn’t make me take so much that time or the
next. But the third time, my face met his pelvis.

“That’s right, baby girl. Take it all. Take
every last bit of Sir’s cock.”

The choking sounds I made were ugly and
un-ladylike. But they were what gave Dan a thrill, and his thrills
were mine. I loved being his to enjoy as he wished.

Right now he wished me to gag on his shaft.
Every third or fourth stroke his thickness shoved deep inside,
getting the reaction he enjoyed. I bucked and strained and coughed
... and adored it.

Dan groaned, his prick jerking. “Enough. If I
don’t quit I’m going to come right down your throat. Get up on the
desk.”

I released him, keeping my expression one of
surrender ... I knew better than to let him see it when I felt
smug. I liked funishment, not punishment.

Dan swept the desktop clean. The items that
hit the floor would eventually find their own way back on the
polished wood surface. Because he was a gentleman even when he
dominated like a beast, Dan offered his assistance as I climbed to
my feet. I smiled my appreciation and hopped up on the desk.

He told me, “Those wrists and ankles need
some long silk scarves tied to them.”

Just as I could conjure any outfit I wanted,
I could also supply my own bondage gear. I had slippery-soft
scarves tied nice and tight where Dan wanted them in an instant. I
loved not having to worry about issues like circulation.

My gorgeous hunk of a man secured me to the
desk, spreading my arms and legs wide. His calloused finger traced
my parted slit, finding me wet and eager. I giggle-groaned to feel
his rough flesh rasp against my softness.

“You like that, huh?” Dan’s half-smile was
all evil. “While we’re at it, you can wear a ball gag. I’m done
with that pretty mouth.”

I had a mouthful of rubber in an instant. I
didn’t think twice about obeying my master. Besides, I was a mouthy
gal. This would help keep me out of trouble. Maybe.

Besides, if he gagged me, there was a pretty
good shot at him doing something to make me scream and beg for
mercy. Not that I’d get any such thing ... nor want it. My sex
zinged with excitement, sending more wetness out to coat Dan’s
finger as it slid over me.

“That’s right. Baby girl likes it when she’s
helpless and can’t ask for things to stop.” Dan’s gaze roamed up
and down my body with an attitude of ownership. “All mine to play
with as I please, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Well, I could always make the scarves holding
me down disappear. I could always ‘port myself far away. But we
were in our fantasy, where he controlled my pleasure and agony. I
couldn’t imagine defying him in any way. Dan loved me, heaven help
the man. I trusted him with everything.

He enjoyed testing that trust. “Vibrator, as
thick and long as me.”

My pussy swelled with the new presence of the
filling toy. I made it as flesh-like as I could, envisioning Dan’s
gorgeous cock as the model. I moaned around the gag to feel it
there.

Dan grabbed the base of it, which was all
that was visible. He eased it in and out, using it to have his way
with me. I lay wide open, a fine trembling breaking over my body as
he angled it to stimulate my G-spot.

“Take it, girl. Take that cock,” he breathed,
watching as he made the dildo disappear into my hairless pussy. He
licked his lips. His cock bobbed up and down, expressing its
appreciation of the show.

I felt so vulnerable like that, being made to
take the toy while Dan watched. I was a little plaything, someone
who existed solely for her master’s pleasure. The wonderful, scary
thing was that he was just getting started on me.

He flipped the switch on the vibrator,
continuing to press it rhythmically against my hotspot. I arched as
much as my bonds allowed, crying out behind the gag. Delicious
bites of excitement darted through my sheath. The dildo moved
faster as I grew wetter, making its path easy.

“Nipple clamps,” Dan breathed, staring at me.
“Thai sticks.”

Again I placed the items on my body without
thought. On the heels of that, my brain yelled a rude word. I was
in for some amazing pain.

A pair of long black rods appeared on each
tight nipple, trapping the sensitive flesh between their lengths.
Elastic bands gave tension to their grip at each joined end. I had
conjured them with the bands all the way at the ends for the
lightest possible pressure.

Of course Dan wasn’t about to let them stay
that way. His chocolate eyes darkening with intent, he shoved the
vibrator deep into me. The toy vibrated hard against my G-spot,
enthralling me despite knowing torment was on its way.

Dan reached for the Thai sticks. He leisurely
rolled the bands towards the middle of the clamp holding my right
nipple, watching my face all the while. The pressure went from firm
to pain quickly. I cried out as heat seared my breast. My
instinctive urge was to jerk away, to deny my master complete
acquiescence. I fought to remain still as he tormented me,
continuing to move the bands closer together. A familiar mantra
filled my head:
his to play with, his to play with, his to play
with.

I maintained control until a greater pain
hit, much what I’d imagine being stabbed by an ice pick to feel
like. I screamed and twisted. Dan grunted and gave the bands one
last little roll before moving to the other trapped nipple.