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

by Stephens, Vin

  “That’s what you think. Men don’t just pop out of their mother’s wombs, all brawn and muscle.” His crystal eyes twinkled with merriment. “I was the fattest cherub, I tell you. Gave my mother a damned solid eighteen-hours labor.”

  Claudia grinned at the image that formed in her head. “Baby fat. You must have grown out of it.”

  “After twenty years. That first girl I asked out literally had to take four paces to get around me so she could start running for her life.”

  Laughter bubbled from deep within her. She wiped at her eyes with her free hand as she held fast to her reins with the other. “You’re only saying this to make me feel better.” She sputtered as he crossed his heart solemnly. “I don’t care how many times you do that, I still don’t believe you.”

  As they drifted over another small rise, Claudia used the silence to study Neil. He was a charming man that no one could ever be bored around. His red hair shone like brandished copper in the sun. His tall, slender build seated the horse beneath him expertly. He seated a woman just as admirably. She blushed as she recalled bits and pieces from last night’s return home. The love scene had continued with her half in dreamland.

  She inhaled the fresh air, but the open space before made her suddenly sad. She would have to leave as soon as these men tired of her. What did she have to offer them? They were young bucks. The world was still at their feet, waiting for their exploration. Where would an elderly, bulging woman like her fit in? At least she would have these memories to take with her. After this escapade, no one could ever accuse her of not having truly lived.

  “Why the long face, Claudia? We Travis men don’t usually make women maudlin.”

  “Dear God, how many brothers do you have?”

  Neil’s twinkled mischievously. “Come to my house for a visit, and you’ll see.”

  And meet your parents, no thank you. “I’m happy enough here.”

  “Let me guess. You’re afraid you might meet even more Scottish men that you can’t resist.” He laughed as she turned away sheepishly. “I promise you my mother will not allow any of them to take liberties with you.”

  How could she? His mother would wonder what her precious son was doing with someone’s granny. “I don’t think I’d like to meet her.”

  “Serious. My mother is not a dragon, despite birthing and raising five sons alone.” His voice lowered with understanding. “You really should not allow your insecurities to rule over your life.” Claudia was simply not that daring. She remained quiet until he offered, “Perhaps we could visit Troy’s home instead?”

  Claudia bit her lip. “No mother?”

  “Oh, he’s got a mother all right. She’s eighty-six going on senile.” He grinned wickedly. “So, you see, she won’t even remember you come tomorrow.”

  Claudia rolled her eyes at the clear afternoon sky. “Tell me about Vice’s mother. Why did she give him that strange pendant?”

  “Vice let you see it!” Neil’s surprised shout had Claudia stilling her horse in alarm.

  “Well, he didn’t exactly show it to me.”

  “But he told you about it.” Neil struck his thigh as he snorted out a short laugh. “I believe you just might be the burr to get under that man’s skin, if I’m saying that correctly.”

  Claudia pouted. “He was not exactly an overflowing fountain of information, Neil. Don’t go getting your dander up.” If anything, Vice had just given her more unanswered questions.

  “Then unfortunately, I cannot say anything more on the matter. We are friends, Claudia, essentially drawn together by our dark desires, but we would never betray each other’s trust.”

  Huffing in disappointment, Claudia tried a different approach. “Why do you prefer married women?”

  Neil stopped and reached for her hand. “Not me, Claudia, simply Vice. And it isn’t a preference so much as it is a deterrent. A man like Vice doesn’t like to be pinned down. However, there are many women who have sampled his cock that became clingy.” Neil shrugged as he brought her hand up to his lips. “While Vice might be happy enough to send you back to your husband, I can guarantee you I don’t feel the same. In fact, I think insane jealousy would drive me to your Texas ranch before another man so much as lays a hand on you, be he your husband or not.”

  Claudia’s heart began to pound furiously. He spoke so simply and solemnly that she couldn’t help the guilt that rose within her. But what if she fessed up to her lies and they tossed her out? She was not ready to leave yet. Cowardice silenced her tongue.

  “Tell me you feel the same, Claudia. Didn’t last night ignite passions within you that you cannot simply ignore, and can never just walk away from?”

  ell yes. Would her own declarations make her sound like one of those “clingy” females he’d mentioned? But she was, dammit. She didn’t want to leave. She could just imagine days filled with laughter and nights with scorching-hot passion. Was it selfish of her to want these young men when they could get so much more elsewhere? God, how she wanted to be selfish just this once in her life. Her obligation as a wife had been severed. Her duty as mother had been done with, as her sons were already grown men. Good heavens, her sons were not far from these men’s ages. That thought was enough to deflate whatever fruitless hopes she’d harbored.

  She looked into Neil’s brightly shining eyes. She didn’t have the heart to crush him. She likewise didn’t have the heart to stagnate his growth. Thankfully she was saved from answering when his cell phone rang loudly. He answered it with an apologetic shrug, and Claudia continued to simmer in the boiling pot of uncertainties she now found herself in.

  “I’m sorry, Claudia, but I have to get to back to my firm. Some clients who were due in later suddenly just decided to pop by.”

  Claudia withdrew her hand, which was still encased in his strong fingers. “That’s all right. I can find my way back.” She laughed more out of relief at having the conversation stalled. “A renowned wool seller can’t allow people to run short of kilt material.” God forbid such a thing.

  He hesitated. “I could force them to come by later like they were supposed to. I’m sure Troy can persuade them.”

  “You will do no such thing.” Claudia drew her reins up. “Business and pleasure shouldn’t mix. I’ll never forgive myself if something goes wrong on this deal.” And she damn sure wouldn’t. Neil had told her about the great quantities of wool this new venture would reap for his and Tory’s fabric company.

  “At least let me take you back to the estate.”

  Claudia growled in annoyance. “If I can find my way through winding routes under the baking sun of the Texan skies without losing my fragile self, I’m sure I can find my way back down the straight path we’ve ridden.”

  “Not so fast.” He grabbed her reins before she could drift too far. “I want what you Americans call ‘sweets.’”

  “Sugar,” Claudia whispered as he leaned over and kissed her lips gently. Desire rose fast and hot as his tongue dueled expertly with her, mimicking and reminding her of this man’s thrusting cock. Before she was swept away by the current he was creating, she drew back.

  “Straight back and no turns.”

  Claudia crossed her fingers in silent promise over her heart as he wheeled his mount and rode away. But as soon as he turned to give her a last wave before disappearing over the horizon, she turned her own mare. There had to be something more for her to see before having to return to the lonely manor. She prodded her horse and laughed gaily as the thoroughbred proved its worth by soaring effortlessly.

  It was precisely when the sun began to weaken that she regretted allowing the mare free reign. She’d turned back a while back, but nothing seemed familiar. The sunlight was disappearing much too fast, and Claudia knew it was just a matter of time before she was left to wander in the dark. “Can’t get lost. Wild West girls don’t do lost. Huh!” She chastised herself as she slipped down from her mount. Hot damn. Her muscles were sore.

  Hobbling around clumsily, she g
athered up whatever dry twigs and braches she could find. It was best to stay in this exact spot until morning, and then she could resume her search for the Kenna residence. She was no novice at building a fire or bedding down on cold, damp earth. Her stomach growled loudly. Hunger wasn’t a stranger, either. It would take a lot more to break her. She flopped down, exhausted after tying her horse to a tree. The rolling of the ghostly mist was something unfamiliar, though, and combined with foreign territory and God only knew what wild animals, she decided she’d better build a damn fine fire and doze off as fast as possible.

  * * * *

  Vice was furious. As soon as he’d arrived home to find Claudia missing, he’d called Neil. It was only the fact that they had spoken over the phone that had stopped Vice from driving his fist into Neil’s face. He’d left instructions that Neil was to remain at the manor should Claudia return, and he set off with Troy to look for the miscreant.

  It hadn’t taken quite so long to find her. He stared down at her from his elevated position on his mount and shook his head in annoyance. Of course, irritation had only surfaced now that he’d found her. Fear had taken predominance. He was simply not ready to release her yet. The bitterness of his initial dread melted away as cold, hard fury rushed in to take its place. The damn imp was curled peacefully without a care in the world beside a fire huge enough that he’d spotted it from his bay windows. Yes, she’d been a single rise away from his home. Bloody impetuous woman. He was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

  He nodded for Troy silently. With the glorious light from the fire, he watched as Troy moved his horse toward the mare tied to the tree. He brought Claudia’s mount cautiously closer before throwing all attempts at stealth to the wind. Troy’s hand hit the beat’s rump soundly as he released the squealing animal to race back home. Claudia came up wild-eyed and dazed. But despite her obviously flustered state, Vice noticed her hand go straight to her belted hip before dropping limply. The action did not surprise him. A woman like Claudia definitely struck him as one who preferred live ammunition to jewelry. The same intuition about her told him he was damn lucky she was not packing right now.

  Her sleepy eyes cleared fast enough. “Oh, Vice. You’ve found me.” She rushed forward and touched his thigh. “I’ve been so frantic.”

  Whatever green shoots Claudia was used to twisting around her baby finger, he damn sure wasn’t one of them. “You were fast asleep.”

  She blinked rapidly as though her scrambling brain needed a physical outlet as she tried another ruse. “It was all I could do to stop the terror from taking over me.”

  Her trembling fingers on his thigh were sending hot sensations to his rapidly filling cock. “Enough. You were not the least bit afraid.” He forced down the urge to leap off his horse and take her right there on the ground. “But I’ll remedy that soon enough.”

  Her eyes rounded at his implied threat. She tossed a glance over her shoulder, obviously looking for escape, but encountered Troy instead. “Troy.” The relief in her voice turned to instant trepidation as Troy stoically crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t really mean to punish me for something so little. For heaven’s sake, I was never in any real danger.”

  Troy remained adamantly unmoved. “Well now, darling, I don’t mean to lay a hand on you. In fact”—his lips lifted wickedly at the corners—“I don’t mean to lift a finger at all.”

  Did she really think Troy would have helped her? He’d been just as frantic when he’d discovered her gone. Vice’s patience snapped. “You have broken the only rule I set. Now take of your jeans and panties and come to me for your punishment.” Her hesitation only inflamed the throbbing anger within him. “Now, Claudia.”

  Vice watched eagerly, impatiently as her fingers clumsily unfastened her button fly. The denim pooled around her boots. She kicked them off hurriedly and approached.

  “I said take your panties off as well.” Vice caught her uncertain gaze shoot to Troy and the freedom he barricaded from her. His annoyance at her dithering spilled into the warning Vice pushed into her mind. “Ye cannae outrun me. Now obey yon Master.”

  Claudia’s bottom lip trembled anxiously as she slowly slipped the plain cotton panties down her thighs. Vice stiffened at the sight of her naturally bushy mons. Would he ever tire of looking at this decadent woman and her luscious curves?

  He crooked his finger. “Come.”

  Her eyes were wide and filled with silent fear, but Vice saw the violent swirl of anticipation. No, his defiant slave’s dark passions matched his own. She would enjoy this as much as she was afraid of it. He offered her his hand. Claudia latched onto it with a strong grip, and Vice pulled her up. As her naked belly slid over his thighs, he pressed her down and held her in place. Then he pushed the hem of her shirt up, exposing her enticingly splayed ass cheeks. Creamy-white flesh glowed with welcome orange warmth from the beaming moon and dancing flames.

  His hand caressed her dimpled skin gently. “You will not defy me again, slave.”

  Claudia’s hot breath heated his shins as she lay topsy-turvy. “I’m sorry.”

  Vice ran his finger down the length of her pussy folds. His fingers came up sleek with her juices. “Are you sorry you disobeyed me? Or are you sorry you got lost and caught?” He brought his hand down hard before she could answer, eliciting a sharp hiss from her. At the same time, his thighs clamped tightly around his agitated beast. The animal would know soon enough that his displeasure was not directed at it. “Your Master knows you too well.” He could not help the deep growl of appreciation as his fingers slipped into her soaked pussy. “Don’t I, slave?”

  As Claudia bucked against his plunging fingers greedily, Vice brought his hand up and slapped the other ass cheek. “The correct response is ‘Yes, Master.’”

  Her voice was taut with need and desire. “Yes, Master. Please.”

  “Please what?” He ground his teeth as her hot pussy lips rubbed against his stiff groin. “You want rewards when you’ve been naughty?” He smacked her again. Her flesh was hot beneath his gently caressing hand.

  “Please, Master.” The soft, tearful tremors made Vice cease his taunting touch.

  “Ye want me tae fuck ye sweet slave?” His cock jerked at the sudden demonic urge to conquer her. “Hush now.” His soothing tones were for both the beguiling creature on his lap and the straining beast beneath them. His fingers thrust into her welcoming pussy just once. He leashed in the overpowering power that strummed through him. He wanted to unzip his pants and slip his aching cock deep into her heat. But his slave needed to learn to obey him. He would not tolerate these impulsive, rash actions. That fear that had gripped him when he’d found her missing was not acceptable. She must pay for eliciting such emotions in him. He pulled her thighs apart and began to finger-fuck her with a ferocity that embodied all the conflicting feelings with him.

  * * * *

  Oh Lord. Claudia did not know disobedience could be quite so blissful. She purred aloud as Vice’s thick knuckles stretched her pussy’s tender opening. Her thighs parted more for his penetrating fingers, and she didn’t care one damn bit that Troy was watching her being finger-fucked on a horse. All that mattered was the glorious building of pressure as her womb contracted sharply.

  Vice’s digits began to ram into her more urgently. Juices flowed down her secret passage, greasing his coaxing fingers and dampening his trousers below.

  “Do ye like this, ma pet?” Vice’s dark voice entered her head.

  She tossed her head and thrashed wildly, vexing the beast beneath them even as he curbed it. Each flex of his thighs as he bridled the fidgeting animal made her long for his cock within her. “Oh, yes, Master.” She was mere strokes away from erupting with pleasure.

  “Good, then ye willnae disobey me again.” His controlled voice, tight with restraint, was all the warning he gave as his hands slipped away.

  Bitter disappointment raced through her unsatisfied body, and she mewled. The void his abandonment l
eft in his wake was filled with a deep, raw, physical pain. Claudia drew her body into the closest fetal position she could manage in the restricting position. God, I think I’m dying. Every part of her throbbed and ached with need.

  “Relax, sweetling.” Vice spoke softly as he petted her hair. “It is cruel, I know, but I will have your obedience.”

  Claudia panted as she tried to gather her scattered senses. She would give him anything he wanted so long as he released her from this hell. A pitiful cry fell from her lips as she felt thick, coarse fabric being draped over her shoulders. Her wail of despair got her nothing but silence. He would never finish what he started now. With a strong grip, he picked her up until she was forced to throw her one foot over the saddle. Claudia fell back against the strong wall of his chest as his arms looped around her.

  “Sleep, my dearling. I will see you home.”

  His heart hammered against her back, giving testimony that he was not entirely unaffected, and that he was not made of cold, cruel stone. “I said I was sorry,” she mumbled beneath her breath.

  “And now I’m sure you actually mean it.”

  She caught a glimpse of Troy dismounting and beginning to put out her very large fire. Her face burned with embarrassment. Not only did he have to witness her shame, but he had to clean up her mess as well. She shuffled against Vice. “I should help Troy.”

  Troy surprised her by chuckling softly before Vice could respond. “I’ll get my due.”

  I’ll bet. Claudia harrumphed. As if this humiliation is not enough. Snidely, she tossed over her shoulder as Vice wheeled their mount around, “Don’t forget my boots and panties.”

  His roar of laughter followed them as the horse bolted. She wondered if Troy would come visit her tonight. Would his punishment be more appeasing then Vice’s ironclad control? A shiver ran through her body.