Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More]

by Vin Stephens

  Yet again his voice triggered her climax, and she shattered into a thousand pieces. Her keening cry pierced through the air and mingled with the men’s hoarse shouts of release.

  Devon coaxed her mercilessly. “More, my luscious slave.”

  Hot, creamy moisture flowed and then trickled until Sin fell forward, light-headed and faint. Sandwiched between the two virile males, her body jerked and trembled uncontrollably. Everything ceased to exist except for this moment, this feeling of utter completion. Exhaustion made her eyelids droop heavily, and fatigue made her body lax as she drifted toward the welcoming arms of darkness.

  * * * *

  Devon waited until the last second as her eyes finally fell fully closed before instructing, “Tie her hands.” As Kyle moved off Sin to do his bidding, Timber also gently slipped free. He looked at Devon for confirmation. Devon nodded.

  Timber padded across the bedroom naked and pulled out a handful of blindfolds that had been neatly folded in a drawer.

  “The black silk one.” Devon wanted to be reminded of her dark eyes that would be hidden from his view.

  Only once Kyle had secured her hands to the bed frame and Timber had tied the blindfold around her eyes did Devon begin to undress. His friends moved away silently. They knew his habits and never questioned his authority. Sometimes they stayed to watch, and other times they didn’t. Devon was not surprised when they chose to remain. Had he had the pleasure of being as intimate with beautiful Sin as they had just been, he would have been equally reluctant to leave her as well. Wordlessly, they retreated to their corners. He would not be disturbed.

  Devon slipped his shirt off his shoulders and carefully laid it over a chair back. He pulled off his pants and treated them with the same care. He never wore restricting underwear. His socks and shoes were already neatly placed beneath the chair. Silently he approached the handcuffed, blinded, slumbering beauty on the bed. He would have liked to have her hands explore every inch of his body. He would have loved to look into her eyes as he plunged into her. But that could never be. Her words about inner beauty touched him, but utterances of the lips were easy enough to make, and he was not ready to test the truth in hers.

  Almost reverently, he touched her cheeks. She was so smooth and soft. In sleep, she appeared even more fragile. His tender touch moved down her throat as she stretched. Her breasts were perfection and fitted comfortably in his large hands. The contrast of her milky, unflawed skin against his own dark, scarred hand was striking. She was truly a fair princess to his beastly form. He leaned down and tasted her relaxed nipple, marveling at the pure sweetness of unblemished beauty. Not for the first time, he wondered if he got such a thrill out of spanking simply because it marred a purity he did not possess. Sin moaned as her nipples were slowly aroused under his ministrations, and his wayward thoughts were mercifully redirected.

  He moved up to her face once again and kissed her lips softly. Sin sighed, and he used the opportunity to delve deeper into her mouth. He took his leisure in savoring her unique flavor before withdrawing. “Wake up, my beautiful slave.”

  “Mm…” Sin shifted, but a soft snore alerted Devon that she was not completely roused.

  He didn’t understand how this speaking-into-her-mind thing worked, or if he would succeed now that she was not sexually peaking, but he tried anyway. “Sin, my pet. Your Master orders you to wake up.”

  The only indication she gave in having heard him was the slight twitch of her lips. He could not even see if her lids flustered beneath the dark silk.

  “You had better learn that although I will wait, my patience has a limit.” Annoyed, Devon strode to a little bar fridge cleverly hidden within the wall panels. He grabbed a chunk of ice cubes and tossed them into a bowl. He muttered in irritation as he returned to the sleeping beauty. “And right now that limit has been reached.”

  He parted her thighs and pussy folds with infinite care. Spotting the delicious-looking love bud, he flicked and teased it mercilessly until it hardened and came out to play. The soft snores told Devon that only her cunt was up for playtime, and that would not do. He wanted the whole woman attached to that pussy, and he wanted her now. He picked up the largest piece of ice and held it to her hot clitoris in an unyielding ironclad grip. She came awake bucking and cursing like a sailor’s wife. Devon didn’t release the pressure. He always got what he wanted.

  * * * *

  Sin had been gliding peacefully through a warm, hazy dream of dancing flowers, chirping birds, and fluttering butterflies when suddenly she felt as though she was being doused by a cloud burst of frigid water. She gulped as she came fully awake. “What the hell?” Everything was pitch-black. Her wrists hurt terribly each time she tried to budge. And that bloody cold just wasn’t going away. Her pussy was now so frozen it burned.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to begin pleading for mercy when the iciness suddenly disappeared and was replaced by melting warmth. A mouth? She moaned as blessed heat rushed to her pussy. The tiny pinpricks of pain as the blood flooded the area made her tingle. She gasped as the welcome tongue moved away, and once again the ice was back. “Nooo.” She wailed her agony, praying her tormentor would show mercy.

  The tongue came back, and she hissed with sweet relief. The hot point searched out her sensitive G-spot, and Sin was suddenly thrown into another world yet again. Liquid desire flooded her pussy channels, and she twitched under the salacious assault. Just as she was about to surrender to the tide threatening to sweep her away, the delightful sensations ceased altogether. She groaned in disappointment.

  “Good. You’re awake.”

  Devon? Why on earth couldn’t she see? As much she tried to force her lids open, they would not lift. Sin stilled. She yanked her hands softly. Tied. Shit. Tilting her head, she felt the soft fabric rub against her bare shoulder. Blindfolded. Holy fuck. “What are you going to do to me?”

  Silence so thick she could practically taste it greeted her question. Puzzled and more than a little afraid that she’d been deserted, she tried to calm her scrambling mind. Slowly, comprehension dawned on her, and she slipped into her role as easily as she would into a warm bubble bath. A surge of adrenaline and excitement, intermingled with a dose of fear and anxiety, strummed through her.

  She revised her words. “I’m awake, Master.”

  “I don’t like to be kept waiting, my sweet slave.” Sin shivered at the deep, husky baritone. Devon did not sound pleased.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  She felt his strong hands cup and weigh her breasts. “Do you think you should be punished?”

  Sin’s senses were lost in the titillating buzz his hands were causing on her breasts. He could do whatever he wanted so long as he released this pressure that was building within her. Her silence made his hands squeeze tighter. Sin mumbled incoherently and arched her back, begging for his touch.

  Devon seized her nipples. He pinched hard as he tugged on them. Sin mewled as pain and pleasure mixed to form a heady concoction that dripped from her barren pussy. The walls clenched, desperately seeking solace. Devon snapped at her as he rolled and tweaked her nipples mercilessly. “You like being punished?”

  Her lips trembled, but she ruthlessly kept her admission locked inside.

  One hand left her breast, and there was a sharp slap on her sensitized mons. The folds in her pussy contracted, more from shock than pain. “I asked you a question, my pet.”

  Sin wrenched on her restraints helplessly. She wanted to touch him so badly. If she could just rake her nails down his back, he would know the truth without her having to say it out loud.

  Another stinging smack to her pussy had her thrashing wildly. “I can’t hear you, my slave.”

  Sin cried out long and mournful. Couldn’t he hear the wet sounds of her weeping pussy? She nodded frantically, praying he would not leave her wanting.

  “Say it.” His demand was punctuated with a quick succession of triple strikes to her soaked cunt.

  “Yes, d
amn you.”

  “Yes who?” He smacked her hard again.

  Sin screamed at the acute pleasure that coursed through her. “Yes, Master. Yes.”

  Her hips lifted, awaiting his punishing hand. But it did not come. Instead he pulled her legs apart savagely. Sin tensed as she felt the tip of his penis tease her pussy entrance. She swallowed and lay perfectly still.

  His tall, hard body stretched over her. Thick fingers grasped her jaw, angling her head to his satisfaction. His other hand grasped her hair in a brutal hold. Hot breath fanned over her parched lips. “You have pleased your Master. You shall be rewarded.”

  Sin yelled out shrilly as he simultaneously drove into both her pussy and her mouth. He swallowed her cries as his tongue dueled fiercely with hers. His cock was large and as hard as granite. Sin bit down on his tongue as the entrance of her pussy burned at the massive intrusion. He simply tightened his hold on her jaw and withdrew his cock slowly.

  He slammed into her hard, driving the breath right out of her. “I can feel how wet your pussy is from your spanking.”

  The passages deep within her intimate channel sucked hungrily on his thick length. She looped her legs around his hips, wantonly urging him to move faster. He was all controlling and consuming. She felt filled, surrounded, and entirely engulfed by his powerful presence. He demanded everything within her. Her mind raced aimlessly, her soul shouted in jubilation, and her body surrendered into his keeping.

  “That’s a good slave. Your Master has just what you need.” He kept her fully pinned down as he pumped slowly at first. As his pace picked up, Sin struggled to move with him. His each stroke was so sure and so steady, hitting just that tender spot deep inside her. All she wanted to do was cling onto his ass cheeks and enjoy their powerful, expert flexing. Their bodies meshed together. Her breasts, stomach, and inner thighs, every part that met with his body, were tormented by hard, swollen ridges. The uneven, coarse lacerations across his flesh tantalized and taunted her softness. “I cannae take more. Please free me.”

  “Come for me, my precious slave.” He bit down on her bottom lip. “Now.”

  All the scattered stimuli converged to a single centrifugal point at his command. Sin exploded. She shouted her release as liquid fire burst free and raced down her womanly passage. The heavy pulsing of his cock’s swollen head as he flooded her with his seed accompanied his raw, conquering roar. On and on she convulsed until there was nothing more to give, until she had nothing left to own. Her Master owned her.

  Sin moaned in desolation as she sensed his withdrawal. She was not ready for his abandonment. This was the first time a man had satisfied her so thoroughly. She wanted the moment to go on forever and never end. Thankfully, he did not go far. His hand petted her body tenderly, and she could just picture him sitting beside her. Softly she whispered, “I would rather see you and touch you.”

  His fingers stilled. Sin deduced he was weighing his options. She held her breath expectantly. His voice, when it came at last, was laced with pain and regret. “Not tonight, my sweet. If you are to keep me content, you must get lots of rest. I am a demanding man. Sleep.”

  As his lips touched her forehead, Sin exhaled her grief. He would not trust her with the sight of his body. Slumber suddenly took the form of a living entity and beckoned to her. She gave in to it, feeling safe and secure while Devon’s heat still remained close.

  Chapter 4

  Sin was restless and very concerned. How the hell had six days passed so quickly? Devon had certainly backed his warning up admirably. Every night after sharing dinner together, Timber, Kyle, and Devon took her body to new, unexplored heights. And each day she had slept half the daylight away. But today she’d awoken with resolve. While Devon had settled into the cycle of claiming the last sleepy dredges of her nights, she hadn’t. She had to do something before her time ran out, and the first step was to gain more information.

  “Cherry.” She rushed ahead before the slight woman could disappear like she’d been doing the last few days upon sighting her. “Wait. I need your help.”

  Cherry stopped and eyed her suspiciously. “What possible help could a common prostitute need?”

  Sin sighed. “Don’t tell me you are still harboring feelings for Devon. If I were to tell you what goes on when darkness reigns, you would surely run in the other direction.”

  “Master Devon is a kind, compassionate man. You think frightening me will secure this hold you seem to have on him. You make it sound like you are this powerful, strong woman when all you are is a plain old slut, but he will tire of you soon enough.”

  “I am strong, Cherry.” And for the first time in her life, she actually believed that. Vice, evil delinquent that he was, had been right all along. It was strange how it had taken her complete submission to three dominating men for her to finally realize her true value. She had blossomed and grown under their attention. On a darker note, her father’s demonic nature had manifested itself in her lustful, insatiable character. Selfishly, she refused to return to her previous half-existence. This was who she truly was, the daughter of a woman and spawn of a demon. “Listen to me closely. If you think you can handle no less then three men all at the same time, plugging your ass, pussy, and mouth simultaneously, then I will personally welcome your participation.”

  Cherry’s eyes widened. “You would spread vicious lies about Master Devon’s sexual exploits?”

  “I tell you only the truth. Now if you don’t believe me, I will gladly invite you to witness a part of our sexual exploits.” The part when Devon is not front stage and center, of course. “After that, you decide on your own that there is a young gentleman more suited to your tastes.”

  “You would never allow me to spy on your fucking.”

  Actually, Sin found the idea quite stimulating. “I would if you do me a favor.” She waited and accepted Cherry’s silence as agreement. “I need to know how to contact Timber.”

  “That’s all?” Cherry stuck her chin out stubbornly. “You want to trick me.”

  “Tonight, Cherry. Give me Timber’s phone number, and I will arrange for your private show this very night.”

  Indecision surfaced as tiny lines on her smooth forehead. After what appeared like an eternity, Cherry finally nodded. “But if you break your word, I will do every thing in my power to have you thrown out.”

  As if. Sin schooled her features into sincerity. “Brand me and name as you will, but I possess honor. I never break my vows. Now give me the number.”

  Sin smiled at Timber as they shared a table beside the outdoor pool. In the sunlight, the man was simply breathtaking. His tan glowed like polished bronze, as he languished in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the scorching rays. “Thank you for coming to see me.”

  Timber nodded. “It would have pleased me more to take you out.”

  Heat crept up Sin’s throat as she gestured to her flimsy attire. “These are all the clothes I have.”

  Sapphire gems glowed wickedly as Timber assessed her from head to toes. “It would have pleased me even more to take you out as you are.”

  Sin giggled. “Devon burned all my underwear.”

  “Oh.”

  Oh indeed. Without panties and a bra, her every secret would be openly exposed. She pondered on how to broach the subject. She had to be tactful. Timber struck her as the serious, straight-forward type. He wouldn’t fall for coy tactics. “I have been lonely during the days and thought it would be nice to get to know you better.”

  Amusement softened his features. “Just me?”

  “Oh, all right.” Sin blew out a breath of exasperation. “I am curious about how this trio was formed. How did you meet with Devon?”

  “Ah, Devon. And so she reveals her true intentions.” He laughed gruffly. “No need to be embarrassed. I have noticed the way you respond to him. Your body ignites when he is near.”

  It did more than ignite. Devon was the catalyst to an ever-smoldering fire within her. She nodded her confession. “So wi
ll you tell me?”

  “I don’t see a reason why not.” He reached out and grabbed the bottle of beer. Sin admired the length of his throat as he chugged at his beverage as only a man could. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. She swallowed thirstily. She blinked away her distraction as he spoke. But the twinkle in his eyes told her clearly that he knew where her thoughts had drifted to—the wicked bedroom. “Devon was around twenty-three when Kyle and I met him. He was our senior in more ways than the meager three years.”

  Sin understood perfectly. Devon was a dominant man. He could make an eighty-year-old look like his junior. “So you met at college.”

  “Well, Kyle and I were in university at the time. Devon, well let’s just say, he preferred a different kind of education called “living experience.” While Kyle and I were born into the lap of luxury, Devon was born with a mind to produce wealth from sand.”

  “Ah. So you were lulled in by this bad boy who lived life by his own rules.”

  “At first, yes. But in time, Kyle and I decided we wanted more out of life than simply existing beneath our influential parents’ shadows. We became the investors in the pipe dreams Devon created.”

  Sin looked around the impressive surroundings. “I’ll say there were a lot more than pipe dreams.”

  Timber laughed. “It was not all rosy and clean to begin with.” He leaned closer. “Devon more than tripled all our money within the first year just by money lending.”

  Sin knew all about that. It was how she now found herself in this predicament. “How did everything grow to these proportions?”

  “Import and export. Devon became interested in the differences between international currencies. He bought from places of lower value and shipped them off where the goods would rake in more cash.”

  “And how do you all work together?”

  “Devon, of course, rules the empire. He has the ultimate say in what and where we buy and sell. Kyle, the sweet-tongued devil, deals with our customers and makes them buy more than they need. I handle the supplier end.”