So Good at Being Bad
Starring Penny and Brax from Frost Bite
Six months ago...
It was dark when they went out. Naturally dark, the darkness of a Christmas morning at six, when the sun is still hidden by the cold gray skies that linger in the mountains.
“I didn’t bring them anything.” Brax tugged his coat tighter around his body—his warm, strong body. He felt like he could run straight up the side of Everest without stopping, and he’d carry Penny all the way.
Penny patted a silver snowflake into place on the collar of her pink turtleneck. “Mom gave me this pin last year. She’ll be thrilled I’m finally wearing it—and what do you mean you didn’t bring anything? You’re bringing me, and you saved their house, their lives, their daughter...”
“They’re not going to know that! Are you sure we should be there this early?” Brax hesitated before climbing into his car.
“It’s tradition. We’re not allowed to open the stockings until 6:05 on Christmas morning,” Penny giggled. “The rule was that we couldn’t wake our parents up until six, and it took five minutes of pulling and pleading to get them both out of bed and downstairs, so—”
“So the 6:05 present party was born.”
“They didn’t get you anything, either,” Penny pointed out, snuggling into the passenger seat and huddling into her coat.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to just drop you off and stay in the car? Or I can come back.”
Penny looked at him with one eyebrow raised in warning. “I still have a stake in my purse. Do I need to get it out and use it?”
Brax was suddenly assaulted with very naughty images of Penny using the stake in very creative ways—wrapped in latex and worn down to a perfect smooth dome instead of a point, rubbing it against his cock, inserting it in her pretty pussy while he was in her backside, his fangs buried in her neck.
“I wanna go back to the apartment,” he demanded suddenly.
“Brax! Sit down. I would never really hurt you, you know that.” Penny bit her lip. “I... I love you, remember?”
“I remember. That’s why I wanna go back inside. I’m a good vamp, but I’m a very depraved man. Later on, can I show you a few little ways to use that stake on a vampire—in a non-deadly way?”
Penny’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flamed. “O-on you?”
“If you have other toys that are safer, yet stake-shaped, I’d be happy to share, so we can both be nice and full while I’m fucking you through the mattress, darling.”
Penny swallowed hard. “We can get some?”
Brax nodded, fingers flexing on the wheel.
“Okay. I’m tryin’ to be good. Tryin’ not to think about how badly I’ll be wanting to sneak you into the bathroom, or your old bedroom, or the linen closet, and bend you over and put my cock inside of you—or just bend you over and lick your sweet little slit until you feed me your juices again. ”
Penny’s knees jumped and knocked together. Her breath was fogging up the cold interior of his car. “Stop it,” she whispered, but her scent was screaming that she’d much prefer he keep going.
“Oh, but honey,” he purred, “you own me. I’m your very own vampire. If you have me out of the house all day and I can’t bite you, you’ll have to give me my other favorite food. Penny Pussy.”
Penny suddenly jerked her head towards him. “You are so bad. Very, very bad.”
Brax smirked and cranked up the heat. “I’ve got a thousand ways you can punish me later, lover.”
THE PRESENT...
For a vampire who is currently gainfully employed as an ER phlebotomist (a professional blood-sucker, how funny is that?), Brax isn’t good at saving money.
I shouldn’t complain, though, because all the money is spent on me.
Like this hotel room. And the little silky black bag he dangles from one curved alabaster finger. “This isn’t jewelry, is it?”
Brax’s face falls. “Oh. No. It isn’t.”
God, he’s trying so hard to be good to his little human girlfriend. Me. “I was kidding, Brax! I don’t need jewelry—I need just what you’ve given me, a vacation, a place far from annoying neighbors.”
“At least the witch wannabe who was too stupid not to try a spell sent via an anonymous text moved out.”
I swing the black bag on my finger, now, after taking it from his grasp. “I kinda miss the occasional talking mouse.”
“But not the noisy neighbors?”
“You’re the noisy neighbor,” I point out.
Brax licks his lips. My heart tenses up.
He’s going to ask me to move in. Or for us both to move out of our respective one-bedroom basement apartments. We can get a bigger place.
Although as I look out at the night sky in warm, tropical Del Dulce, Florida, I don’t think we need too much more than this little bungalow with its valiantly cranking AC, its pink palm tree curtains, and its giant bed and seashell-shaped soaking tub.
“Do you—know what’s in the bag?” Brax asks.
I try not to look disappointed. I’m not, honestly.
My body is twitching with excitement, excitement of the sort that makes Brax’s nostrils flare and step closer to me.
He wraps his arms around my waist so he can watch me open the bag and take out the smooth wooden object, so smooth it might be glass. “They make wooden sex toys?”
Brax nods. “Well, it’s borosilicate glass with a wood-grain pattern. Safer than playing with a stake—but I thought we might have a little fun. I know you’ve been aching to put a certain vampire in his place.”
I swallow. So, yes, I have had thoughts of putting bad vampires in their place—the inside of a vacuum cleaner.
But Brax is reformed, so... “I definitely want to tell you to behave, but you’re so good at being bad.
I think you want some cute little blonde human to push you to that bed and warn you that you’d better play nice or you’ll be on the receiving end of this ‘stake.’” I turn to face him, wooden toy jabbing him in the chest, down under the ribs.
Brax moans and leans down, kissing me hard. “I want to be so good for you, Pen. Do anything you want me to.”
The bag is still heavy in my hand, so I stop myself from kissing him again, knowing I’d get carried away in his arms and his embrace in seconds.
“I get the feeling you want me to do certain things for you, too?” I say, breathless as I pull out a lumpy-feeling pouch from inside the pouch.
It’s thick at the base and tapers to the tip, a series of little balls or bubbles.
“I think my princess deserves to get as good as she gives. I’ll make sure it feels amazing, Pen, or we don’t have to. We don’t have to play with any of these things, not if you don’t like it.”
His words are sweet, and I know they’re sincere, but he also knows I’d be lying if I said I just want to cuddle or play vanilla games. We’ve already been dipping farther into the dark, and it’s the only sort of badness I love about him.
Brax waits for my refusal, and when it doesn’t come, he kisses me again, harder, pushing me back to the bed this time, pushing his hand under my short denim skirt so he can reach my pussy.
“Bikini ready,” he groans lustfully when his fingers stroke the bare skin under the thong I chose.
“Brax ready,” I hiss as his finger slides inside my soaking entrance.
“I can tell that. Greedy little thing, grabbing me so hard. God, I love those muscles.”
“Then you’d better get down there and take care of them,” I order, voice suddenly sharper and colder.
Brax’s eyes twinkle with mischief when I feed into our old dynamic of vampire and hunter (well, girl who was prepared to be a hunter if he ever acted up, but was mainly just a threatening neighbor—or at least I thought he was). His eyes slowly turn red as he drops to his knees. Fangs come out.
“Bad boy,” I warn, fake stake nudging his shoulder. I’ve taken hold of it again. “No sharp stuff near the soft stuff.”
“I think you should let me. I think you might like feeling these prickling all over that pretty little pussy,” Brax licks his lips, devilishness in every gesture.
“Especially when you start getting close, Penny. You know you like to ride this mouth. The fangs turn it from a scenic drive to a thrill ride.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, eyes closed when he rips my skirt down my legs, thong tearing at the flimsy side seam. “I’m not supposed to listen to someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” Brax slurps one long lick between my legs, making it sound sloppy and obscene.
It feels too good for me to care about how raunchy it sounds when he does it again, opening me up and flicking his tongue in the pool of juice that was trapped inside.
“Someone like me?” He prompts and bites gently on my thigh when I take too long to answer.
“I love you,” I remind him, because I do. Because I love someone like him, no, just him, even if I hate his past.
“You’re not supposed to listen to the man you love...
Or his wicked monster? Because the wicked monster wants to do all sorts of depraved things to you.
” Brax swirls a finger around my clit and smiles a fangy grin at me, knowing I’m helpless to resist the pleasure, helpless to resist how good he makes me feel.
“Wh-what kind of things?”
“Well, once I make sure this pussy is perfectly pampered, I’m sure I can finish another job we started around Valentine’s Day...”
I blush and can’t form words when he goes back to licking me, his fingers inside of me now, his fangs rubbing across my soft outer lips, sending jolts of sharpness through the haze of bliss.
Around Valentine’s Day was when our talking and hinting started turning into actual practice. Fingers worked their way into my ass while he made me come on his face. I rode him hard, pinning him down at the wrists, making him obey me with just a stern word or even a pout.
Brax is the best worst thing to happen to me. He was there during the deadliest adventure of my life, and now I want him to be with me on every other adventure.
“You’re not allowed,” I suddenly say, and Brax freezes.
His whole demeanor shifts with a single sentence, and I love him so much more for the way the goodness shines through. “Okay, it was only a thought, love. I—”