Tara was a marvel.
“Master?” She squeaked the plea in desperation. “Please?”
“Okay, little mortal, here is the deal.” I slipped a finger back into her cunt as I went on, reveling in the way her mouth parted at the welcomed intrusion. “You have my permission to detonate while I spank you. You have until fifty swats to come, but you had better make it a good one. I may not be so lenient the next time.”
Her brow furrowed, though her lips conveyed the correct answer. “Yes, Master.”
“So, how many swats do you have, naughty girl? How much rope has your master given you to hang yourself with?” I chuckled at my quip, watching as she clenched around my finger.
“Eight, Master?”
“Very good,” I praised. “You have kept count. You have eight more strikes.”
My finger withdrew with reluctance, reassured only by the knowledge it would soon be replaced by my excited cock, and shifting my weight, I took aim.
“Here comes the first.” The echo of my hand crashing onto her damp skin resounded as she panted gleefully.
“Oh, yes!” Tara pushed her ass out toward my palm, bucking her hips in pursuit of the reward she knew was waiting for her… if she could attain it in the next seven strikes. “More, please, Master.”
My lips twitched at her gratuitous display. She had come so far in such a short time, proving my instincts had been correct. She would be the perfect servant to my dark whims.
Obligingly, I swatted her once more, connecting with her clit directly before spanking it again.
“Only the naughty mortal of Solomon would respond this way to painful stimulus. Like a fucking whore.”
I grinned at the small gasp my vocabulary induced. I had not meant it in offense. Tara was the furthest example of promiscuity I had witnessed over the years, but I knew the effect it would have on her. The added denigration, the increased shame—all those emotions she had stored up over the years of exploitation at Gavin’s hands—I would take them and use them, but not for pain… for pleasure. Tara would utilize those feelings and morph them into something hot and explosive.
Being my whore was going to topple her into new, untold realms of hedonistic desire, and I could not wait to see it all.
“Is that not right?” My tone was demanding as I struck her hard again. “Is that not what you are?”
Tara’s eyes fluttered closed. “Yes. Yes, Master.”
“Let me hear it then,” I sneered, knowing she was right at the precipice. “Tell me what you are as you come alive under the weight of my palm.”
“Oh, fuck, Master. Please!”
“Tell Me!”
She drew in a shaky breath. “I’m a whore!”
In the end, she virtually screamed the words, igniting as soon as I spanked her clit again. Her knees gave way, sending her body tumbling for the rock below, but I suspended the deed, her body hovering just above the hard surface as she gasped and squirmed at the wave of pleasure which washed over her.
“Master!”
She reached forward, her fingers grazing the rock while she erupted, and with a smile, I righted her body, commanding her toward me and into my waiting embrace. A hot, panting version of Tara collapsed against me, her hands grasping for my arms as soon as she was within reach, her head falling into the expanse of my chest.
“I have you,” I whispered. “And you did not even need those few remaining strikes, did you, little mortal?”
It took a moment, but eventually, her chin lifted, dazed eyes searching for mine.
“No, Master. Th-thank you.”
I lifted my hand and stroked the loose strands of her hair away from her face.
“I mean it,” I told her softly. “I have you now, Tara. Forever.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Tara
Everything was the same, but nothing was as it used to be. As my eyes flickered open and the ethereal light lured my senses to life, that much was obvious. My hands looked the same, my flesh still pale, my hair still falling around my shoulders. I was the same woman—the same Tara who’d found those ancient books, and the same one who’d conjured Solomon—but I wasn’t remotely like her.
I had summoned him—the immortal evil that he was—I had raised him from hell, but he had somehow brought me back to life. Inhaling, my mind flitted back to the previous day. So much had transpired. At long last, I could put the ghost of Gavin to rest, knowing he’d paid the price for the things he’d done to me, and even though that knowledge didn’t change my past, didn’t erase those memories, it did ease them. A more relaxed woman rolled over in the sheets. A weight had been lifted from me, and although I’d committed the rest of my life to serve Solomon, there wasn’t a trace of regret as I reached for him.
“Ah, there is my little mortal.” His wry tone vibrated past me, his huge hulking frame turning in my direction. “I was wondering when she would come around.”
“I guess I was exhausted, Master.” A small blush blossomed in my cheeks as I recalled all the things he’d done to exhaust me. My sex clenched at the memories, the sting of his palm still blissfully evident at my backside. Solomon had spanked me. My breath caught at the sudden realization. He’d spanked me until I came, pulsating around his hand…
“I apologize.”
His lips curled. “Do not. You were shattered, and I like to watch you sleep.”
“You do?”
Solomon’s dark eyes sparkled. I’d never realized how many shades of green and black there were until I’d first fallen into those deep orbs, but gazing into them now, I knew there was a limitless number. Each seemed to represent a different mood of the demon.
“Absolutely,” he confirmed. “It reminds me of your frailty, of how you and I differ.”
I blew out a breath, unsure how to respond to that. “And you like that?”
“Of course.” His brow rose. “When you spend as much time as I do in the dark realm, mortals are endlessly fascinating. I either want to infest them, oppress them, or possess them.”
His stare was wistful as if he was remembering a score of other women, and a spike of envy rose in me.
“Which of those am I, Master?” My tone was thornier than I’d intended, his eyes widening imperceptibly at the sound.
“You are neither, little mortal. You are different.”
“Different?” I was more hesitant now, uncertain if I’d pushed my luck too far with my last remark.
His smile twisted into a smirk, and one flick of his wrist sent my body falling back to the sheets, my wrists pinned above my head as though he’d tied them there, though he’d scarcely moved a muscle, save for that one small gesture.
“Different.” He moved, climbing on top of me, his muscular thighs straddling my middle with ease. “I want to keep you, Tara.”
“Oh.”
I wanted to apologize again, sensing I’d offended him, but the words wouldn’t come, the spellbinding look in his eyes, preventing them, holding my tongue while his gaze seared me.
“Thank you.” It was all I could muster in the end. “I didn’t expect this when I read the invocations.”
“And neither did I.” One dark eyebrow rose at his reply. “But my master was right. I was drawn to you for a reason.”
“Your master?”
The idea there was a creature out there who commanded Solomon—this enormous beast who controlled my body and mind with such ludicrous ease—was a terrifying prospect.
His lips twitched. “Of course,” he told me softly. “Everyone is accountable to someone, little mortal.” He tilted his head at the thought. “Except my master, of course.”
“Wh-who is your master?” But then I remembered—all those hours of study had already revealed the answer. In fact, I had impressed Solomon with the information when I’d first summoned him. A ball of dread knotted at my core at the answer, but it was far too late to turn back now.
“That is true,” he agreed with a chuckle as his large palms landed eith
er side of my face. “It is too late, Tara.”
I gulped at the way he made that sound, but even at that moment of scintillating intimidation, I couldn’t deny the rousing tension at my core. The throbbing anticipation of my clit as the memory of the prior night’s pleasure lingered, and the way his burning stare left me breathless.
I wanted him.
Just like I’d always wanted him.
It had started with Gavin. I’d have groveled for Solomon’s help to bring my tormentor down, but it had soon blossomed into much more than only about my abuser. Solomon was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He took the most basic sentiment and morphed it into something hot and undeniable. He took a beaten-down girl and molded her into a wet, panting mess—a woman hellbent on revenge, who was soon more consumed by lust than wrath. Solomon had taken my failings and twisted them into something more, something compelling.
He’d seduced me into sin.
And now that I’d known that depravity, I knew sin was endless. His touch was electric, his gaze scorching, and I was bound to obey, to give in to his every debauched whim. Worse still, I wasn’t sorry.
“I answer to Satan directly. You recall?” His tone was proud, directing my thoughts back to the question I’d asked moments before. “And it’s only a matter of time before he will want to meet you.” His tongue flicked over his lips, the look scarily reminiscent of a serpent.
“Yes, but, I-I thought I was yours, Master?”
My voice was tiny, my words dying as if he was choking the oxygen out of me. Solomon hadn’t moved, his hands planted each side of my head, pinning the pillow down.
“Oh, you are,” he said with a salacious smile. “You do not need to worry on that score. I have never been one for sharing, but my master is intrigued.”
I fought to catch my breath as he shifted his stance, his legs coming to rest between my thighs.
“He wants to know who the mortal is who has caught my attention.” Solomon’s knees nudged my thighs wider as he settled between them. “I think he is genuinely curious.”
“Does he have a mortal?” I don’t know why I asked, but as his hot flesh pressed into mine, it was the first query from my lips.
He laughed. “Not like this.”
His lips grazed my collar bone, his kisses burning a line into my skin as they skimmed down to my needy breast. Beading, my nipples hardened at his approach, and I found my body arching, pushing my flesh closer to his mouth.
“But Satan can have anyone he likes.” Solomon paused, his head returning to my line of sight. “Anytime he likes. He is all-powerful.”
“I have heard.”
The sound of his merriment echoed around the room.
“Whatever you’ve heard is insufficient. Nothing compares to my master.”
“It sounds like you’re in awe of him?” My voice trembled as our gazes locked.
“Indeed.” He flashed those perfect white teeth at me. “He is awe-inspiring, as you yourself shall one day discover.”
My heart raced faster, though I couldn’t tell if it was the promise of the meeting that inspired it or the devil in Solomon’s eyes.
“I hope I don’t disappoint him.”
Solomon sniggered at my reaction. “It is not my master you should worry about disappointing.” He lowered his face again, his lips brushing over my mouth as his cock grew at my hip. “You have far more pressing matters at hand, little mortal.”
My head rose, looking to connect with his lips, but he pressed me back to the pillow, his mouth claiming me even as the crown of his erection nudged my entrance. Wet for him, I pushed my hips north to meet his cock, groaning the moment he speared me. Those large palms which had been settled at my face slid north, over my upturned palms, his fingers entwining with mine as his tongue probed deeper. Overcome with the myriad of sensations, my eyes fell closed, but I could still see him in my mind’s eye—in me, on me, all over me. Solomon had become the very air I needed to breathe, and I inhaled him gladly.
I opened my eyes as he withdrew, his dark gaze searing when his hips drove his hard length inside my pussy.
“Scintillating.”
My lips parted to reply, but only a guttural groan escaped.
He was so good. This was so good. I’d never been screwed this way before with such carnal intensity. It was as though his very being depended on every stroke, and each time he claimed me, he grew stronger from the deed. Like a vampire feeding from his victim, I was Solomon’s, but it wasn’t my blood he craved, only my sex and my habitual submission.
Watching his lips curl, the thought occurred—I would give it to him gladly for all time.
Nothing was better than this sweet surrender, and the sanctuary of knowing it was forever. Men said that all the time. They promised the world when they had no power to give it. They would say anything to get what they wanted.
“Am I so different?” His purring question drew me from my enchantment, and I licked my lips just as he thrust deep inside me once more. “Am I so very different from those mortal men?”
“Yes,” I breathed, splaying my legs wider to try to accept more of him “So much different, Master.”
Tara.
He never said my name out loud, but I heard it echo around my head, its resonance more gratifying than anything I could recall.
They never deserved you. There it was again. His voice reverberated around my mind like a pinball. Not a single one of them, little girl. They were all unworthy.
“Yes.” I pushed the word out as he filled me again, his hands holding me down as his heat enveloped me. “None of them were you.”
There was the faintest scarlet glint in his eyes when he smiled down at me, and I clenched myself around him at the sight. He should have been so terrifying—this demon who set upon taking me over, this devil whom I’d offered myself to—but as I looked upon him, there was no fear. It wasn’t terror which Solomon induced, only passion—this carnal passion for sure, but a hunger which extended far greater than lust—an urge to live for the first time in my life, a desire to feel.
You will. You will live. I will replace that sad look in your eyes, Tara. You will be so consumed by me, you will no longer remember why you were sad.
“We will choose a life no others have,” he murmured. “A life between worlds. A life which knows no bounds.”
As the pleasure swept through me, it no longer mattered that it didn’t make sense. I didn’t care for the contradiction—that he was an evil which should never have brought me such joy, or I should never have given in to my need for vengeance—it was done. Solomon would be there for me as the world fell. It didn’t matter the words of a demon were filled with deceit. I trusted my instincts—in the creature I knew—and sensed the truth.
He would be there.
He would always be there.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Solomon
I ensured she was fed before I screwed her again, this time taking her on all fours like an animal, pounding into her from behind. I was just replete from that union when I heard his call, the signal from my master, more like an instinct—an inaudible, irresistible gesture.
“Rest now.” I carried her weary body back to the bed.
“Where are you going, Master?”
Her eyes widened with concern, though her body language betrayed her true exhaustion. Tara may have slept earlier, but evidently, she had roused too early, and our carnality since had only served to fatigue her once more. I had to remember, she was only a mortal, and her kind needed to rest to replenish their energies. She would not be able to fuck constantly the way I could.
“I have been summoned back to the dark realm.” I swept the stray hairs from her face, breathing in the heady scent of her skin before I left. Tara’s lingering aroma would have to keep me going until I could return to her side once more. “You stay here and rest.”
“By your master?”
Her pulse quickened at the thought of Satan, an understandable response in humans. Of all
our kind, they had heard the most about him, though much of what they thought they knew was entirely misreported, of course.
“Yes. Do not worry,” I reassured. “I will not be gone long, and there will be food and replenishment waiting for you if you rouse before I return.”
Tara eased up to her elbows. “But Master, I—”
I lifted my palm, the deed silencing her in an instant.
“What have I asked of you, little mortal?”
She gasped, her face coloring slightly at my admonishing.
“To stay here and rest.” She parroted the words like a small child, her brow furrowing as their meaning started to register.
“That is right,” I praised. “You, little Tara, will do as you are told. I do not think you want a real punishment from your master as soon as he returns.”
The salacious twinkle in her gaze contradicted my assertion, her thoughts confirming she may, indeed, desire such treatment.
“Well,” I laughed, shaking my head at the lustful creature I had stirred in her. “We shall see what you deserve soon enough. In the meantime, keep being my good girl.”
“Yes, Master.” She settled back down into the covers, one tantalizing breast still visible until I pulled the bedding up to her shoulders. “I’ll miss you.”
I flashed her a devastating smile. “Good,” I replied. “Keep missing me and remember what I have instructed.”
Her tiny sigh was the final thing I heard before I transported myself back to my master’s dominion, the soft light of the room I had created for our passion, evaporating into darkness as the fabric of hell materialized around me.
“Solomon.” Satan turned to greet my entrance, his expression severe. “There you are.”
He spun on his heel, pacing back in my direction.
“Is there a problem, Master?”
His jaw tightened. “Fucking Guardians.”
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