Vice's Domination [Demon Twins 2] (Siren Publishing Menage and More)

by Stephens, Vin

  “They arenae enough for ye, ma greedy slave.”

  The dark, husky voice cut into her mind and had her wailing her desperate affirmation. “Vice.”

  Neil drew back as her mind spiraled wildly. He nibbled at her jaw line, sending more delightful sensations through her as his prickly bristles chafed against her softness. “He is here, Claudia. Call to your Master.”

  “Where?” She searched frantically. “How?”

  “Straight ahead. The first-level pier directly opposite us.”

  Claudia’s eyes squinted into the dimness until she spotted him. Vice stood rigidly, leaning against his balustrade, a lone figure within a storm of emotions swirling around them. The glint of glass showed that he watched through a pair of opera binoculars.

  “Call to him, Claudia. He will come.”

  “I can’t. How?” Her brain scrambled with urgent need. Her climax was so close, and yet it eluded like water held in her hands. The more she tried the further her orgasm fled.

  “Do it, Claudia. I can’t wait to sink my cock into your fanny.”

  Claudia didn’t know how to call Vice to her. She could scream. Should she gesture. Would he hear her whispered plea? She stared directly at him, allowing her eyes to clearly show her desperation. Come to me, Master. Oh, come quickly. I’m about to explode, and I need you.

  * * * *

  Everything stilled within Vice. Every minute of Claudia’s submission to his friends had been glorious to watch. The milky whiteness of her skin glowed as Neil had suckled at her dark nipples. He could see the deep shadowed valley as Troy ravaged her bushy minge with his fingers and mouth. The sight of her partially exposed body beneath shimmering crimson and a wickedly enticing garter belt and stockings had sent heated blood pounding into his raging cock. Fuck. He loved voyeurism, seeing the bouncing and flexing of a woman’s breasts and flesh as men rammed their cocks into her pussy, ass, or mouth. But this woman demanded his participation like no other had previously done. His already-straining muscles clenched violently at the glowing need visible in Claudia’s eyes. She was staring straight at him and into him, and he was as powerless as a moth drawn to a brilliant flame. He moved.

  When overcome with sufficient desire to do so, or, as in this case, consuming need for fulfillment, he could move at inhumane speeds. He was at the curtained entrance of their box within minutes. He stepped in silently, absorbing the energy and scents that accompanied lust and sex. It was overpowering. He was its slave just as he reigned as Master. His feet moved of their own accord to the fair figure arched over the chair. He did not know if his cock would maintain its stiff erection, or whether he would taint this innocent with his dark power, but he was helpless to resist. He growled deep in his throat as he touched her smooth back.

  Her eyes flew open. “You came.”

  “How could I not, my luscious slave?” He caught her head and bent it to best accept his demanding kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair as he tilted and twisted her around passionately.

  Claudia pushed away the two men, who’d been ardently delighting her body, to focus solely on him. Vice wanted so badly to push his demands into her mind, but he was afraid she would respond. That would make her no different from the rest. She would become his mindless mannequin, and he’d be left unfulfilled. He instructed Troy instead. “Get on the floor where no one can witness our fucking.”

  Troy rolled to the plush carpet, pulling his kilt up as he went. Vice caught Claudia’s jaw in a tight grip. “You owe him for sucking your sweet pussy, my pet. You did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

  Claudia nodded shyly, and Vice was reminded of her naivety despite her advanced age. “Then let him fuck the pussy he has pleasured so well.”

  Dutifully, Claudia went to the floor. As she knelt, Vice unzipped the long dress and drew the material carefully off her. He draped the length neatly across the back of the chair before slowly pulling off her chemise as well. God, she looked like an exotic wild creature with the black garter belt and sheer stockings. Her hair was an open mass of unruly curls. Patches of deep ruby stained her porcelain skin with flushes of arousal. He stilled her fingers as they moved to the tiny buckles. Instead, he knelt down and grasped the thin suspenders from behind. Using them as reins, he lifted her ample ass over Troy’s awaiting cock. Claudia hissed as he pushed her down on Troy’s thick, hard length. Troy’s face was etched in silent torment as he lay perfectly still.

  At the first sign of her voice escalating, he looked at Neil meaningfully. Neil quickly moved to her side, but as he bent to kiss her, Vice commanded, “My slave owes you for the surrender you brought her earlier.” Neil’s eyes shone with appreciation as he dragged a chair closer. Vice grabbed a fistful of silky golden hair and whispered hotly in Claudia’s ear, “Do you know how to suck a man’s cock?” Her head could shake only a little with his restraining hand. “Now is the time to learn, my sweetling. It’s for your own good. Or do you want everyone to hear your shrill cries?”

  He nodded in satisfaction as her eyes widened with understanding. As Neil impatiently sat on the edge of his seat, pulled up his kilt, and fed her his cock, Vice pushed her down the rest of the way on Troy’s shaft.

  Neil jerked as she screamed against his cock. “Fuck, baby. Do that again and I’m going to come in your mouth.” He grabbed her hair and began tutoring her on the fine art of blow jobs. “That’s it, sweetheart. Suck harder.” He gritted his teeth. “Fuck yes. Swallow my cock whole.”

  Vice leaned over to enjoy Troy’s reaction. His eyes were squeezed shut. Angry veins popped along his throat as he arched back in torture. Vice’s voice darkened as the demon in him prodded Claudia. “See what you do to men. Enjoy this power you hold over them.”

  Her back tensed sharply. She obviously was a quick study, because a second later she was grinding her hips over Troy. Her ass lifted and dropped as she cruelly tested Troy’s limit. Gurgling sounds broke free as she deep-throated Neil’s cock. Vice caught her hand and showed her how to cup and taunt Neil’s scrotum as the heavy sacs slapped against her chin.

  Vice closed his eyes and allowed the muted moans and groans to wash over him. It had been so long since he’d experienced relief in his loins. His cock raged with a fury, reminding him of the stringent fast it had been forced into. Tendrils of his demon blood within him began to course again and were soon pumping wildly through his veins. Vice threw his head back with a mighty roar as the devil took possession of his soul and body.

  He pushed ruthlessly into Claudia’s mind, now uncaring whether she would turn puppet or remain fully coherent. All he knew was the selfish need to stamp his desire on each succulent curve and crease of her body. All he wanted was her surrender, at any and all costs. “I’m going tae fuck ye in yon bountiful arse, ma slave. Hear yon Master. Obey me.”

  * * * *

  The rich, heavy brogue flowed into Claudia’s mind. The way his tongue curled over the R in the word “arse” made her ass cheeks clench in anticipation. She had just about exploded on the sight of him. Another kilted man. The stygian-black, ruby-red, and navy-blue-kilt had made saliva pool beneath her tongue.

  There was no way to answer him with her mouth filled to capacity. Neil sure had a whopper of a dick. It was halfway down her throat, and still her lips had not encountered the base. Troy’s cock was delightfully hard and stretched her pussy mercilessly. He gripped the front of the suspenders, bringing her crashing down on him just as he pumped.

  Vice’s thick, callused thumb toyed with her tight virgin hole at her ass. Her panic turned into a savage beast, which made her struggle fiercely against the unfamiliar invasion. “No.”

  He continued with his relentless petting as he growled in her mind. A sharp slap landed on her bare ass cheek. “Obey me, slave.”

  She pushed back at him, fighting him with all the strength she had. Her nails clawed at his thick kilt as she raged against this alien penetration.

  Vice stilled. His deep breathing filled Claudia’s ears. “Relax. I willnae
hurt ye. Trust me, Claudia.”

  Claudia accepted his calming words. The thick tip of his penis slipped in, and Claudia thought she would be torn into two. She waited. Nothing happened. Slowly he began to rock, sliding more of his impossibly engorged length into her puckered anus. She found the more she relaxed, the easier accepting him became. Finally he was sunk to the hilt, and Claudia reveled in the unbelievable sense of fullness. She was stretched to her limits.

  Vice gripped the suspenders from the behind and withdrew his shaft. He slammed into her without warning. Claudia gasped around Neil’s cock. It was like the breaking of a dam. The men began to thrust into her in the oldest mating dance known to man. She accepted their impaling with deep, guttural whimpers.

  “That’s ma precious. Arenae ye glad ye obeyed me, slave?”

  So very, very glad. She squirmed against all the different cocks, greedy for their lusty pumping. Suddenly Neil and Troy stilled. Their tips became swollen, and Claudia strained to join them in their glorious release.

  “Nay. Wait.” Vice’s tone held a slight tremor as he gripped onto her hair painfully. Claudia knew he spoke both to her and himself. His cock jerked in defiance. “Listen.”

  Above the hoarse shouts of Neil’s and Troy’s climaxes, she heard it. Sweet notes of music climbed higher and higher in scale until a screeching crescendo was reached.

  “Now.” Vice slammed into her hard, picking her knees clear off the floor. Heavy spurts of hot cum shot into her. “I said now, slave. Come.”

  Claudia surrendered as Neil muffled her shrill scream with his semierect cock. Her pussy passages squeezed sharply and released just as magnificently. She shuddered as hot cream gushed down her pussy and soaked Troy’s thighs. Never had she felt such glory, such bliss. She submitted fully as her master caught her easily in his arms.

  “You did well, my dearling.” He kept his length submerged in her as he flopped into a chair, dragging her onto his lap. “I shall reward you well for your obedience.”

  Claudia closed her eyes as Vice surrounded her with his warmth. As the sleep darkened the edges of her consciousness, she heard Vice command, “Help her dress. I shall take her home and care for her.” Claudia’s smile followed her into her dreams.

  Chapter 3

  Claudia struggled to shake off the lethargy that gripped at her. Her body ached in places she didn’t even know existed. That should teach me for being a hussy. She rolled over and froze as her arm landed with a solid thud against a wall of tightly packed muscles. Oh, fuck.

  She barely dared to breathe as she studied Vice’s sleeping form beside her. He was on his back and so very still. Claudia bit her lip. He reminded her of a dead person. Only the slow rise and fall of his chest gave evidence of life. How odd. Even in slumber, his features were carved in stony dominance and power. Sleep failed to expose a softer, innocent side to him. She exhaled slowly as he lay undisturbed. The saying about allowing sleeping dogs to lie echoed through her mind as she stealthily slipped out from under the covers.

  Her feet met the floor, but her knees quickly threatened to follow suit. Her nails dug into the thick mattress, saving her from a clumsy tumble, but her elbows quivered under the strain, and she slipped helplessly to the floor like a pool of Jell-O. Claudia shook her head in disbelief. She was officially and royally screwed. Unwilling to have Vice wake up to her dreadful morning-scary other half, she stubbornly crawled to the bathroom doorway. Her knee landed on something sharp. Unable to keep the gasp of pain in, she plopped on her ass with a thump. She searched the surrounding carpet with her open palms, even though she could see well enough with the sunlight streaming in through the open drapes. Her hand touched a thick fold in Vice’s kilt and jerked away nervously. Peering over the bed’s edge, she found him still sound asleep.

  Curiosity was a strange and dangerous thing. Unfortunately, some people were not born with the ability to resist temptation. Her fingers furrowed through the thick cloth until she touched cold metal. Silently, she drew the jewel out. A chain. But what the devil is that attached to it? As she studied the coin-sized object, she suddenly lost all sense of time. This piece, whatever it was, was enchanting. The deep engraving along the edges, endless concentric circles, and tangled squiggles that strangely resembled writhing snakes, held her mesmerized, and try as she may she could not look away. Eerie speculations ran wildly through her frantic mind. Was this possibly a device Vice used to control people? She inhaled sharply. Did he hypnotize women into obedience? How else was he able to command her senses? How could he speak directly into her mind?

  “Hand that over.”

  The deep growl broke her paralysis. Her head whipped around, and she stared blankly into swirling storms of black. God but the man was as gorgeous as he was frightening. Tiny goose bumps broke out over her flesh. She fought a losing battle to get her heart rate back to a manageable tempo.

  “Don’t let me come over there and get it, Claudia.”

  Oh no don’t do that. The chain practically jerked within her grasp, agitated by her trembles. Vice snatched it so fast, her palm stung. “What is it?”

  He didn’t place it around his neck but crushed it in a tight fist instead. “A family heirloom.”

  Mm…well that explains a lot. “What does it do?” It’s obvious it served some purpose. Why else had she been virtually paralyzed by it?

  “Nothing.”

  Huh! And I’m Tinker Bell. She wasn’t buying that one damn bit. “This may surprise you, but I do possess a brain.” This man maddened her with his know-it-all attitude, except during sex, of course.

  His forehead crinkled into tiny frown lines. “No surprise at all in that. Why don’t you tell me what you think this is?”

  Claudia pursed her lips. “I think it’s a hypnotizing device.”

  His jaw dropped, and Claudia enjoyed a moment of seeing something other than vulpine strictness in his face. “And who exactly is it you assume I hypnotize?”

  “Women, of course.”

  His lips twitched at the corners, and Claudia wondered if the man ever truly smiled. “I’m sure that is not what my mother intended when she gave this to me.”

  His mother. Oh dear Lord. Now I’ve gone and put my size-seven foot in my presumptuous mouth. And then, of course, she had to make things worse. “Is she a witch?”

  “You could say that she was. She passed away.”

  Claudia didn’t know what to focus on, the witch part or the dead part. She chose the sensitive route even though her curiosity had been piqued further. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  Vice shrugged. “It was a long time ago.” He studied the pendant in his hand before continuing. “As to your supposition of alluring women with this, I can safely say you’re wrong. The idea was to keep them away from me.”

  Considering the hordes of admirers who swarmed to him that notion seemed preposterous. “She must not have been a very successful witch.”

  The lines on his face smoothed out. “That is a matter of opinion. Now if that is the end of your interrogation…”

  Hardly. “There’s more to this story. I can feel it in my bones.” It took a great degree of courage, but she looked him straight in the eyes as she spoke. “How about you explain to me how you are able to speak into my mind.”

  “Raw talent I guess.”

  Talent my ass. She’d always prided herself on being forthright, and she wasn’t about to change now. “This mysterious persona is growing old. For heaven’s sake, I think we’ve passed the point of holding back secrets, wouldn’t you say?”

  His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as his face darkened ominously. “Everyone has secrets. It’s what makes us who we are. Unless you can safely say you’re a perpetual open book, I would think your opinion overly critical.”

  The wedding band she’d slipped back onto her finger burned like toxic acid. She lowered her lashes, lest he read the truth in them. Here she was dictating to him about being honest when she was a cesspool of deceit. Nice, Claudia. K
eep pointing fingers. But she did have her excuse. She wanted to ask him about his unusual and rather disgusting kink for adultery, but the question might provoke inquiries about her marital affair. Best I don’t go down that path.

  “I have a question.” His voice startled her. She looked up at him anxiously, praying he was not about to confront her about her bogus marriage. “Why are you sitting down there?”

  Claudia blushed and could not help a small self-conscious grin. What was she to say, that they’d fucked her so soundly that she couldn’t stand? “I found the bed too soft.” So what was another lie? She was becoming quite apt at it.

  “Really?” His dark eyebrows rose until they disappeared beneath his adorably tousled hair. “I suppose on your ranch, you cowgirls bed on the crust of the earth.”

  On occasion. “Some even sleep standing up with the horses in the stables.”

  His stoic silence had her studying him more closely. He had turned his gaze to the view outside the window. Whatever deep running thoughts were going through his mind was yet another mystery to her. Finally he spoke. “It’s a lovely day outdoors. You must miss your home. I’ll arrange for you to go do some exploring on horseback if you choose.”

  Claudia stifled her guilt. The man was obviously caring enough to not want her homesick. If only I did have a home. “That would be lovely. Let me know when you’re ready.”

  “Unfortunately I have a business trip out of town today. But rest assured you won’t miss me very much. Either Troy or Neil will be ecstatic to play host to you.”

  Somehow, although she enjoyed the men’s company, they simply were not Vice. Fortunately, sulking was not her style. “Have a safe trip.”

  * * * *

  It ended up being Neil. As usual he was in a jovial mood. Claudia quickly added her face and stomach muscles to endless list of throbbing tendons beneath the wide beast. When have I laughed this much? Have I ever? “You can’t seriously expect me to believe that? Guys like you don’t know the meaning of the word rejected.”