Double Down (Take a Gamble)

by Stella Price

  She snorted, "You got that right, as for the dark ages when was the last time you were in the Afterverse? That’s just what the place is. I have it figured, I just need to get this thing the hell off."

  “Yes well…” he brought her a drink and sat next to her on the large leather couch. “I think I might have an answer to your issues, but you probably are not going to be all gung ho for it.”

  But he was, oh lord was he. Life with her wouldn’t be dull, and the best he could hope for in a female companion was that she didn’t bore him. Shade has issues, issues that could keep him entertained for ages.

  Her eyes narrowed suspiciously but jiggled the cuff again. "Try me."

  “I’m sure you know how a Djinn’s powers work. Three wishes for 100 years of sexual slavery, a binding so to speak. We bind, you can wish that goddamn thing off, as well as two other things you could use to ensure your freedom, and then spend the next 100 years hanging out with me, gambling.”

  "Bless you, you have a hero complex." she sipped her drink. "I'm not sure you want to do that though, not for me. I don’t need saving. I'll bend the kid to my ways and if he doesn’t bend I'll have him killed. Five years max."

  Caleb shrugged. “Suit yourself. I don’t have a hero complex Shade, I do come out on top with that one. Beautiful demon at my sexual beck and call for 100 years? Not aging, never wanting for a damn thing and your little issue gets taken care of. Small price to pay for freedom, but hey, don’t mind me.”

  "It's not that, we'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. 100 years is a pretty long time when you think about it. It won’t be all betting and fucking, there’s social functions and parties. Plus my biological clock will have kicked in by then and you're hardly going to help me raise a gaggle of screaming kids now are you?" She touched his cheek lightly, knowing that would send him running for the hills. "Let me think about it."

  Caleb gave her a hearty laugh. “Shade, you don’t want help that’s fine, but lemme fix your misconceptions. One, you’re a royal, so am I. Nothing wrong with bringing you with me to anything I have to do. Second, we could make an arrangement. You’re right, I’m not really a tie down kinda guy, but must needs.” He grinned.

  “And as for the rug rats, not possible. Entering into a 100 year binding with a Djinn renders both parties sterile for the duration. Who wants a child to spoil the fun?”

  He finished his drink and then got up and grabbed the bottle and poured himself another dram. “It’s all your choice Demon.”

  "Ok." she held her breath. "I like the idea of an arrangement. We get on reasonably well and it’s not like I'll be moving in. We'll carry on the way we are and occasionally I'll pop in for some creative sex. There’s no hardship there. Not to mention the wishes.”

  “Well by arrangement I was thinking we spend some quality time spending my money gambling around the world. We can set it up so you can go where you want, but don’t be surprised if I just pop in for that aforementioned, ‘creative sex’.”

  "Pop in any time you like and I have my own money to spend though yours will come in handy. So how does it work?"

  Caleb leaned towards her and took another sip on his scotch. “How do most things happen? Sex my dear lovely demon. Wild, animalistic sex where you end up bound to me for 100 years.”

  "Mmmmm well that I am looking forward to." she finished her drink in one gulp setting it down moving flush against him. "When do we get to that?"

  “Just as soon as we get to open water. We have two days till we have to be back for the tourney… by then you will be well satisfied, bound to me irrevocably and no one can change that. Any idea on what you plan to wish for, you know, aside from getting that fucking thing off your wrist?”

  "If I word it right I can cover the cuff and the betrothal in one so that gives me two wishes to play with. Any suggestions?"

  “On two more wishes? Or wording?” he asked and pulled her to him.

  She kissed up his chin hands exploring him. "Wishes. Although the wordings important." she pulled away to look at him. "While we’re at it, Wishmaster’s just a stupid unfactual film right?”

  “My cousin says it’s the most hilarious drivel Wes Craven has ever come up with. I say there’s parts the king of horror got right, but we aren’t malevolent and we aren’t trying to enslave humanity.”

  "Sounds fair." she took his glass setting it next to her empty one then pushed him back on the chair straddling him.

  Caleb smirked and looked down the length of her body, her curves hugged perfectly in her form fitting dress. “Ooh you’re a tiger aren’t you?”

  "I've never had any complaints." she toyed with the buttons with his shirt. "I bite too but then so do you I'm sure."

  “I should hope not.” He pulled her close, his hands going into her hair and kissed her.

  “I hope you are ready for this pet.” He said in a growl.

  "Oh yes very."

  “So quickly your tune changes. No matter, this is what we bet on isn’t it?” he grinned and then kissed her again. His hands slipped from her hair to her waist and he cupped her bottom and stood.

  "Who said I changed my mind? I wanted you last night... and the time before that. Seeing you last night just added fuel to the fire.."

  “Did it?” He grinned and nipped her bottom lip.

  Caleb took her to the deck. The fresh ocean air was cool on their bodies, and carried the floral scents of the small garden island to the west of them. The stars above them were bright, unobscured by the lights of the now far off mainland. They were in open water, which was where they needed to be. Nothing could touch them there. No demons could reach them, especially with no lay lines in the vicinity.

  His hands left her rump and she tightened her thighs around his waist. His fingers trailed upwards, skimming the material of her dress and then the skin of her upper back.

  “Demon, you’re in so much fucking trouble.” He said, and went to the large silk covered deck lounge. He knelt on the cushion. “Take the dress off. I want to see your shadow Scars.”

  "Trouble? Baby you’re the one that ended up passed the hell out last time we did this." She stood fluidly, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor.

  Caleb went to his feet and unbuttoned his crimson shirt, and then tossed it over the arm of one of the closer chairs. He was imposing standing above her, a sexy smile plastered on his face. He watched her undress, his hands at the lip of his pants.

  “Only because you’re sexy ass drugged me. Payback woman.”

  He flicked a finger and unbuttoned the top button of his slacks, the action making the slightest fluctuations in the muscles in his chest and torso. He was cut, deliciously so, defined perfectly but not to the point of overdoing it.

  "Maybe, but you still drank the stuff. Here," she fell to her knees in front of him, her fingertips dancing over his front down to the zipper. "Let me take care of that." She deftly slid his pants off, taking his hardened shaft into her hands.

  Caleb bit back a groan. “Woman you have been wanting to do that since last night. So get your fill, cuz in about ten minutes I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to be screaming.”

  "I'll hold you to that." She lapped at him gently tasting his tip, down his shaft then his sac experimentally drawing it into her mouth with a moan. She drew away from it, licking back up to take him wholly into her mouth, swallowing him down completely, her lips tight around his base as her hands cupped his sac.

  Caleb growled and gripped her hair and then gently pulled her up off his shaft. “Oh no… that’s not how this is going to work…” he said through clenched teeth and flipped her over onto her knees. She was beautiful, looked back at him with a cant to her head. Her Shadow Scars were writhing, but slowly. The damn cuff was impeding his good time. He needed to get her bound, and quickly, so he could explore all that was her Shadows.

  "And just how is this going to work?" Her tongue ran over her glistening lips as a fine tremor of anticipation ran through her.


  Caleb smirked and gripped her hips and ran his cock along her nether lips. “Oh it’s going to work just fine…” he said and positioned himself and slammed into her, fitting like a key into a lock. He grunted and didn’t give her a second to adjust. Her body was warm, welcoming and tight as hell. He hissed and worked her hard, closing his eyes feeling the powers that made his race what they were come to the forefront.

  She fisted the deck, her nails scoring into the wood of the floor. Pushing back on him she moaned, the dark Shadows of her tattoo slowly making their way to reach out for him just as his power built between them growing in intensity.

  Caleb leaned down and offered her a pillow. “Baby you might wanna bite down on this,” he commented and then bit her shoulder. “Naughty little Demon. You shouldn’t have kept me from this tight little pussy so long… You’re gripping me like you have been starving for my cock…”

  His magic roared in him. “So fucking tight and warm baby… And you on your fucking knees with your ass in the air is perfect.” He slapped her ass hard.

  She came violently bucking back onto him, thrusting her hands between her legs to grasp him. The Shadows though muted, danced and writhed reaching for him but never quite making it.

  “That’s it baby… shoulders down… don’t make me do it for you… and no touching… I will restrain you. Take it Shade…” he gripped her hips harder and then swiveled his hips. “Ummm gotta make more room than that baby…” he murmured. The magic rolled over them and he gasped as he felt it release from his aura.

  She came again screaming him name into the night. Her face was flat on the floor the pillow forgotten scattered across out of reach.

  Caleb hissed and leaned down. “Do you feel it Shade… your almost there babe… lets have another for good measure.”

  He reached down and pinched her clit. “Once more love… and that fucked up cuff can go bye-bye and your Shadows can come out to play.”

  She hissed as another more intense orgasm hit her. Her body sheeted with slick sweat, her hair loose around her. She wildly rode each wave out her tight sheath gripped him in a vice like pulse.

  The magic hit them both hard and he shouted out her name and panted as both his magic and his seed emptied into her. She milked him hard, her sheath rippling, fluttering around him. He grunted and leaned into her.

  “Ummm… that’s it love…” he pulled out and then turned and sat back. “Clean it up Shade… since you were so keen on sucking me off before.”

  "Mmmmm I was wasn't I?" she panted wickedly before rolling onto her side and taking him into her mouth in one smooth motion. She moaned, twirling her tongue around his super sensitized shaft. Her eyes rolled up to meet his. "Not bad," she licked her lips certain that she'd cleaned him all off. "You know we should try that."

  Caleb bit back a groan, her mouth was just as wicked as the rest of her. “Try what?”

  "Restraints." she grinned laying back her head finding the pillow. "I've always been a fan of zip ties."

  He smiled. “Now that you are mine you will be introduced to a lot of… fun things.” He tucked himself back in his slacks and zipped up but didn’t rebutton the top button.

  “So? Shall we get rid of that nasty cuff? That was one hell of a screw, but it was missing something.” He offered as he stroked the Shadow Scar on the small of her back. It writhed, trying to grip to his fingers, which he found curious.

  "Introductions huh? I’m always up for a new experience if it's out there. I mean look at us now," she looked to her back where the Shadows played with him trying to latch on. "They like you. I've never seen them do that for someone who wasn't a part of the Shadows. When this comes off you’re in for some serious trouble. I can’t always stop them going where they want to and by the looks of things they want you... that makes two of us."

  “Well you both have me, if nothing else, for the next hundred years.” He poked at the Shadow Scar again and then wiggled his fingers at it. “Shadows are odd things, like living ink stains. I like it.”

  He ran his fingers up her spine. “So shall we get on with this?”

  "They’re much more than that, you'll see. Ok how’s this? I wish that my father never saw fit to betroth my hand to some man child demon and therefore was never fucking cuffed in the process, though I don’t want that to change anything here. We'll still know."

  “Good wording. Done.” His voice was clear, echoing like a bell as the cuff fell off her wrist. He frowned at it and then picked it up and chucked it into the water. It made a plop as it hit the surface and then sunk silently beneath the waves.

  “Well that’s done. How do you feel?” He could personally feel the tether between then strengthen. The one wish was strong.

  "Like I can breathe again." she rubbed at her wrist.

  He nodded and got off the settee and walked to the railing. “Good. Clear night, beautiful naked woman on the deck of my boat, and a thousand possibilities.”

  "Things are looking good. You know it’s probably very dangerous giving me two free wishes."

  “Free my ass pet. You will pay for all three, I guarantee it.” He turned and winked at her. “But we will still have to deal with your father, and those assholes that were after you.”

  "Payment’s not the same if you enjoy doing it. My father’s not likely to try that trick again now I’m bound to you. It would be pointless. Most likely he'll just try and rope you into some sort of alliance."

  “Either way, he needs to be told. And as to those two assholes looking for you…” he grinned. “You didn’t wish their pursuit away. So it will be dealt with once we get back to Monaco.”

  "Yeah, I'm more of a flighter than a fighter. I was just going to get my father to deal with it. He's quite scary in his own right."

  He gave her a droll look. “Love, you can’t go to daddy for your problems anymore. We will have to deal with it, but that’s for later.” He walked back over to her and settled next to her, the pull to touch her quite strong.

  "You're right." she turned kissing him. "I really don’t want to be thinking of my father right now."

  Caleb patted his lap and then relaxed back on the large pillows. “I think I will keep this stunning body nude as much as possible…”

  "And yet there you are wearing pants." Shade sat on his lap curling her body around his.

  “That's what you’re here for love. Divesting me of my pants.” He grinned and watched the larger shadow scar writhe on her side.

  "Am I? You’re a big boy, I think you’re more than capable of it."

  Caleb gave her a smirk, and reached between them to unzip his pants, his knuckles slid across her sensitive flesh as he did. “Fine. Lift up then…”

  "Right." she lifted up, nibbling on his neck as she did. "You know while we’re at it we should have the talk."

  “Talk? Okay, what do you wanna talk about?” he shimmied his pants down his legs and then kicked them off. He gripped her hips and settled her back on his lap, her thighs cradling his. His fingers found her Shadow Scar again, and this time it gripped his fingertips as he caressed the small of her back. She was right, they did like him.

  "Mmmmm, so distracting." She shivered in pleasure. "Right, the talk. Now I'm not your slave or you’re pet. I'm not some little human you've picked up from off the street." Leaning back she touched a finger to his chin lifting it so he met her dark eyes. "I'm at least an equal partner in this. If I don’t get the respect I'm due, we're both going to be in for a hundred years of sexual frustration and I'm a woman, I'm very good at frustration."

  Caleb leaned his head down and took her finger into his mouth and nipped it. “Oh I can see that happening. But really,” he grinned. “Equal partnerships are something Djinn have with Consorts, not bargained women. Still,” he mused and licked his bottom lip. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement, I mean you don’t want this little arrangement to be permanent right?”

  "You're not a permanent type of guy. I know your type Caleb,
the thought of an actual relationship sends you into cold sweats. That’s why we have an arrangement. A little slap and tickle’s all good but lord forgive an actual heartfelt conversation darling, I'm pretty sure it beyond you."

  Caleb frowned. “You know nothing about me Demon… remember that.” His eyes grew dark for a moment but cleared seconds later, the mask of his good humor back in place.

  “And because of that, I’ll give you a little insight. Don’t presume to know who I am, we have barely spent a night in each other’s presence. You are bargained to me now, and I could be a harsh master, but I won’t, because of our arrangement. You have your freedom, as I said originally. But I will call you pet, because it suits you.”

  "Call me what you like just treat me as my standing deserves or we'll have a problem. I'll apologize for my assumption that playboy commitment-phobe air must be something you cultivate extremely well."

  Caleb scowled and pulled her closer. “I’m not a commitment-phobe as you state Shade. I just haven’t found a woman to be committed to so far. If you don’t give a shit about a woman’s well being, why the hell would you wanna be committed to that person?”

  "And my well being?"

  “Obviously I care. Why would I have suggesting the binding otherwise?”

  "Who knows." She kissed him before changing the subject "So have any other Djinn bound to a demon before? Am I in good company?"

  He grinned. “Good company? Yes, but no other demons. My cousin recently bound and consorted an assassin.”

  "I've heard that. There's a sweep on how that’s all going to end up."

  “In the courts too. She’s cool though, completely gone on Nicoli, which is good. She’s the kinda princess the monarchy needs.”

  "Monarchy?"

  He nodded. “My cousin is the crown prince of the Djinn.”

  "And that would make you...?"