SuiteTemptations

by AlexandraOHurley; CatKelly

  She was so glad she’d worn some of her good lingerie today. After the dream the night before, she’d felt in a sexier mood, and the black lace bra and panties had fit the bill. Thigh high black stockings were clad on her legs, ending in her four inch heels. Feeling every bit the sexual warrior princess, she smiled seductively at him as he pulled back to look her over.

  A low whistle came from his lips as he feasted his eyes on her. Turning her, she stopped with her back facing him, his hands on his hips stilling her. She felt the heat of his gaze over her body and nearly jumped when a large palm rubbed against her silk covered ass.

  “I like what I see, Kampbell. You are a vixen.”

  His palm swatted her ass and she let out a moan. It hadn’t been a painful spank, but enough to make her want more and more.

  “So you like that, do you? Do you want me to spank you, Kampbell?”

  There was no point in denying it. She wanted him to replay the scene she’d been replaying in her mind all day. “Yes. Please.”

  He grasped her hand and pulled her to the end of the bed.

  “Finish undressing me.”

  She stood before him and gazed at the black boxer-briefs he wore and the thick erection that tautly tented the jersey. Eyeing him, she had reservations for a moment, but the twinkle in his eye made her smile and she lowered to her knees. Kampbell grasped the edge of the material and lowered it slowly, hints of the veins running down his lower abdomen showing as she tugged. The head of his cock was caught in the band and she was impatient to see it, but the lower she pulled, his dick went with the material.

  Finally it sprung from the fabric, thick and long. The erect shaft was fiery red with veins protruding, the bulbous head was a dark purple. A trail of pre-cum eased from the tip, forming into a thick drop that was heavy and ready to fall. Her mouth watered to slurp it up. Leaning in, she did just that. He kicked off his underwear and grasped her under her arm, pulling her up against him.

  “I didn’t tell you to do that, now did I?” His words held fire, but no anger. “I can see you will be a handful, won’t you. Perhaps I need to tie your hands to keep you more compliant?”

  He leaned to the floor and seized his tie. She watched as he gathered her wrists and tied them together, almost as if she wasn’t participating, but observing from the outside. Was this just a continuation of the submissive journey started in her dream? She wasn’t this woman, but she’d probably never see Ash again after this conference. This was a way to try a new side to her sexuality, no strings, just a taste of what was out there and if she truly wanted it to go further. What happened at the conference, stayed at the conference, right?

  An ache had been throbbing in her clit from the moment she’d laid eyes on him at the podium. Hell, it had been throbbing since she’d seen his sexy cover on her Nook. Why not ease her lust, have a round of wild sex with this gorgeous, charismatic man? She may have remorse later, but would she always wonder “what if” if she didn’t walk this path now?

  As Ash tightened the silk around her wrist, a tremor ran the entire length of her body. He sat down on the end of the bed and used the tie to guide her over his thick thighs. She shifted, finding the right spot for her abdomen to run across his legs, loving the feel of his erection poking her.

  He didn’t wait long to dole out the first punishing strike. Kampbell felt a firm hand smack her ass, the bite of his swat burning stinging pain through her bottom. Heat surged on her behind, the flesh quivering in wait for the next to come.

  The pause wasn’t long at all, to her delight. Wind came to her ear, the sound of his hand in motion just before the next strike. She tightened as his hand hit the same smarting patch of ass as it had the first time.

  Letting out the breath she’d held, she wiggled in his lap, his thick cock rubbing against her stomach. It prodded her with its dampened crown, spreading small drops of pre-cum along her. Everything that was occurring was exactly as it had in her dream the night before. Her mind felt a tugging, telling her that something here was wrong, but it felt so good. How could anything that felt this good be wrong?

  He paused, brushing the tips of his fingers against the abraded flesh, the light trailing of fingernails making a chill run up her spine. She yanked at the tie on her wrists, tugging not to free herself. She liked the rigidity of the tie against her skin, liked reminding herself that she was submitting herself to his will. He was in control.

  The voice sounded in her head again, a faint whisper telling her this was going too far. She was not a submissive, had never become the simpering female who did everything a man wanted of her. Her subconscious wouldn’t allow her mind to quiet and accept the punishment he was wrecking upon her, knowing that there was more to this submission than just her body.

  “Submission is good for the soul.” His deep tone washed over her. But this time it didn’t have the calming effect as it did in the dream. This time, it made her nervous and she stiffened further, knowing this was wrong, that he was leading her down a trail she shouldn’t follow.

  Her body and mind warred with one another, her head foggy enough to struggle in the battle. Clit aching, she desperately wanted to let him drive her toward the orgasm that was on the fringes of her reality. The demanding throb between her legs captured her attention, her heart beating in time in her ears.

  But she couldn’t do this, it was wrong! She sobbed, knowing she had to clear her mind or he would make her do things she had no control over.

  “Up! Get up, Kampbell.”

  She felt Ash tugging on the tie, pulling her hands above her head until her body followed and she rose up on her toes. His fingers shook as he untied her wrists, his breathing shallow as she looked over the panicked look that covered his features. His hair was now unbound, falling around his shoulders, and he looked so much like the Azmaroth on the cover. Once her hands were unbound, her fingers immediately went to the soft strands, the caressed her tips as they glided across her.

  Pulling back, both of his hands came down on her shoulders and his eyes gazed into hers, the twinkle winking at her. “Kampbell. Snap out of it. You’re in danger, you need to wake up.”

  Her mind seemed to uncloud slightly and the nagging sensation she’d felt roared in her mind as she gazed at him.

  “Danger? How am I in danger?”

  “I am Azmaroth.”

  He hadn’t just said that, had he? She was confused, a frown twisting on her face.

  “I don’t have much time. You were to be my next acquisition, but I can’t do this to you, I won’t. I had used my powers to sway you, but your mind is strong and you have fought me the entire way. No one with that kind of strength deserves to be where you’d be going. And maybe, maybe this time—it just might work.”

  His words made no sense, but somehow they did and she knew them to be spoken with conviction. He believed everything he was telling her, and she tried to tamp down the panic that began to freeze her insides.

  “You need to listen to me, Kampbell. You are going to see some things you won’t understand very soon, but you need to be strong. In a few minutes, I will turn into the demon I was cursed to become and I will do everything in my power to seduce you. I will have no power over it. If you do not weaken, if you prevent me from winning, you will not go to Hell.”

  Go to Hell? What? Her mind reeled at his comments.

  “Kampbell, promise me you’ll fight!” His voice was altering as the words came from his lips, his body convulsing and turning red. Horns began to protrude from his forehead and a large pair of leathery wings sprouted from his back. “Promise me!”

  “I—promise.”

  She stood rooted to the spot as she watched Ash become Azmaroth. His true face was still gruesome and she felt her heart beating a tattoo in her chest.

  Fight him? How the hell was she supposed to fight off this demon’s advance? But Ash had looked so insistent, there was no way she couldn’t assuage his anguish, even though she knew there was probably no way she’d be able t
o follow through.

  “You need to delete—” The words catch in his throat as the change drew to an end. She slid from his lap as the metamorphosis concluded. His wings extended fully, engulfing the room with their leathery reach. Light shined through the thin, red skin, casting a darkened hue across the entire room. Horns extended, they curled atop his head like those of a ram. His teeth sharpened, short fangs popping from between his lips.

  There was no way she was seeing what she was. She rubbed her eyes, hoping that when she reopened them, he would be gone and all this was but a nightmare that she could awaken from. Upon opening them, she learned just how wrong she was.

  One cloven hoof stepped closer to her and she scrambled backwards on her hands and feet, until her back met the wall. Using it, she leveraged herself up into a standing position. She bobbed on the balls of her feet, ready to run, unsure of which direction until he charged.

  “You will lie down and open your legs for me, woman.” His eyes glowed green, no longer blue, and the vacant expression let her know that the man she’d just spoken to was not there any longer. He seemed to have no connection to her, no remembrance of the afternoon they’d spent together when he looked at her. It was then that she realized that man was gone, a monster now in his place.

  “No! I won’t”

  The beast’s head cocked at that, as if it couldn’t understand why she would not acquiesce. It reached out one crooked finger, pointing the gnarled claw at the floor before her. “Down, on the floor, now.”

  She twisted her head on her neck, fear bubbling through her. Her stomach was in her throat and her heart was beating so fast, she expected it to burst from her chest at any moment. Cold chills struck her, a damp sweat coating her whole body.

  Kampbell had no idea what to do. Ash had told her to fight. The one weekend self-defense class she’d taken a few years ago wasn’t going to help her here. What had they told her? She racked her brain, trying to remember the things the instructor had said. Weapons, anything could be a weapon. What weapons did she have? She looked around the room.

  A crystal lamp, which was on the other side of the room, behind the beast. Some fluffy pillows, great, we can have a pillow fight. Hmmm, a vase full of flowers.

  My Nook.

  She glanced at the Nook and something told her to pick it up. You need to delete—? The story? Was that what Ash had been trying to tell her before he’d shifted?

  Quickly opening the e-reader, she powered it on as she watched the beast prepare to charge her. Jumping into the next room, she ran through the space, trying to leap over pieces of furniture as her fingers pulled the book up from her library. She felt his fingers entwine in her hair and yank her back.

  “You will open your legs and I will come.” The beast drug her to him, and the Nook nearly fell from her fingers. With immaculate grace, she caught the thing and drew it close. Pushing her to the floor, the beast spread her legs as he hovered over her.

  She couldn’t keep her finger in place long enough to get the menu to come up while fighting him, so she went limp beneath it. It chuckled at her compliance and began to position her for its entry. A rending noise sounded as the beast ripped her panties in two, tugging her as he tore them away. He then leaned back and let out a mighty roar that made the entire room vibrate with dread. Tears stung her eyes. She struggled to see the screen as her trembling fingers worked over the smooth surface.

  The menu popped up. She watched as her shaking finger moved back to the screen. Remove from Home. Pressing the button, she watched as the cover disappeared from view.

  She squeezed her eyes shut in fear, not knowing if she’d been right, awaiting the moment she’d be raped and taken to hell. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, a dull roar that muted out just about everything else. Any second now, he’d plow through her, ripping her in two.

  Any second.

  Opening one eye, she looked before her. No gnarled hands touched her. No sounds came from behind her. The Nook that had been on the floor before her was gone. Checking around her, she didn’t see it anywhere. She whipped around, still ready to fight whatever monster remained, her whole body trembling.

  Nothing was there. No demon. No Ash.

  She was utterly alone.

  Jumping from the floor, she ran from room to room, checking it for the demon or her e-reader, but there were no signs of either. She leaned against the bathroom door, her torn panties sliding down her hips and a sob escaped her lips. Kampbell slid down the doorframe as tears slid down her face, her body shaking from the intensity of her fear. Great sobs of relief swamped her, and she let the emotion run through her.

  She hadn’t cried in years. There was something cathartic about it. And then she realized she wasn’t just crying over the near rape she’d just endured, but the loss of the wonderful man that the monster had replaced. Was he just a figment of her imagination, as fictional as the characters in her books?

  Once the worst of the crying was over, she stood and looked herself in the mirror. No one would ever believe her, hell, she wasn’t sure she believed what had happened had been real. She rinsed a washcloth out in hot water and wiped away her tears.

  When her green eyes went back to the mirror, she had a sudden realization. She’d already started falling for a man who could never be.

  Chapter Five

  “Hey, Kam, what’s up?”

  Kampbell looked up from her desk at Steve lounging in the doorway to her office. She’d left the convention the same day as Azmaroth’s attack. There was no way she could stay there one minute longer. Claiming illness, she’d flown home and stayed the rest of the week in her apartment with the blinds closed tight.

  Sweet, sensual dreams of Ashton had slowly switched into nightmares of the beastly Azmaroth attempting to rape her every single night since. It had been three weeks and she wasn’t sure she was going to get over the trauma of the experience or of how much she still yearned for the man who could have been. Work had helped to keep her mind occupied, somewhat. She didn’t feel on her “A” game, but it was something to do besides moon over someone who wasn’t even real.

  Steve stood staring at her expectantly and she realized she’d drifted again, without ever answering him. “Sorry, just really busy with the new campaign.”

  “Well, I have some news for you.”

  She gazed at him, awaiting whatever mundane news he had to bestow upon her, biding her time until he left her be.

  “Axelrod gave me grief for sending you to the NYC Convention and I told him if we could find a Director of Finance, I wouldn’t have had to send you.”

  But you work hard enough for two men, Steve. “You need me to organize any adverts?”

  “Nah, we had human resources take care of that when you were out sick. Axelrod and I just hired a great candidate, he starts on Monday. So, you won’t have to go listen to any more financial “mumbo-jumbo” anymore, as you put it.” He’d waved his fingers in the air as he’d said mumb-jumbo and she almost felt the inner workings of a smile play across her lips.

  Almost. Even Steve acting like a goof wasn’t going to do the trick this time.

  “Hey, Kam, are you okay? You haven’t been yourself since you’ve been sick. I’m starting to worry.”

  She was stunned by his concern and the very first real inkling of consideration the man had ever displayed. Her eyes rounded and she gave him a good, hard look. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

  “I can’t seem to completely shake this bug, but I’ll be fine.” She summoned up the best fake smile she could plaster across her face. But then it shifted into a real one when she considered his seemingly heartfelt words. “Thanks for noticing, Steve. I appreciate it. I really do.”

  “Don’t mention it. We don’t tell you enough how much we appreciate all the things you do around here.”

  Had the Steve she knew had a personality transplant, or was all the nookie he was getting from Glenda making him a nicer person? She needed to remember to buy that woman a coffe
e the next time they bumped into one another in the coffeeshop downstairs. She could only stare at him as he backed away from her door.

  “Oh, one more thing. I’m taking tomorrow off, getting a head-start on the weekend, heading out of town. But this guy is really eager to start, so he may come in tomorrow to review some of the financials with Helen so he has an idea what he’ll be tackling on Monday. He’s taking the office beside yours, so if you see a dark-haired stranger, don’t be nervous. Big dude, but he seems like an okay guy. Make sure you introduce yourself if he comes in.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “Ashton Hawkins the Fourth.”

  Her stomach tumbled over and she felt the room spin.

  “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Steve took two steps into her office.

  “I’m good.” She put up her hand to stop him from coming any further. “Did you just say Ashton Hawkins the Fourth?”

  “Yeah, do you know him?”

  “The name—” Brings me both pleasure and fear. “—rings a bell.”

  “He was one of the speakers at the conference you were at, so perhaps that’s where you’ve heard of him. He doesn’t seem as pretentious as the name implies. I think he’ll fit in here well.”

  “Let’s hope.” Her mind was racing, wondering if Azmaroth was chasing her down.

  “Kampbell, you need to go back and see your doctor. You don’t look well. Actually, you literally look green at the moment.”

  She collected her purse and rose from her chair. “I think I’m going to head out a little early and get some rest, if you don’t mind. A good night’s sleep will do me wonders.”

  Like she’d be able to sleep a wink.

  “Yeah, sure. But if you don’t feel any better tomorrow, call a doctor. Promise?”