Constricted: Beyond the Brothel Walls

by Ryans, Rae

  I stared at his red eyes, glowing in the night. He wanted me gone as much as he wanted me to succeed. The devil and my brother, bound together inside a magnificent beast. To kill one was to eliminate the other, and killing me was the only way I knew how to break us from the curse.

  The car door opened as I sighed in his direction. Did he know the fate that awaited him or the pain it caused me? My eyes skirted to Korri, asleep on the front seat. She didn’t deserve this, but I had no choice but to use her. Demon Spawn, could she accept him too? The good in me, I didn’t realize I had any left, but Korrigan had found it in less than a day.

  My hands grasped carefully under her arms, and I dragged her weightless body from the car. She slept and didn’t stir as I cradled her to me. I’d fatten her up though. My fingers ran over the sunken ridges of her ribs. Jules would have to pay; I vowed that much before I died. His entire operation must come down. I carried her inside, nodding to Mellissa and her husband Jobe as they waited in the foyer and had opened the front door.

  “Milord, I’ll be right up and tend to her.” I handed her the sack from the bakery, and she opened the package.

  “Those are for you two, and the lemon she picked out for you, Mellissa.” Her hand touched her heart, and she smiled wide. “I think she loves you more than me,” I joked.

  “Pish-posh, milord, ye get that wee thing to bed and ring if ye need us.” She leaned forward and pecked my cheek, and I bade them a good night.

  I took my time climbing the stairs, because I wasn’t prepared to end the night. As selfish as that sounded, I didn’t care and berated myself for insisting on separate bedrooms. That had nothing to do with sex; I wanted her in my arms and touching me. The door to her room was ajar, and I walked in, laying her on the bed. She’d have to sleep in her clothes because if I undressed her … no, I couldn’t do that and keep my wits.

  “Korri,” I whispered, nudging her. She tossed her head and mumbled, but her eyes stayed closed. I kissed her forehead and said goodnight. My hand flipped the switch on my way out. I made it a few steps out of her door before she screamed. Running back to her side, Korri sat up, and her eyes were wider than saucers. “I’m here,” I said as she whimpered, clawing into my neck.

  Her heart beat fast, and her skin shined under the moonlight peeking into her window. The way the moonshine bathed around her was angelic.

  “Petre,” she said and clung to me. “I had a nightmare. Thank God it was just a dream.” Her whispered words shook her whole frame.

  I stroked her hair as my hand tangled into the pinned mass. “Let’s get you changed, and you can tell me about it.” She nodded and climbed over me. The strange part was, she left all the lights off and maneuvered without any problems as if she’d lived here all her life. As far as I knew, vampires and demons were the only ones who could do that, but she wasn’t dead, and I’d know if she were a demon. They smelled of ash. “Do you need a light?”

  “Nope,” she said. She fumbled in the closet. Oh, it took every ounce of strength not to act as I heard her dress fall to the floor. Korri poked her head out and asked, “Mind if I jump in the shower?”

  I could have used an icy cold shower myself or perhaps a naked romp with the snow. “Go ahead.” My head shook as I smiled to myself. Would she ever learn that she didn’t require my permission? “Shower up and if you’re not tired, I’ll start a movie.”

  She said she wasn’t tired after the dream. Her eyes stayed wide, and Kor’s lip quivered as she closed the door to the bathroom. The pipes groaned as she turned the water on, and I headed into our shared living room to pick a movie from my collection.

  There were many left over from before the collapse. Maybe if I could show her how the world used to work, she’d be more agreeable to the truth of the world we lived in now. I was half-tempted to pop in my copy of Pretty Woman. Korri might not appreciate that just yet. I continued to distract myself as I thumbed through Blu-Ray discs, or else I’d have run out of excuses not to join Korrigan. The film needed romance, nothing too scary or violent either, but not too much comedy or sex. I tapped my chin. The Princess Bride came to mind, and I fished through my last case to get the disc.

  After finding the perfect movie, I decided to make sure everything else was set for comfort. I wanted Korri as close to me, preferably cuddled against me, through the movie. Any excuse for me to hold onto her longer. As if summoned, she wrapped herself in that tatty robe and padded into the living room. “Wait for me.”

  My mouth dropped including my fangs as I eyed her damp hair, trailing streams of water down her neck. The dampness pooled between her breasts as they rose and fell with little breaths. She was trying to kill me. Not a stitch of clothing underneath her robe, and the garment was thin enough I’d even made out the dark circles of her perky nipples.

  “Angel,” I said, finding my words. Korri made a soft sound and glanced to me. “You’ve got to put more clothes on.” I took a step toward her as my stomach swirled. Her hand reached for the tie, and as the robe slipped to the floor, my cock hardened. I palmed my face as the words groaned from my parched lips, “Good God woman.”

  Her brow rose a fraction as she turned around, exposing those marks on her back. Red, pink, and faded white slashes lined her back. “You didn’t pick me anything,” she said and flashed a grin over her shoulder. Her ass wiggled, and I just about came in my trousers. Who was this Vixen and what had she done with my precious, sweet, and innocent Korri?

  Torn, I couldn’t decide if I should plant my ass on the sofa or go to her. What did she want me to do? Those dark lashes batted at me; she flirted … maybe. What if she wasn’t?

  The air thickened with her desire. “Korri,” I said a little too harsh. She ignored me and bent over, revealing glistened folds of swollen flesh. Heat surged through my loins as my desire grew to an intolerable level. My feet shuffled closer. They moved faster, and I couldn’t stop myself. Korrigan wiggled her hips as I curled my fingers around her ivory flesh and drew her ass against my strained cock. “You are tempting the devil,” I whispered into her ear as she stood up, robe in hand.

  She rubbed against me, and I groaned into her ear. My mouth nibbled on her earlobe as I wrapped my arms around her middle. She grabbed my hands and moved them to her breasts. “I won’t let you lose control.”

  “Angel you can’t—”

  “Touch me, Petre. I want you to touch me.” Korri trailed my right hand down her flat belly, and I sucked in a breath as I reached the damp curls nestled between her thighs. “See what your kisses did to me?”

  My lips kissed her neck as my hand worked between her small, firm breasts. Korri held my other hand captive between her trembling thighs. My hard on remained pinned, grinding into her backside when a thought came to me. “Can I taste you?”

  “Hmm,” she murmured. “What do you mean?”

  Not something I wanted to explain, and I asked her if I could show her instead. At least I could guarantee it wouldn’t hurt even if she didn’t like it. She agreed, and I even added that she could punish me if I lied. Korri rolled her eyes at that one, but I wanted her to trust me when it came to her body.

  Slowly I turned her around and leaned in to kiss her soft lips. My hand stroked over her moist slit as her hands unbuttoned my shirt. Her breathing grew harsher even though I used the lightest of touches. I pulled away as she released a tiny gasp. “Don’t stop,” she said and leaned against my bare chest. Her hips rocked, but I started to draw my hand away. At that rate, she would explode before I’d made it down her body. Korri snatched my hand and shoved it back. “I … said …”

  Her eyes widened, and her body arched, grinding her nipples against my chest. Yes, she was close, and I smiled wide. Korri’s nails dug into my chest as her head fell back. Her mouth slacked open, and she cried out as her body shuddered against mine. I couldn’t recall anything more beautiful than watching her release.

  Korri’s eyes opened as I slowed down my strokes. “What … was … that …?” she as
ked in between tremors.

  “Orgasm,” I said, and my heart swelled knowing I’d brought her the first release. My eyes and ears were the ones to enjoy her glistening body and sweet cries. She smiled wider, giddy as her body came down from its high. I removed my hand and brought a finger to my lips, pausing to inhale her honey-vanilla scent, before licking it clean. The sweet-tangy nectar rolled over my tongue, and I wanted more. “I didn’t get to taste you though, so …”

  My words trailed as I lowered my lips to her neck. Korri gasped as my mouth glided over her dewy skin, and down to her breasts. I paused at her taut nipples, swirling my tongue over each hardened bud, and relishing in her increased heartbeat. “You taste like heaven,” I whispered against her skin as she shivered.

  I ventured lower, reaching her navel, and glancing up. If she didn’t realize what I was about to do then, she’d know soon enough. My hands found hers and guided them to my head as I dipped into her curls. My tongue darted into her slit, lapping and savoring her orgasm. She froze at first, but as my mouth suckled her clit, angel melted. Korri cried out, through her rough breaths, but I couldn’t stop. Almost as bad as blood, I needed her, any part of her she was willing to give.

  I moaned against her as she tugged my head closer. My hand fell to my cock, still enclosed by my trousers. While I ate her pussy, my hand stroked the fabric outline, imagining this hot, delicious heat encased by it. She cried my name as her hips rocked faster. My tongue slid into her hole as she shattered again and wobbled to the floor. I moved with her, no intention of stopping until the last wave of bliss washed over her.

  Her hips bucked against my mouth as she cried my name again, begging me to stop. I chuckled, blowing my breath against her clit, before kissing my way up her body. “What was that one called?” she asked as I paused to tease her nipples

  “Cunninglus.” I chuckled. “The slang is eating out.” My body pressed against hers, and her warm arms pulled me closer. “Promise to let me do it every night,” I said, gazing into her wild eyes.

  Korri’s cheeks flushed, and the blush spread downward to her chest. Radiance flowed from her as the energy washed over my skin. My lips dropped to hers as my cock throbbed against her stomach. She’d have to start the movie without me, because it wasn’t going away, not as long as her scent permeated the air, and her desire lingered in my mouth.

  “Go get dressed and start the movie,” I said, dragging myself away. She didn’t say anything as I left the room and closed my door. As soon as the coast was clear, my trousers fell to the floor, and my fist surrounded the girth. I couldn’t recall ever being that hard before, every vein bulging. Standing, I stroked, my eyes closing and picturing Korri’s face. The warmth of her, that smile, I wanted all of her. My head flung back against the bedpost, and my hips swayed, pumping against my hand.

  The door nudged open, but I knew she was there. Her heartbeat and scent grew stronger. A breeze hit my skin, and I knew she stood inside the room, but I didn’t dare open my eyes.

  “Stop,” she said. “Let me.”

  “No angel.” Her finger pressed to my lips as her dainty hand wrapped around my shaft. I groaned from her heat, but more so because it was her. She stroked slowly as her lips kissed my jaw. “Yes,” I hissed as her thumb rolled over my slit.

  Something wet glided over my cock, but her mouth was on my chest. I glanced down, watching her rub her hand over her pussy, then rubbing her essence over my dick. It was the next best thing to burying myself between her thighs.

  “Come for me baby,” she said as her hand pumped me fast and hard.

  I grabbed her head and crushed her lips to mine. The moment my tongue hit hers, my body tensed, and I grunted against her mouth. My cock jerked and shot my seed over her belly and breasts as my legs trembled. Korri broke away grinning like the Cheshire cat as her finger collected my essence off her breasts and licked it clean. I collapsed onto the bed and watched her taste me as my dick hardened again.

  “Korri.” Her name became a hoarse whisper, and I closed my eyes. “As amazing as that was, you don’t have to—”

  I groaned as her lips wrapped around my head. My hands fisted the comforter; I grabbed anything to not force her mouth down. “Oh God, Kor.”

  Her mouth slid down to the base of my dick, and words refused to form. My eyes rolled back into my head as she worked my cock with those sweet wet lips. Her hands skimmed my thighs, stroking up my chest and down again. I wanted to reach out to her, to stop her, but my mind reeled against the thought as my hips rocked with gentle thrusts.

  Korrigan slid her mouth from my cock and kissed her way up my chest. She rubbed her pussy against me, the rich heat penetrating my nerves. I blinked in disbelief and opened my mouth to protest, but she shook her head no. As much as I wanted it, we both knew sex was too soon, and already we’d ventured farther than I’d anticipated. I’d only been set on pleasing her, but this was all her doing, and I prayed she never stopped.

  “Don’t worry; I’ll be good.” Korri ground her wet pussy lips across my dick. She whimpered as her hips bucked faster, closer to another release. My hands cupped her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples.

  Her breath hitched as her back arched. I leaned forward, kissing her neck. “Drink me,” she whispered. “Please do it,” Kor cried at my reluctance. My fangs pierced her flesh as the warm blood splashed against my tongue. Honey as sweet as her skin and as hot as her pussy, her blood flooded my mouth, and she became mine. Truly, no other vampire could touch her as long as I lived.

  As my venom reached her heart, she screamed, rocketed her release against me and in turn, my cock exploded, erupting between our bellies. I dragged my mouth away, careful not to take too much blood, and sealed her wounds with my tongue. Korri panted and struggled to catch her breath. Those amber eyes blazed, turning redder than I’d seen them before.

  Her lips dropped to mine, spread wide into a smile. “Hey handsome,” she said, stroking my jaw. “Tired yet?”

  I laughed, rolling her over, and kissing her neck. Damp waves cascaded over the pillows, but her widened eyes bounced over the canopy poles. My hands caressed her sides and tickled her ribs. “I don’t actually sleep much,” I said.

  “Sleep was the only peace I ever had,” Korri said and wrapped her arms around my neck. My hair fell into her face, and she released a giggle. “You’ve given me that when I’m awake too.”

  “I loved what you did for me.” Korrigan’s brows knitted together, and I tried to figure out the best way to voice my concerns. “I meant what I said, angel, you don’t have to bear any obligation to …” Thank goodness I wasn’t human, or else my face would have caught fire. “You are incredible, and I’ve not felt this alive …” Crap, she didn’t know what I was yet. I tossed myself off her and sighed. Korri rolled over and nestled against my chest. “You mean more to me than this.”

  She was silent for a few moments, and I thought she fell asleep. “I had a dream on the way back,” she said. Kor had mentioned a dream, but she’d awoken from it screaming. “Petre you died and left me alone.” Warm tears rolled down her cheek and splashed against my chest.

  “I’m hard to kill.” I smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead. But I didn’t like where this dream was headed. Humans shouldn’t have this much insight into my world. Danger lurked around every corner.

  “You wanted to die, and it was my fault.” She added, “In the dream; it was my fault.”

  I bit my lip. No, nothing could have been her fault. The blame had always lived with Nicolai and me. But what could I say to that and not lie to her? Nothing unless I confirmed the accuracy, but she’d never love me if she knew I would up and leave her one day. I needed to talk to Tom. “How often do your dreams come true?”

  She rolled off me and stood up. “All the time,” she said and walked out my door. Yes, I needed to speak with him tonight.

  Chapter Seven

  I grabbed the tatty robe and headed into my bathroom, intent to scrub Petre from my s
haky body. Why had he bought me if he didn’t even want me? Why buy a courtesan if he wanted to die? I’ thought giving myself to him would’ve changed his mind, but he didn’t deny anything either. Here, I’d thought God gave me him as a gift. His way of saying, “Hey, sorry Korri, for this shitty life I made and those disgusting men.”

  I swiped the tear away. No, this was another form of cruel punishment. Another reminder that I was worthless.

  The dream … Sure, it had frightened me. The tremors still rippled through my veins, but I didn’t know it was a glimpse of the future until I had gauged his reaction. Parts of this world I didn’t understand and there remained much for me to learn. Lies though, I’d learned how to spot liars.

  He wanted to leave me; Petre wanted to die. “Why?” The word whisked from my lips as I glanced toward his bedroom and sighed.

  Why did I think pleasing him, as he had me, would have changed that? As if he would’ve magically fallen to his knees and promised never to leave me. Why had I wanted him to if I hadn’t even loved him? My head ached the more I’d thought about the dream. But I still didn’t wanted Petre to die, nor did I want to become another man’s slave. I placed my hand over my raging heart; was that the reason my heart ached?

  In the bathroom, I glanced between the tub and the frosted glass shower stall. Both would’ve painted a gruesome scene, but one was a dream and the other a vision. I chose the dream. The hot water squeaked on, and I stepped in, keeping the cold water turned off. I needed to burn him from my mind, body, and mouth. My tears fell, but I no longer cared the cause. Was it because of Petre or the sweltering heat pelting against my tender skin? I didn’t care; emotions made me weak.

  My body slid to the shower stall floor, and I curled my knees to my chest. I wept, shivering in the steam, and staring at the red welts covering my skin. Just as I’d done in my dream. The blade I’d slit my wrists with wasn’t there, but the emotions poured thicker than blood. Would the whole truth have changed his mind? In the dream, after Petre had died, I’d taken my own life.