Seducing the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  “Thank you.”

  “Mm-hm.” Damian stood stone still in her embrace. “I’ll take the throne in a matter of days. We’re going to the palace today for another ritual.”

  “We?” She peeked up from under his chin.

  “Yes, you’re coming with me. Consider changing your clothes.”

  Haley nodded. Her hug was obviously making him uncomfortable. She let go of him and backed away. Exuberantly free without the dreadful collar, she picked up a plump strawberry from the table. Something inside wouldn’t let her get too excited about the possibility of Damian keeping his word, but she had her powers back. Her hand rested loosely at the base of her neck as she dipped the fruit into some delectable cream sauce and took a bite.

  “Is your father going to be there?” Her stomach clenched at the idea of coming face to face with Lucifer.

  “Possibly. Not likely though, he hasn’t been present for any of the rituals so far.” Damian took the chair he’d used to put her over his knee and pushed it back toward the side of the lengthy table. He sat down in front of a plate of eggs.

  A ripple of sensation returned to her sex in remembrance of his spanking. She slid onto the table, sitting just next to his plate, and continued eating her strawberry. Damian kept his eyes on his plate as she crossed her legs.

  “Is your father as nice as you are?”

  He snorted and picked up a crystal goblet. “You think I’m nice? I just spanked you.”

  A smile spread across her lips, and she reached backward for a handful of grapes. “I sort of had it coming.”

  He pushed his plate to the side, looking at her intently. He took hold of her hips and shifted her over until she was in front of him.

  Her gaze sharpened. Chewing on her grape, she reluctantly let her crossed ankles rest on the side of his leg.

  “You liked it.” He uncrossed her bare legs, moving her black patent heel across his lap. She kept her knees close together, though both heels rested at either side of him.

  “I didn’t.” Haley swallowed, turning away from his searing gaze, and set the rest of her grapes on a stray plate.

  “Don’t lie to me. I saw your thoughts.”

  “Why would I like that?” Her breathing slowed as his hands went to her knees.

  “Probably because you knew you were a naughty little girl and needed a spanking.” He slowly spread her legs apart. “You did try to cut off my balls.”

  “I wasn’t going to actually do it,” she whispered under her breath, staring down into his luminous eyes as he opened her legs wider.

  “You wore this to distract me?” He slid his hand along her inner thigh, and she grew wet with anticipation.

  “Yes.”

  “But not so I would tear it off you.”

  She shook her head.

  “So you’re a tease.”

  Haley took a deep breath, betrayed by her hips, moving forward in want of his touch. He hooked his fingers into her wet panties, jerking her toward him, and she sat at the edge of the table, her legs spread wide.

  His masculine knuckles brushed against her heated pussy. “Answer me.”

  “Yes.” She stared at him with a hooded gaze. “I’m a tease.”

  “I think I’ll punish you for being such a little cock-tease.”

  Her pulse shot up. “No…”

  “Lie back on the table.” His voice went cold, and Haley couldn’t breathe in the tight corset, frozen.

  “You said you would obey me, witch.” He softened his tone, though it still sounded deadly. “Are you going back on your word?”

  “No.” Shaking, she did as he commanded, leaning backward until her back touched the wooden table.

  “Good girl.” He stood up between her thighs and let go of her underwear, continuing in a raw voice. “Show me your pussy.”

  Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, chills spreading over her skin as she tugged her panties to the side and widened her legs. She could feel his intense gaze on her bare sex.

  “Open it for me.”

  Her cheeks ran hot as she pulled her tender lips apart, showing him the slick moisture on her clitoris. It thudded with hunger in her painfully exposed position, heatedly craving any stimulation.

  Damian took her wrists and stretched her arms over her head. “I like your hands up here. Don’t move them, understand?” She nodded, clutching her hands into fists as she struggled to keep them in place above her.

  With demanding fingers, he pulled open the ribbon closures along the front of her black corset, tearing the straps apart at her shoulders and slid it out from under her. Her nipples hardened instantly at their exposure. He rudely stripped away her skimpy panties, ripping the flimsy fabric from her open legs. Haley curled her fingers over the edge of the table above her, her face burning as she displayed her naked body for him.

  Her heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Damian dipped his fingers into the bowl of sweet cream on the table and spread it onto her taut nipples. She gasped at the cold sensation. He ran his fingers over her pussy, and the chilled cream trickled down her flesh, mingling with her own fluids.

  Haley pursed her lips when he started to suck on her breast. She craved his mouth at the dripping cream between her legs, almost lifting her hips off the table with need.

  His rough mouth left her nipple plump and sore, and he gently grasped her hurting breast, mindlessly holding it while he picked up a spear of cantaloupe. Damian watched her face as he slowly inserted it inside her, working it in and out of her, and dragged the tip of it upward, running it over her clit, covered in the syrupy cream. He took a bite of the melon before sitting down in the chair.

  Haley couldn’t hold in her cry when his tongue raked over her. He seemed motivated by her outburst, shoving the bitten melon back inside of her, and feasted on the sugary coating over her sex, licking her deeply.

  “Oh, please. Please…” Her thoughts cried out to him as he licked her clean. She almost shrieked when he pulled his mouth away, leaving her writhing.

  Damian pulled the cantaloupe out of her and put it in his mouth, chewing it while he stood. He squeezed an orange slice over her stomach, dripping the juice along her skin and onto her needy pussy. Her toes curled in her shoes, and she gripped the table in desperation as Damian kissed and sucked at her soft stomach, lapping up the juice. She quivered under him, shrinking into the table as his tongue dragged over her scarred skin, sending a shiver of revulsion through her, and her hand fell to her side to cover herself.

  He caught her wrist and pressed it firmly to the table just over her head. His mouth went to her other breast. He suckled at her candied nipple, devouring the vulnerable pink flesh, and the sensation flowed down to her achingly neglected clit.

  Damian tasted along the plump side of her breast and let his greedy tongue wander all over her exposed body. She sighed when his hot mouth closed over her pussy, panting softly as he brought her closer and closer, licking up every last drop of juice from her clit. When he had thoroughly cleaned every part of her with his tongue, Damian abruptly stood.

  Haley shuddered. He can’t leave me like this.

  He pulled her upright on the table. “We’re leaving in a few minutes, go get dressed.”

  She forced herself to keep from flashing him a needy look, refusing to look at him at all. Her thoughts raged at him, he’d brought her so close only to deny her the divine release she craved so deeply. He’s punishing me. What a horribly awful, wonderful punishment.

  She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how strongly he’d affected her. Brimming with jittering pangs of arousal, she hopped down from the table. She worked to hide her thoughts from him as she wordlessly slipped out of the dining room.

  Dreadfully naked, wearing only a pair of high heels, Haley rushed through the mansion halls. She desperately wanted to massage herself with her fingers, to finish what Damian had so cruelly left unfinished, but decided against it. She only had a few minutes and did not want him to catc
h her in the act.

  She pulled on a tight black dress, the most modest of her options. Though it was strapless, the skirt was fuller than the rest, padded by layers of black tulle underneath. The form-fitting bodice was almost suffocating, trussing up her full breasts, exposing more cleavage than she would have liked, but it would have to do.

  Damian knocked on the door as she struggled with the zipper, breathing heavily with her hands behind her back, tightly grasping the dainty closure. She could see him in her head, standing outside the door, fully dressed now in jeans and a collared shirt, the sleeves rolled to the elbows. With her powers back in full force, she could sense his energy in her thoughts and successfully closed him out of her head.

  Her victory didn’t last. He bypassed her mental blockades and spoke directly into her mind. “Finish yourself off quickly, Haley, it’s time to leave.”

  High-strung, gripped with sexual frustration, she gasped and pulled open the rich wooden door. “Finish?”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Damian looked down at her black satin dress, loosely holding in her half-exposed breasts while she held it closed with one hand at her back. He had heard her panting breaths on the other side of the door and pictured her touching herself. His assumption was all but confirmed when she’d promptly pushed him out of her thoughts. “Do you need help?”

  Haley took a heavy breath. “Yes, please.”

  Damian moved around to her back. He ran his thumb along her bare skin before pulling up the zipper so that the dress was tightly snug around her middle. It billowed out into a bouncy skirt that stopped just below her backside, and he fought the urge to lift it and see what kind of panties she was wearing.

  “Ready?” he muttered, still studying the bottom of her skirt from behind, his cock lengthening at the sight of her shapely legs and black high heels.

  “Yes.”

  He slid his fingers around her elbow, moving beside her to lead her to the door.

  She stopped. “Wait, I forgot…”

  Sweeping past him, she hurried to the armoire against the wall. She snatched a bundle of transparent black lace from a drawer, then carefully stepped her stilettos through it and pulled the panties up her thighs. They dipped low in the back, leaving her firm backside only halfway covered with sheer lace, and tied into a ribbon bow above the sexy cutout. Damian sat down on the bed, staring at her as she held up her skirt in the back, working to properly tie the bow.

  Haley glanced over at him with a little smile. “Can you help me, please?”

  He ran his hand along his rugged jawline, eyeing her with his head tilted to the side, and stood up. Haley let the black ribbons fall freely, holding her dress high above her hips. Damian stood behind her, his cock pumping with rolling desire as he gently took hold of the flimsy ribbons and tied them together just under the dimples on her lower back. The bow hung over her practically bare ass, and his palm itched to grasp it firmly.

  Clenching his hand into a tight fist, Damian turned for the hallway without a word. He wouldn’t be able to make it through the day without spanking her again, not after seeing what was underneath her dress. She was almost begging him for it anyway.

  Haley followed close behind him, her heels tapping softly on the marble as they went through the foyer.

  He opened the massive black door at the mansion’s entrance and ushered her outside. His dragon rested on the charcoal ground nearby and came to attention upon seeing him approach. Haley stared at the mighty reptile with wide eyes. Damian continued guiding her toward the dragon with his hand against her lower back.

  Her steps slowed the closer they got, and the dragon seemed to notice her agitation, its pupils dilating as it licked its forked tongue over its snout. Damian slid his palm around hers, gently tugging her along.

  “You’ve ridden him before.”

  With a tiny nod, she let him pull her forward.

  He climbed onto the dragon’s back and lifted her up so that she faced him. Her expression vulnerable, she brought her leg over the neck.

  Damian slid her closer in a sudden motion, and she gasped at the friction of the rough reptilian hide between her legs. He held her to his chest as the beast gained speed. She rested against him, closing her eyes to the swirling black clouds in the red sky around them.

  “Did you touch yourself?” His voice was muffled by the sound of the dragon’s wings.

  She looked up at him with a stern expression. “No.”

  “Good. I don’t want you to. In fact, you’re not allowed to.”

  Haley raised her eyebrows. Her thoughts raged with the urge to reach under her skirt and willfully disobey him right in the middle of the sky. “Why not?”

  He tried to hide his smirk. “I’m the only one allowed to touch your pussy today.”

  “But you didn’t let me come…”

  “That’s because you were being a little cock-tease. I needed to punish you.”

  “Punish me all you like. Your cock will remain untouched.” Her cheeks blushed scarlet red. “I like being a cock-tease.”

  He seethed out a breath. “You are gonna regret saying that.”

  Haley chewed on her bottom lip. “You’re probably right.” She pressed her face against him.

  When the dragon landed, she looked up at the grand entrance to the palace made of dark stone and looming towers. It was impossible to take in the ominous structure all at once, and she stared in awe.

  He jumped down onto the hard black gravel. He took hold of her waist and helped her to the ground. She moved with reluctance on the way to the ornately detailed iron door, holding tightly to his bicep. A seven-foot tall demon guarded the door, extra limbs protruding from its torso, clad in black armor.

  “Welcome home, Master.” The monster pulled open the heavy door.

  They walked into a wide hall that stretched on beyond comprehension, the transparent glass ceiling at least a hundred feet above them. The red sky illuminated the black floor, the moving clouds above leaving it dark in places.

  “This is your home?” Her voice was barely a whisper, breaking the silence of the empty space. Her fingertips bit into his arm as they walked deeper into the evil palace, surrounded on either side by floor-to-ceiling murals depicting devilish creatures eating each other and bloody torture scenes.

  “This is where I grew up.”

  Haley glanced away from the giant demonic statues. “You were a…child…once?”

  “Yes.”

  “Here?” She sounded mortified.

  “Master.” A scratchy voice spoke up behind them, and he turned as a hobbling creature shuffled toward them. “The high priests are ready for you in the dining hall, breakfast is waiting.”

  “I already had breakfast, I’ll meet with them after, and we can begin the ritual.”

  “Excellent, Master. A pleasure to serve you.” The demon bowed his head as he retreated.

  Damian kept walking down the hall, and the giant space curved slightly, branching off into multiple pathways. He pulled her toward a stairway made of blackened stone, and she kept her eyes trained downward as they passed between the two demons guarding the bottom of the stairs.

  “Master.” They regarded him with bowed heads as he ascended the staircase.

  She clutched his arm as they moved down a smaller hall lined with several doorways. He stopped at the door with a twisted iron handle.

  Haley loosened her hold on him as she stepped into the large room, lit by burning black candles on either side of his bed. Snarling faces were carved into the headboard of the ancient bed frame, looking down on the black silken bedding. His red Les Paul guitar leaned against the wall, the only stab of color in his gloomy bedroom.

  She jumped at the sound of the creaking door latch, and he dropped the iron lock securely into place. She shivered as he brushed past her, heading toward his desk at the corner of the room.

  “My cock will remain untouched.” He grasped the heavy chair from behind the gnarled desk and easily swiveled it to t
he middle of the dark chamber. “Is that what you said?”

  Haley wrapped her arms around herself as he took a seat in the chair.

  “Well.” He eyed her, and she swallowed.

  “Yes.”

  His elbow rested on his knee, and he ran his palm along his chin as he studied her hourglass shape. “That deserves a spanking, Haley.”

  Her eyes glittered at him, and she clutched her arms across her stomach, her body twitching.

  He beckoned her with his finger and let it fall back to his lap. He shifted in his chair to better accommodate the bulging organ in his jeans.

  Her knees trembling, she stood in place for a few moments, then slid her gaze away as she took a step forward and slowly approached him.

  She delicately bent across his lap, and he lifted the folds of black fabric, pulling back the satin and tulle until her lacy panties came into view.

  He fingered the little black bow he’d tied himself and glided his palm over the lovely mixture of transparent lace and supple skin. Her legs dangled at his side, and she opened her thighs a little over his lap. He couldn’t help but slide his hand into the cutout in her panties, bringing his fingers down to her pussy, wet with arousal. As he rubbed his rough fingertips along her clit, her limbs melted over his legs, and she spread her knees farther apart for him.

  He dragged his thumb through her sexy ass and circled the tender little spot of flesh while his fingers massaged her warm pussy.

  Sudden flashbacks of Raden’s chambers filled her thoughts as she remembered squeezing her eyes shut, sending her mind to another place while Raden had violated her anally.

  At the sight of his uncle in her mind, Damian immediately took his thumb away, his lust replaced with a murderous anger. He contemplated the repercussions of executing his own uncle after taking the throne.

  He wanted to make her forget the memories, rubbing her clit deeply, and swirled his thumb around her opening instead. His fingers found their way inside her, and she moaned quietly at the floor, “Oh, please. Please don’t stop touching me…”

  As his fingers sank into her tight flesh, he groaned in frustration. God, he wished it was his cock. Her tempting little body lay over his painful erection, and he hadn’t come at all since he’d first laid eyes on her. His balls were agonizingly sore from lack of release, not to mention her rough treatment of them, and the teasing games she played with him.