Bound Series Trilogy: A Fantasy Reverse Harem

by Eve Newton

  “To your liking?” the Devil asks.

  “Yes, thank you,” I reply politely, “err, sir?” I have no idea what to call him. ‘The Devil’ seems a bit gauche.

  He snickers slightly. “You may call me Luc,” he says easily, his aloof air receding slightly.

  “Okay, Luke,” I say with a teasing smile, feeling like we are finally getting somewhere.

  He frowns at me. “No, Luc,” he emphasizes the pronunciation.

  “Got it, Luke,” I say again, raising my goblet to him before I take another big gulp of my blood-wine.

  “Luc!” he shouts at me, slamming his fist on the table. The twins step back at the display of temper, lowering their eyes in supplication, but I just give him a wicked smile, letting him know I’m teasing and testing him. It’s a dangerous game, but I was made to cause chaos. He made me that way, and the sooner he remembers that the better.

  “Hm,” he says again, looking completely unruffled after his strop, and picks up his goblet again.

  “Dinner is served,” a loud voice suddenly announces, and a plate of the most mouth-watering food appears before me.

  Only me.

  “You aren’t eating?” I ask.

  “I have no need,” he replies.

  “Neither do I.” I can eat in this human form, and I enjoy it, but I don’t need it to sustain my essence. “Doesn’t mean that I don’t, and it’s kind of rude to just sit there and watch me.”

  “I like to watch,” he says with a dark flash in his eyes.

  I bet you do.

  “So do I,” I say seductively, my eyes briefly going to the twin that now has her hand under his shirt. I’m all on board for a bit of fun. I haven’t had sex in forever and I’m getting quite horny watching his two sex slaves slobber all over him, while he sits there as if they aren’t catering to his every need.

  ~ CHAPTER FOUR ~

  Luc

  I don’t say anything as she takes a bite of a supremely succulent steak, cooked to perfection. The blood oozes out of it as she slices into it and she twirls her knife through the liquid. She is perfection. But of course, she is. I created her the way I wanted her.

  “I understand your disappointment,” I say eventually, breaking the silence. “But rules are rules, my dear, and quite frankly, I should have left you where you were.”

  “Why didn’t you?” she asks quietly. She looks utterly miserable as she sits there giving me doe-eyes and a sexy pout that has me staring at her lips.

  “Your talents are wasted in that cell,” I answer, just as quietly.

  “Better put to use as an Inbound Admin bitch?” she asks tartly, her attitude seemingly resurfacing as quickly as it went down.

  I laugh, enjoying her defiance. “Inbound is an integral part of the workings of Hell, Axelle. You should be proud to be a part of it.”

  “Hah,” she scoffs, her mouth full of mashed potatoes. “Sure, super proud.”

  I raise my eyebrow at her, but she is far too interested in finishing off her plate.

  “Good?” I ask her, as she shamelessly scrapes up the last morsel.

  “Very,” she says, placing her knife and fork down neatly in the middle of her plate. She looks disappointed when the plate disappears, and nothing appears in its place.

  “Time to move on,” I say, standing up and head towards a door at the back of the hall.

  I have to remain dispassionate about this next step, even though I have a desperate need to ravage her. She is truly spectacular. Her feisty attitude will serve her well for the task which she has been chosen for.

  At least, I hope so. The bitter disappointments over the centuries have left me reluctant to keep trying, but I have to. I have no choice but to do this and hope that she truly is the one.

  “Okay,” Axelle mutters and quickly stands up as well.

  I disappear through the door, leaving one of the twins to hold it open for her.

  I hear her heels clack on the stone floor as she hurries to catch up.

  She has no idea what is required of her now and she will understand nothing once this first night is over with.

  Insecurities will plague her as thoughts to my motives eat away at her. It is something that I both can’t wait to see and wish she didn’t have to suffer through at the same time.

  I stand stock-still as Yasmine starts to undress me.

  Axelle is watching this with an interested look that I know will turn to suspicion and doubt very soon.

  It always does.

  Axelle

  Once I’ve walked through the door, it bangs closed behind me and I take in a seductively lit bedroom. I don’t think for a second that it is Luc’s real bedroom. More of an entertainment area.

  I’m led to a black and red chaise longue and the twin in charge of me, strips me naked, leaving me with just my shoes on. She pushes me down and opens my legs wide as she kneels in front of me.

  A shot of lust fires through me as I am clearly on the menu for dessert. Luc is watching me with that intense stare. He is completely naked as ‘his’ twin drops to her knees and starts to work on his cock with her mouth and hands. That apparently is the cue for twin number two to get started on me. She licks me all the way up my bare slit and then flicks my clit expertly, sending a shiver through me.

  Luc keeps his gaze on me, and I cannot look away.

  I feel the twin’s fingers slide into me. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. It’s been too long.

  I notice that his gaze has dropped to my breasts, so I pinch my nipples roughly. Luc’s eyes go darker as he watches my nipples tighten. His dark eyes go back to mine quickly. It is the only sign on his face that he is seemingly more turned on by my actions than the fact that he is receiving a blow job, while watching a woman have her pussy attended to by another woman. His features are completely impassive.

  I, on the other hand, am sopping wet and as twin number two circles my clit with her tongue in a rapid motion, I cry out loudly as the wave of my orgasm tears through me. I clench around the twin’s fingers as she laps at me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I breathe, panting from the delight of my first climax in ages.

  “She is ready,” the twin says removing her mouth and fingers from me.

  She grabs my hand and tugs, causing me to stand up. She leads me over to the large, circular bed in the corner, our matching heels clacking on the cold granite floor.

  I keep my eyes on Luc, who is sporting an erection that makes my pussy twitch when I see it. I want that inside me now!

  ‘His’ twin has worked him up pretty good, but now she joins her sister on the chaise as they sit down to enjoy a bit of voyeurism. It doesn’t faze me in the least. I know I put on a good show; others should watch me; they might learn a thing or two.

  Luc motions for me to sit as he stalks towards me. I do as instructed, parking my rear on the huge bed, that I realize now is sitting on a raised platform. Luc gently pushes on my shoulders to get me to lie back and I open my legs. His cock is positioned right in front of my pussy due to the height of the bed. My arousal has gone off the charts. I can feel how wet I am, how ready I am for him to take me.

  I can’t believe my luck that I’m about to get banged by the Devil himself. This must mean something; that something bigger is going to come my way soon. He reaches for my ankles and lifts my legs up into the air. His eyes linger briefly on the pair of red Louboutin’s, before he spreads my legs wide and enters me quickly.

  I gasp in surprise. I’d expected a bit of foreplay at least, but he is all about the main event. It occurs to me belatedly, as he pounds relentlessly, yet methodically into me, that the foreplay portion of the evening was the twins’ job. They got the two of us ready for each other to have sex. It’s slightly weird, certainly not something that I have ever experienced before, but hey, I’ll just roll with it.

  Luc bangs into me, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on a spot above the bed. I start to feel the pleasure build deep within me, but I want to change position. I
want to ride his big cock while he pinches my nipples. I want to wrap my tongue around his as we come together.

  He is clearly not into that though. He has minimal body contact with me, his hands on my ankles and his cock in my pussy, are the only contact he has with me. I wiggle slightly to get his cock to press on my sensitive G-spot. His hands tighten on my ankles, almost warning me to stay still. He speeds up, almost as if he is desperate to get this over with, but it works for me. I feel my clit twitch and then I cry out as I clench around him, milking him forcefully.

  “Oh, yes,” I moan, hoping for another orgasm to tear its way through me, but instead, he pulls out of me and releases my ankles.

  My feet drop heavily to the floor and I watch as he pulls on himself twice and then with his eyes closed, he shoots his cum all over my stomach.

  I gape in horror as the little splats landing on my perfectly pale skin are jet black, but quickly adjust my features as he finishes and opens his eyes. Twin number one is there with a robe for him, already slipping it over his shoulders, while ‘my’ twin is approaching me quickly with a basin and a washcloth. I wonder what the reason is for all the haste, but when I look down it becomes clear. The little puddles are moving across my skin to form a bigger puddle and it is enough to freak even me out. It’s like they are alive or something. The twin proceeds to clean me up as Luc ties the belt on his robe. He disappears through another door, with ‘his’ twin in tow, without even a look back, never mind a “that was great, see ya around.”

  “What the fuck?” I ask the twin that has been assigned to me, but all I get is the same disinterested look and my dress handed back to me to put on. The twin heads through the same door the others went through, leaving me alone and confused.

  What in hell was that? I’d expected sex with the Devil to be an all night long, depraved affair, encompassing whips, chains and other paraphernalia that would make me scream in pleasure and pain, not the weird-ass, boring sex I’ve just experienced.

  “Whatever,” I mumble as I wiggle back into the dress. “I’m so out of here.”

  I do realize that talking to myself is the first sign of madness, but I need it to feel better about what just happened. Clearly, I’m expected to just piss off—no overnighters here, thank you—but declaring that I’m leaving of my own accord, definitely makes more of a statement.

  Even if it is just to me.

  As soon as I’ve adjusted the dress, I vanish, much like I did earlier, and appear back in the dumpy apartment in a foul mood. This has been a hellish day, and down here that is saying something.

  With a big sigh, I take off the dress and hang it back in the closet. No sooner have I done this; it disappears from sight. I’m quite glad that I don’t have to look at it anymore.

  After another shower to wash away the weirdness of my evening, I climb into bed and fall into a deep sleep, filled with dark dreams about Luc, that I can’t comprehend.

  Luc

  I watch the little Demon bitch sleep.

  She is a bit restless, but that is to be expected. I want to touch her, but I cannot have any emotional connection to her. She is so beautiful, if I do say so myself.

  I’m not usually into blondes, but Axelle’s body is most pleasing to me. I close my eyes briefly as I remember entering her earlier. She was so wet, and I wish that I could’ve enjoyed the act, but my focus had been elsewhere. It had to be for this to work.

  Axelle kicks off the covers in her slumber. My eyes go straight to her naked, perfect tits. Not too big, and not too small. Just the perfect handful I wish I could handle. But sadly, she isn’t here for my pleasure. No, I’ll have to seek that elsewhere tonight.

  I just had to come here and see for myself that she is doing okay. I’m about to put her through the ringer and her odds aren’t good, going on past occurrences.

  “I will leave you now to rest,” I whisper into the darkness of her bedroom.

  She mumbles something unintelligible in her sleep as she tosses and turns, getting tangled in the sheets. I hope that I consume her dreams; I want to be the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up. It will be easier to draw her back to my residence tonight if she wants to come. She doesn’t have a choice in the matter, but I do so prefer things to be easy. I’ve had enough demanding, drama-bitches to last me several lifetimes. I want Axelle to be different, to submit to my whims and to fall for me in a way that will make it impossible for her to fight what is to come her way.

  I sigh with regret that I have to leave her now, but the longer I stay here, the less restraint I’ll have and the last thing I can do is crawl into her bed and show her that sex with me is not the clinical mating we had engaged in earlier, but a wild, depraved event that I know she will delight in.

  If only. I sigh again and then vanish, leaving Axelle alone in her troublesome sleep.

  ~ CHAPTER FIVE ~

  Axelle

  I wake up the next morning, finding it strange to have slept again. When I’m in my true, inky black smudge form, I don’t sleep, I don’t eat, I don’t do much of anything, because I have no need to. But, as soon as I’m given a human form, all of the human behaviors lock into place as if imprinted.

  I get up and wander into the kitchen for something to eat. Everything in the kitchen is well below the standard of the delicious meal I’d been served last night, so I snub it all with a sneer. I feel a slight chill go over me and look over my shoulder, but of course there is no one there.

  I shake my head to get rid of the feeling that I’m being watched and ruminate on my encounter last night. It’d been so far beyond strange, even for my tastes. One thing I can’t deny is that it had been worth it. Not the sex, that’d been just plain boring, but the experience of it. I’m not naïve enough to assume that I’m special because I’d banged the Devil. He no doubt takes a new bitch, or three, every night, but there’d been something about it that I can’t quite put my finger on. Had it been a crazy night of euphoric animal sex, I wouldn’t be so inclined to think it would ever happen again. The fact that it was so dispassionate and boring, to the point of being clinical, that makes my brain work overtime to figure it out. I’m sure that he is going to invite me back and that, I’m certain, is a little bit special.

  With a renewed sense of vigor, I shower and get dressed for work in my dull, gray, skirt suit and sensible heels, taking on all the mores of human existence, and off I go.

  I find the escalator that takes me straight down to my “office”. Once I’ve settled on the uncomfortable stool, the red light goes off immediately to tell me there is a Reaper waiting for me with a soul to book in.

  I open the little door, glad that I have something to do right away, and find myself face-to-face with a rather attractive Reaper—if it weren’t for the sneer on his face. I sneer back, giving as good as I get, as the Reaper practically throws his scroll at me, pulling his hood further forward.

  I catch the scroll, unroll it, and take in the information.

  Male – check.

  I give the soul a once-over to determine their temperament and check the ‘terrified’ box with a smile. I do so love a good, fearful soul.

  My eyes scan down the page to where I’m supposed to sign and stamp it, when I catch the name of the Reaper.

  “Evan?” I scoff before I can stop myself. “What kind of a Reaper name is that?”

  Evan-the-Reaper glares at me and pushes back his hood again, to reveal his chestnut brown hair, and his sneer deepens taking me in with a scathing, brown-eyed look. “What kind of Admin bitch name is Axel?” he asks scornfully.

  I gape at him and then at my name badge. I pin his eyes angrily as I spit out, “It’s Axelle. Rhymes with gazelle.”

  “Well, Axelle-rhymes-with-gazelle, sign the fucking scroll so I can get out of here. I have a job to do,” Evan barks.

  Thoroughly pissed off now, I scrawl my name across the bottom of the scroll and stamp it with enough force to shake the small desk. I stuff it into the slot and slam the door in Eva
n’s face.

  What a jerk.

  I have a job to do as well, even though it sucks on a huge level, especially when I have jerky Reapers to deal with.

  Almost immediately the red light lights up again and I yank the door open. It had better not be Evan back to piss me off.

  It’s not. It’s another taciturn Reaper, that I haven’t seen before, with a rather amused soul.

  I jealously check the ‘amused’ box, sign and stamp the scroll, and away it goes to Assignments. That lucky bastard will probably be back on Earth soon in a really cushy position. A thought occurs to me that I can still cause a bit of chaos and mayhem in this job and it will probably make it more interesting. If I just start ticking the wrong boxes, the souls will be generated into Demonic essences and then sent all over the place to assignments that they aren’t suited for. I chuckle as I think of all the screw-ups that would happen and it cheers me up slightly. Besides, why should all of these amused newbies get to go back out when I’m stuck here in this crappy job?

  “Don’t even think about it,” a voice booms out behind me, making me jump. I spin to see Roberta looming over me. “What you tick on that scroll affects everyone, even you. Don’t make me stand over you like some kind of baby-sitter.”

  The thought of spending the entire day with Roberta hovering over my shoulder makes me rethink my devious plan.

  Nodding, I mutter, “Understood.”

  How did that enormous wench even know what I’d been thinking? Or am I that transparently miserable and with my reputation as a havoc-wreaker, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together? Yeah, it is probably that and not some Hellish power that I can only dream of having access to.

  Roberta nods fiercely and vanishes. I barely have time to turn back around, when the light goes on again.