PASSION'S VINTAGE: THE STAR Page 6

  Conner moved the full suitcase to the desk. "Are you sure that's all of it?"

  Bryn watched Nick seat himself comfortably on the edge of the bed. She swallowed hard, but she couldn't tell if her mouth was dry from fear, or anticipation. "Yes. Except for what I'm wearing."

  "Good." Conner set the desk chair by the bed then sat. "Come over here."

  Bryn took a deep breath and inched toward Conner. "You are not spanking me."

  "No dear, I'm not." Conner reached for the top buttons of her gown. "I'm undressing you, Nick will do the chastising."

  Bryn's breath hitched. "Conner, you can't really mean to..."

  "Hush." Conner gave her a stern look then tugged at the jet buttons. "The best way to deal with punishment is to simply endure. If you don't fuss, it will be over with swiftly."

  Nick leaned back on the bed. "Personally, I hope you fuss. It's more fun that way."

  Bryn felt the words dry in her mouth and trembled. The subversive warmth of excitement knotted in her belly. Conner's fingers made swift work of the few buttons. She didn't even try to stop him, and worse, she suspected that she really didn't want him to stop.

  "Well, isn't that pretty?" He turned Bryn around so Nick could see her black lace bustier and matching stockings. He tugged the dress from her shoulders.

  Nick leaned forward. "Damn, that is nice... Can we leave the stockings and shoes on?"

  Conner nodded. "I don't see why not." His fingers tugged at the hooks on the back of the bustier. "Ah, there we are..." He tugged and the bustier slid from Bryn's waist revealing her breasts, and hardened nipples.

  Nick smacked his lips loudly. "You know Conner, I never get tired of looking at her tits."

  "I know what you mean." Conner tugged at Bryn's panties. They slid down her legs to pool at her ankles. "And she has the perfect arse for discipline." He tugged Bryn around to face him. He stared at her breasts then grinned up at her. "From the looks of those nipples, you are not exactly adverse to being punished."

  Bryn was mortified, but held her hands at her sides, refusing to cover herself. No matter what they had planned, she was not about to cower. She slanted Conner a narrow gaze, promising retribution the first chance she got, but still couldn't bring herself to say a word.

  Conner's brows shot up. "I think our Bryn intends to be brave."

  Nick snorted. "She'll change her mind."

  Conner turned Bryn to face the bed. "She's all yours Nick."

  "Come to daddy, little girl." Nick crooked a finger at Bryn. "Your ass is mine." His grin was bloodcurdling.

  Bryn bit her lip. She had never felt so naked in all her life. She stepped warily toward the bed teetering on high-heels, with only the black stockings to cover her to the upper thighs. Despite all her bravado, she wasn't really in the mood to be brave. Taking that last step, stopping only inches from Nick's knee took the last of her courage.

  "Good girl." Nick captured her wrist, and continued to smile hungrily.

  She expected the ripple of fright that brought the hair up on her arms, but the warm throb of hungry arousal took her completely by surprise.

  "I think you should know," Nick said very softly. "I have been looking forward to spanking that juicy ass of yours, since the moment I saw my cock disappear into your tight little bung-hole."

  Bryn's thoughts suddenly filled with the images and sensations of him hot, hard and filling in her ass. Her heart thumped and breathing quickened. Moisture slicked her bare thighs. His hand was a manacle around her wrist, holding her immobile.

  Nick tugged her closer. "You're remembering it aren't you? You're remembering me being up your ass, cumming in your ass."

  Bryn inhaled sharply. She had no idea how, but she was suddenly convinced that Nick was projecting the memories directly into her mind.

  He licked his lips. "I can't wait to cum in your ass again." He tugged sharply.

  Bryn tumbled across his splayed knees. Her feet kicked up in midair. Her hands scrabbled for something to hold, but there was nothing but the floor. She felt his arm on the back of her knees, pulling her into position and steadying her across his lap. Oh my God! He's really going to do this!

  Nick released her wrist and carefully wound her hair around his fist. "There's no need to be brave. I have you, and you're not going anywhere. Feel free to squirm all you like. In fact, you can scream all you like too."

  Bryn saw him raise his hand from the corner of her eye. "Nick, don't!" Then she heard a loud crack. Half a second later, her right butt-cheek was on fire. A hiss escaped her lips.

  "Would you look at that? A perfect hand-print." Nick chuckled then raised his hand again.

  Bryn flinched at the sharp slap, then her other butt-cheek was on fire too. She bit back a moan, and could not stop herself from writhing on his lap to relieve the sting. She didn't see him raise his hand again, but she certainly heard the quick succession of slaps, and felt the fiery results.

  He stopped and Bryn groaned in agonized relief, then hissed. He was exploring her burning ass with fingers that felt like sharp nails on the marks he'd made. "God!" She couldn't stop her writhing.

  "I bet that really stings right now," Nick said softly. "You should see it. Your ass is almost the right color."

  Bryn gasped for a breath. "Almost?"

  "Almost," Nick agreed.

  Bryn felt his finger slide down the seam of her butt, to explore her soft core.

  "Hot damn! Conner, she's soaked. I think she likes having her ass warmed." Nick slid a finger into her.

  She gasped with the delicious sensation. He flicked something tender and exciting deep inside. She jolted with carnal hunger and moaned.

  Conner chuckled. "That sounds pretty convincing to me."

  Nick pulled his fingers free. "No holding back now, I expect to hear some screaming from you."

  Bryn grit her teeth. "I won't scream, damn you."

  "Oh, yes you will." He chuckled. "Conner, doesn't she have a hairbrush lying around?"

  Bryn froze. A hairbrush?

  Conner got up from the chair. "Ah... Yes, here you are. It's a nice flat-backed round one, like my mother used to use on me."

  Nick took the brush and showed the broad plastic instrument to Bryn. "That is nice. It's going to sting like a son of a bitch."

  Bryn heard the slap of plastic on flesh, then felt the stabbing burn. She yelped in surprise.

  "Was that a scream little girl?" Nick politely inquired.

  "No!" Bryn could not hold still across his lap. He was right. The brush stung like a son of a bitch. "No, it wasn't a scream."

  "Are you sure?"

  Bryn tried to turn to look at him, but his hold on her hair was too snug. "Yes! Damn you, it wasn't a scream!"

  "Good." Nick leaned over her. "I'll stop when you scream." He gave her three quick smacks, one right on top of the other.

  Bryn gasped with the pain, and moaned.

  Nick chuckled. "It stops as soon as you scream." He gave her three more smacks on the other cheek.

  Bryn writhed and gasped. "Son of a fucking bitch!"

  "Well now, that is quite a filthy mouth." Conner chuckled somewhere behind her. "When you're done Nick, I think you should wash it out for her."

  Nick raised a brow at Conner. "How 'bout I empty my balls down her throat? I'm hard as a rock from all her squirming."

  "Now that you mention it, I'm in a similar condition from watching her arse dance on your lap. I think that sounds like the perfect solution."

  "You guys are sadistic assholes!" Bryn spat.

  Nick leaned over her. "Picked up on that did you?" The brush landed sharply, twice, once on each cheek.

  Bryn almost screamed that time. She barely stopped herself.

  Nick chuckled. "Still holding out on me?" The brush landed, and landed, and landed...

  Bryn let out a screech that nearly deafened her.

  Nick flinched back "Fuck me!"

  "Bravo!" Conner called out. "I think you can safely say that that was in
deed a scream."

  Bryn was lifted up from her humiliating position, and Nick sat her across his knees. She hissed as soon as her butt made contact with his hard leg.

  Nick wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay, we're all done now." He pressed a kiss on her brow. "You did good."

  Bryn stared at him and suddenly, without any warning, tears started. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed on his shoulder.

  "Hey now..." Nick held her tight against him and patted her back. "Take it easy, you're going to be fine."

  Conner sat on the bed beside Nick and grinned. "That was quite a show. Our Bryn held out much longer than I expected. No wonder she was able to spit in Boyd's eye."

  Bryn sobbed harder.

  Nick choked. "Take it easy don't strangle me!" He grinned at Conner.

  Bryn leaned back. "I'm sorry..." She wiped at her cheeks. "I don't know what happened. I was fine and then, all of a sudden, I just started crying."

  Conner offered her a linen handkerchief. "Some people are like that. Apparently you do well under pressure and come apart under praise."

  Bryn took the handkerchief. "That is so weird." She gingerly wiped her cheeks. "I'm gonna get make-up all over this."

  Conner laughed. "Keep it. I have more."

  Nick looked into her eyes. "Better now?"

  Bryn nodded.

  "Good." He picked her up and set her on the bed. "Get on you hands and knees." He looked at Conner. "Kneel or stand?"

  Conner undid his belt. "I'll stand thank you."

  Nick nodded. "Then I'll kneel." He stood up and undid his belt.

  Bryn looked from one to the other. "Guys?"

  "The spanking is over, dear Bryn." Conner smiled. "But the punishment is not."

  "What?" Bryn sat back on the bed, then got right back up. Her ass burned.

  Nick dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He was hard and rigidly upright. "You've got a mouth-washing coming, remember?"

  "Hey!" Bryn scowled, but her eyes were drawn to Nick's violently hard cock. Her body thrummed urgently and a spat of moisture dampened her thighs. She licked her lips. She was shivering with a brutal need she didn't quite understand, and really didn't want to think about. She watched an expression of urgency race across Nick's features. He really seemed to be looking forward to having her suck him off. What could it hurt? She was not looking forward to drinking cum again, but her body was painfully hungry. She was willing to submit to this if it meant that a good hard fuck would follow.

  "Conner, your pick?" Nick picked up his pants and tossed them over the chair.

  "Bryn?" Conner lowered his pants. His cock was swollen and thick with veins. "Turn your arse toward me. I want to fuck that wet pussy of yours."

  Bryn turned with speed and positioned herself in front of Conner. Relief at last... Thank God!

  "You did a good job Nick." Conner chuckled. "That arse is almost uniform in color."

  Nick got up on the bed. "Almost uniform?" He sat back on his heels in front of Bryn. "I'll get it right next time."

  Bryn glared at Nick. "Next time?"

  Nick lifted her chin. "That's enough out of you. Open your mouth, sweetheart, and give me your wicked little tongue."

  Bryn narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth. Nick slid into her mouth, and then surged down her throat before she could stop him. She gagged a little and pulled back, but was stopped by his hand in her hair.

  "No, no, sweetheart, you are not going anywhere." He pulled back a little to let her breathe. "Suck me little girl. Show me what you got."

  Bryn tightened her lips and used her tongue to taste and explore.

  "Oh yes..." Nick sighed then hissed. "Conner, I'm going to fucking blow right damn quick."

  Bryn felt Conner's cool hands on her warm butt, spreading her cheeks. A shiver shook her.

  "Give me a moment, please. Her arse is nice and warm."

  Bryn felt the head of Conner's cock rub against her aching and moist opening, then he pressed for entry. Her body opened and he slid in. Thick, hot, hard... She moaned around Nick's cock. Conner's hands cupped her hips.

  "Oh yes..." Conner sighed, pulled back a little then thrust, hard.

  Bryn was shoved toward Nick and swallowed more of him then she planned to.

  "Oh, that was nice!" Nick groaned. "She took me to the balls. Do that again, Conner."

  "Anything..." Conner shoved in, rocking Bryn forward. "To oblige."

  Bryn took Nick deep into her throat and let a small sound of dismay escape.

  Conner groaned. "I'm sorry, but I really need to fuck..." He pulled back and proceeded to hammer into Bryn. The sounds of wet flesh striking wet flesh, groans of masculine hunger, and wet mouth suction filled the small room.

  Delicious and ruthless pleasure coiled tightly within Bryn's core. She shoved back against Conner's merciless plunges, greedily encouraging her body's climb to orgasm. The leading edge of climax rose and beckoned. A fine trembling shook her thighs. She clutched the blankets with whitening knuckles.

  A slap branded Bryn's ass. She gasped as climax slid back and out of reach on a wave of stinging hurt.

  "Nice try." Conner chuckled. "But you are not allowed to cum until I tell you. You are being punished, remember?"

  Bryn groaned in disappointment.

  Nick scowled. "Damn, I missed that..."

  "Enjoy yourself, I am paying close attention." Conner took her firmly by the hips and thrust in earnest, pistoning and grinding into her body. He took a harsh breath. "Are you nearly there?"

  "Oh yeah..." Nick grunted. "In fact, I'm..." He sucked in a breath and threw back his head. "Fuck!" He thrust deep into Bryn's throat, using his hold on her hair to hold himself there.

  Bryn's throat closed tightly around Nick's cock. She couldn't breathe! Bryn felt Nick's cock pulse on her tongue and in her throat. Warm clots of his cum filled her throat.

  "Good, so am I..." Conner thrust hard, then again, forcing Nick's cock deeper down her throat.

  Bryn swallowed out of sheer self-preservation. Conner's cock pulsed in her cunt, and she heard his heart-felt groan.

  Nick gasped. "She's taken it." He slid back and groaned. "Fuck me hard and wet..." He sat back on his heels, and his cock slid from Bryn's mouth. He grinned. "I just love the look of my cock in your mouth. Lick it clean babe."

  "Well now, I feel better." Conner pulled from her body. "How about you?"

  Bryn stroked Nick's cock clean with her lips and tongue while Conner's cum slid, warm and wet down her thigh.

  Nick stared down at Bryn's busy tongue. "I feel much better, now that the pressure in my balls is gone."

  Bryn sat back on her heels and wiped her hand over her tender lips. She slanted a narrowed look up at Nick. She was thrilled somebody was feeling less pressure. She was sitting right on the vicious edge of an explosion that was going nowhere fast. If they didn't let her cum soon, she was going to kill them, both. Slowly and painfully...

  "All right then."

  Bryn turned on the bed to see Conner pulling on his trousers.

  Conner gave her a small smile and tucked in his shirt. "Time to tell you what happens next."

  Bryn blinked. "Next?"

  "Yes." Conner nodded. "Now that you've been exposed to our kind, you'll need protection." He fastened his belt.

  "Protection?" Bryn turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. "Me?"

  "Yeah, you." Nick eased from the bed. "From a certain piss-ant vampire and his brothers." He grabbed his pants from the chair, and stepped into them. "So, how do you feel about Colorado?"

  Conner raised a brow at Nick. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." He gave Bryn a tight smile. "The problem we are facing, is that we were hoping to hide your existence from the others of our kind..."

  Bryn frowned. "You mean vampires? There are more of you?"

  Nick snorted. "Too fucking many of us."

  Conner sighed. "I'm afraid that most of Hollywood is littered with our kind. And now that Boyd
Ransom knows about you, you can be assured that all four of his brothers will know by sunset."

  "Not one of them can keep their mouths shut." Nick scowled. "So, the rest of the leeches and vultures in the movie industry will know by tomorrow night."

  Conner nodded. "One call to your publisher will have a fleet of cars at your home address Monday morning waiting to collect you."

  Bryn's mouth fell open. "My publisher wouldn't - "

  "That's where you are wrong, little girl." Nick picked up his ash gray coat from the bed. "Not one book publisher out there is going to tell a top actor 'no'. They'll hand over their own souls for a chance to get a movie contract."

  Conner shrugged into his long black coat. "Which means that you are out of time, and options." He set his black fedora on his head. "So you will need to come and stay with us."

  Bryn looked from one to the other. "Stay with you? For how long?"

  Conner shrugged. "Indefinitely, I suppose..."

  "But I have to go home!" Bryn stood up. "My cat, my job, my things... I can't just abandon it all!"

  Conner smiled gently. "Oh it's not as bad as all that. We'll have a truck sent to your house to pack up your things then ship them to my property in Colorado."

  Bryn's hands gripped the blankets. "I live in an apartment."

  Conner nodded. "Good. That will make things far simpler."

  Bryn bit her lip. "But my job!"

  Nick snorted. "Oh, you won't need that. You'll be staying with Conner and me. We'll take care of the roof over your head, so you'll have all the time in the world to write your books."

  "But I have a home, I have a life!" Desperation made Bryn's heart pound.

  Conner gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid your days as a free agent are over."

  Bryn shook her head. "No. I won't give up my life, you can't make me..."

  Nick gave her a narrowed glance. "Don't even think about running."

  Conner walked over and set his hands on Bryn's shoulders. "If you try to go anywhere without one of us with you, the others will have you tossed into the back of a car before you know they're even there..."

  "Are you talking kidnapping? They'll kidnap me?"

  Nick curled his lip. "To be passed around from vampire to vampire until every drop of creativity is raped and drained from your soul. They won't go as far as killing you, but you will wish they had."