Demon Twins 2
Vice's Domination
Divorced and full-figured Claudia Slater is a Texas woman in need of sexual healing. On arriving in Scotland, after undergoing a bizarre interrogation, she is led down the path of BDSM, voyeurism, and strange folklore. Why does Vice Kenna have such power over her mind and body? With the help of Troy McBride and Neil Travis, the dashing friends of Vice and in kilts no less, she will reveal all his dark secrets.
Vice Kenna has a very real, very physical problem. Since unleashing the demon within him, having women obey his every command has gotten old. He must find one who will submit to him willingly or he faces a lifetime of impotency. The intriguing new arrival is certainly enticing in her cowboy boots, dusty jeans, and attitude to match. But what will she say about his demon blood? And can he refrain from tainting her with his dark domination?
Genre: BDSM, Fantasy, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 21,787 words
VICE’S DOMINATION
Demon Twins 2
Vin Stephens
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VICE’S DOMINATION
Demon Twins 2
VIN STEPHENS
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
The dark command went out as clearly as though he’d spoken aloud. He hadn’t, of course. Only the recipient, the glassy-eyed, curvaceous brunette sprawled out invitingly naked on the bed could hear him. “When I leave, ye willnae recall me and what has transpired here. Ye will awaken to an insatiable need for yon mon’s cock.” The thick Scottish brogue he sent into her mind was low but stern enough to bode no disobedience. This unnatural ability had once brought him such paramount bliss. Now it was simply a key that opened doors to rooms he could glimpse into but never enter.
Gently he pulled the thin bed covering over her semi-aroused nipples. Her eyelids drifted shut, and her lush lashes fluttered daintily, marking the beginning of her dreams. Her release from this sin was so easy. His was inescapable. Turning to the doorway, he caught his friend’s expectant clear-blue eyes. With nothing more reassuring than a dispassionate shake of his head to offer, he returned his attention to the slumbering beauty. She possessed a body that screamed for the touch of a man, and yet his cock had remained as flaccid as damn panty hose.
His hand sought out the piece of silver in his pocket. As his fingers curled around the amulet, heating the cold metal instantly with his unrelenting clutch, he fought the urge to pull it around his neck. Deliverance. He needed so much more. He was a demon masquerading as a mere man. Every sexual assignation now ended on this ritual. Seduction, foreplay, and then nothing. He had become as cold and unfeeling as the silver in his hand.
His mother had been right. And he’d callously severed the band of protection she’d placed on him when he’d removed the protective talisman she’d made especially for him and his twin sister. The dormant power of his demonic father within had been too great to control. It had swallowed him whole, chewed him alive, and spat him out an empty shell.
“Vice?” his friend whispered directly behind him.
“I felt nothing, Neil. Not even a twitch in my cock, although my mind was screaming in pure need.” The drop from the heights of his dominant reign had been sudden. As a teen, he’d fucked drop-dead-gorgeous, model-figured college graduates. By the time he’d entered his twenties, his hunger had expanded to encompass more full-figured, mature women. Midtwenties had seen his sexual exploits darken as his targets became those beyond his reach. He preyed on married women simply because they posed a greater challenge. He fucked them simply because he could. All he had to do was issue his sweetly inviting whisper laced with rich Scottish brogue into their mind, and they’d spread their legs wantonly for him.
But thirty had been the turning point in his life. To him it had signified nothing less than a drawn-out death as slow as a pinprick puncture. His body continued to crave. The women still flocked. But, like Giuseppe, he began to long for something more from the mindless mannequins he dangled from strings. The puppeteer now wished for a woman who came to him willingly, chose to do so of her own free will, instead of responding to the demon’s call he issued in her head. He wanted to feel life in the woman he thrust into. It had been over a year wasted in this search for that one special lady who was immune to his dark mesmerism, if she even existed. It had been just as long since his cock had risen. And it was fucking driving him insane.
; Neil’s slender fingers touched his shoulder sympathetically. “We’ll figure this out, Vice. Don’t give up yet. You were only fourteen when the power seized control of you. It took time to get to this point, and it will take time to break its hold on you.”
Not time, greed. He’d been overcome by lust. The craving had never ceased no matter how much he fed the thirst in his loins. It grew. Inevitably it consumed him. He’d feasted on women as though they were his life’s sustenance, choosing, using, and discarding them as though they were toys. But now he needed just one woman to feed life back into him. Returning the talisman to its place around his throat would smother and suppress the dark power strumming within him. It would maybe make him wholly a man once again, and yet the devil within raged against such a course. Once again he found himself waging war on himself, man against the beast. The reigning champion monster rejoiced as his empty hand left his pocket. “Her husband should be back soon. Best we leave now.”
Neil glanced at his watch and nodded. “We’ll make it just in time for the interview. Maybe there will be hope there.”
His friends, Neil and Troy, kept parading women before him, hoping one would trigger his hanging dick. So far their efforts had been in vain. They at least managed to get a good screw out of the whole affair while his cock remained as stoically limp and lifeless as the ladies he’d once bent to his will. It was fucking just punishment for the perverse way he’d treated the fairer sex.
* * * *
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Claudia Slater pulled against the collars of her shirt threatening to strangle her as she listened with partial attention to the wheezy voice that droned on. Blah! Blah! Blah! The heel of her boot thumped nervously as she scanned the tiny room once again. Nothing had changed in the five minutes since her last perusal. Each and every woman here was dressed in fancy little dresses and balanced on tiny pencil heels. Great big posies perched atop twin slender reeds. But it was not their apparel that disturbed her over much. It was their bodies. Agewise they just about matched her close-to-half-a-century existence, but they had obviously not been quite as lax about their physical appearance as she’d been. Although they could never be labeled bottle-figured women, the mass they carried was definitely not flab. Shit. She could not help but look down at herself in disgust.
Damn Reggie. This was his fault. She wanted to kick him in his fat ass for what he’d done to her. While she’d been slaving, cooking, and taking care of two kids on their Texas ranch, he’d been feeling up more than horse legs and cattle rumps. Well, she’d sure giving the cheating bastard a swift kick out the door. And with him went twenty-five years of her married life. It hadn’t taken long for her to decide she couldn’t sit around and wait for him to settle half of their matrimonial assets on her. The stingy miser would have dragged this out in the courts for the rest of her life. And she damn sure wasn’t going to waste another minute of her life on him, so she’d packed her bags and left the ranch, dirt poor but ready to take on the world.
The world, however, seemed reluctant to take her on. So what if she was past her prime agewise, and a tad overweight? She was a damn fine worker and made of good, sturdy stock. Not that anyone had been willing to test the theory. It was her desperation to feel wanted that had led her to the Serpent of Eden, a club that catered to everyone’s sexual needs irrespective of their shape, size, or advanced age.
The first step into that place had been like the turning of the luck tide for her. Lady Fortune had sought her out, except her name was actually Sin Collins. Sin had given her a decent-paying job. But the enigmatic Sin had had an ulterior motive—matchmaking. And she’d been just about as subtle as a tiptoeing elephant. Her constant whining, like a buzzing mosquito in her ear, about her twin brother, Vice Kenna, and his ability to restore a woman’s flagging libido had finally stirred Claudia’s interest. So here she was, in a rustic inn on the outskirts of a remote Scottish village, on a trip paid for by the generosity of Sin. But things were not going as easily as she had anticipated. For one thing, no one had mentioned she would have to compete for the man’s attention.
She cocked her ears once again as the portly man before them continued in his irritating nasal voice. “And so you see, before Mr. Kenna can come in and choose one of you, it is incumbent that the strict requirements be met.”
Claudia could just about guess what he would demand. No venereal diseases. No nasty habits like spitting and weeping. Snoring.
“You must all be over the age of forty. Anyone who does not fit the bill should leave now.”
Claudia rolled her eyes at the wooden ceiling. Well, she’d certainly been stumped. She’d flown half way across the world for her age to finally be acceptable.
With a short, stubby finger, the man pushed his spectacles up his nose. “You should all be above average weight.” He perused their small group before grunting his approval. “I see we have no problems there.”
What kind of insane requirements were these? If Vice Kenna was Sin’s twin, then the man should be in his early thirties. Was he looking for a nanny? Her hefty bosom heaved as she stifled her amusement.
“And finally, the most important rule, no spinsters, divorcees, or widows.”
What the hell does that leave? Claudia scowled at the man. Why didn’t he just mention they need not be human as well, for all the sense this interrogation was making.
“You must be, currently and legally bound according by laws of your respective countries, married.”
Claudia’s jaw dropped to her chest. Married. This Vice man had such a preference for the kink of adultery that he actually interviewed women for it. She eyed the other women uncertainly. No one seemed bothered by these unorthodox standards. In all fairness, she had disqualified herself the minute she’d given Reggie the boot. Indecision waged a miniwar within her. Should she just pack her bags and return to the States? It did not sit well in her craw to lie outright. But then again there wasn’t a chance on God’s green earth this man was going to choose her. And if by some highly miraculous divine intervention he did, in fact, choose her, then he damn sure could pardon a small white lie. The bloody unscrupulous man obviously had no sense of morality and didn’t deserve her honesty. Her feet remained rooted.
“Good. Then we are ready to proceed.” He rushed to the door. “I’ll send Mr. Kenna in to make his evaluations.”
Claudia pinched the bridge of her nose as the women immediately broke out into loud chattering. On second thought, perhaps this is not such a good idea. She could just slip out while no one was paying attention. She certainly did not fit in with this bunch. As she edged stealthily toward the door, it flew open. A hushed silence filled the room.
The tall man with adorable red curls stepped in. His smile was warm and engaging as his blue eyes twinkled mischievously. “Good morning, ladies.”
Claudia frowned. Hadn’t Sin mentioned identical twin? Well, Sin had black hair and eyes. That was two solid strikes against this impostor before her. Maybe I’m in the wrong place after all.
The slender man strode forward, and in the most jovial voice, as though what he said was a common as a comment about the weather he requested, “Could you remove all your clothes?”
Well this Yankee-Doodle could ride his pony right on back to hell and stick his feather up his scrumptious-looking butt. “Kiss my fat ass.” Claudia would have even punctuated that brash statement with a smack on her layers of cellulite, except a deep, undeniably masculine voice spoke from the entrance.
“Remove your jeans, and I’ll gladly accommodate.”
Everything within Claudia stilled as her eyes shot to the newcomer at the door. Oowee! Now if that isn’t the finest specimen of raw, hot man-meat I’ve ever seen. The breath hitched in her chest. This man had to be Sin’s twin and the man she’d come seeking. Description-wise he certainly fit the bill. Oh Lordy, Vice Kenna in the flesh. His devilish dark eyes seemed to sear straight into her soul. His glossy, raven-black hair was wildly tousled and gave him a dangerous
, predatory look. He was impossibly tall, and the room became suffocating as it diminished immediately. His shoulders were deliciously wide, and his hips were enviously tapered. Tight, tan riding pants were tucked into knee-high, polished boots. Boy are those pants tight. His groin bulged. What the fuck is he packing in there? Claudia’s eyes fled the sight of his obviously well-endowed manly assets as her heart flurried in panic. Heat rushed everywhere in her body, her cheeks, the tips of her ears, her suddenly straining nipples, and her throbbing pussy. And as though that was not enough, the veins stood out on the back of his large, strong hand, which curled fiercely around a short rider’s crop. That did it. Liquid moisture flowed, and her panties were instantly soaked.
“You have a problem taking orders.” His agitation became clear as his accent changed suddenly. “Ye shouldnae come here if ye ken ye cannae follow instructions.”
Claudia’s mouth worked soundlessly. His voice had the most hypnotic quality that, in her opinion, should be reserved strictly for the bedroom. She wanted to simply do his bidding without question. The voice pulled at her like a living being within her mind, but she steadfastly stuck to her guns even if they, at present, resembled water pistols. “Perhaps if you ask politely.” Her eyes scanned the other women before she continued nervously. “Plus, I am sure the others will agree that a certain amount of privacy would also help.”
As to her complaint about politeness, he surprised her when he acquiesced in an admirably dignified manner. “Please remove your clothes.” With regards to privacy, he instantly squashed her surprise and admiration. “You only. I’m sure the others, as you have mentioned, can find no fault with that.”
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