Angels, Demons and Doms

by Caroline McCall; Eileen Gormley

  “To friends,” Sam echoed her words and smiled.

  God, he was so gorgeous. She’d prefer him laid out on the table instead of the steak. She’d bet he tasted good too. Lexi took a bite of her steak. Sam hadn’t been lying, he really could cook. She licked her lips. When she looked up from her plate, Sam was staring at her mouth.

  She patted her face. “Have I got something on my…”

  His dark eyes flashed with mirth. “No, Lexi. I was just thinking how pretty you look tonight.”

  Lexi smiled. She was pretty. Sam thought she was pretty. She felt a flutter of excitement. She was really going to do this. She was going to seduce Sam.

  After dinner, they moved to his massive leather couch and she sat down beside him. Her new heels were beginning to pinch. If she were at home, she would have kicked them off by now. Instead she crossed her legs, watching Sam’s eyes follow her deliberately slow movement. He draped his arm along the back of the couch as he usually did, and she snuggled closer. Sam flicked on the movie. Feeling as if she was burning her bridges, Lexi switched off the lamp. They both stared at the TV screen but neither of them were watching the movie.

  Lexi rested her head against his shoulder and heard his indrawn breath. Had she misread his signals? Please don’t let his feelings be platonic. She moved away slightly, trying to put some distance between them, but his arm curved around her, pulling her back. Her breath hitched in her throat. Neither of them spoke. Apart from the arm that pinned her against him, Sam hadn’t moved. It was time to take charge.

  Lexi turned her head, nuzzling against his neck. She darted her tongue out and licked lightly. Sam gave a low groan. Encouraged, Lexi traced a path along his neck and jaw with her lips until she reached his mouth. His eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Her tongue teased the crease of his mouth, parting his lips and delving between them. God, he tasted good. Lexi wanted more. She slanted her head, deepening the kiss. Sam moaned and his arms tightened around her. She pressed against his chest and he lay back until he was stretched out on the couch. Lexi continued to kiss him, sliding her body against his.

  Sam felt amazing. He was all strength and hard-toned muscle and it was all hers. With eager fingers, she opened the buttons on his shirt.

  “Oh God, Lexi.” He sounded as if she were torturing him. Tough, she was going for it.

  She continued her investigation of his shirt, undoing one button and then another until his shirt was opened to the waist. Her mouth fastened on one nipple and she laved it with the tip of her tongue, then nipped it with her teeth.

  “Lexi,” he gasped.

  Pleased with his reaction, she turned her attention to the other one, nipping gently. He tasted good. She leisurely worked her way down his body until she reached the leather belt of his pants. Lexi swallowed, she was really going to do this. Sam gave a groan of protest when she stood up, but the groan turned to a low rumble of appreciation when she removed her dress, letting it drop to the floor.

  She breathed a sigh of relief. It was going to be okay. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. There was barely enough light from the flickering TV screen to see the erection tenting his dark boxers. Lexi ran her fingernail along the length of it and Sam groaned. He yanked his boxers down and his erection sprang free. Oh my, it looked good enough to eat. Joe hadn’t liked oral sex, and anytime they tried it he was nervous, as if she was going to bite him.

  She gave his shaft a tentative lick. Sam clenched his fists by his side, as if he was trying to control himself. Lexi wondered how her sweet Sam would look if he lost control. She wanted to see wild passion in his dark eyes, taste the sweat on his skin and feel him losing it as he thrust into her. Lexi straddled his thighs. His cock was so big, she could barely close her thumb and forefinger around it. Lexi bent her head, letting her long hair trail over his abdomen. Then, wrapping her lips around him, she sucked him deep into her mouth.

  Sam’s hips thrust forward in a small involuntary movement “That feels so good, Lexi. Don’t stop.”

  Her hand stroked between his legs as she sucked and flicked her tongue against the tip while her hand cupped his balls. Sam gave a low growl of pleasure. Lexi moved slowly, sucking harder, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip, driving him crazy. His hand tangled in her hair. “No, not yet.”

  Lexi opened her eyes. She had Sam exactly where she wanted him. All that strength, all that hard muscle, helpless beneath her touch. It made her feel powerful. Her tongue flicked teasingly again and he shuddered.

  “Don’t, Lexi, I… Please…” Sam was begging now. Perhaps she should show him some mercy. No, she decided as she sucked him deep again. No mercy. Her fingers gripped the base of his cock and she sucked him deeper, savoring the salty taste of him.

  Sam was trembling now. Fighting for control. Lexi swirled her tongue around the head again and took him deeper. She could feel his climax gather as her tongue stroked him. He was almost incoherent. Sam’s hoarse cries alternated between please and stop. With a strangled cry, he came in a hot, salty torrent. Lexi sucked him until he had nothing left to give.

  Lexi stretched out against his sweat-dampened chest. Sam’s heart was racing. She could feel its pounding beat against her ear. He pressed a rough kiss against her hair.

  “That was amazing, I never thought I…”

  She smiled, pleased with herself. She had been so nervous at the thought of being with a younger guy, afraid he would be much more experienced than she was. But Sam was shy, sensitive. They lay in silence, just holding each other. Lexi sighed with pleasure, she could totally get used to being a cougar.

  Sam pulled her against him and rolled them both over so she was pinned beneath him. “I do believe that I’ve neglected my duties as a host.”

  “You have?” A flutter of excitement danced low in her abdomen.

  He cupped her face gently between his hands. “You’re beautiful Lexi. I love your curves. I love the way that you feel so soft against me. I plan on paying attention to every single inch of you.”

  Sam’s fingers traced a slow path along her neck and down to the edge of her lacy bra. He pushed the silk aside and one hard peak slipped free. His tongue laved hot and wet against the tender bud, while he rolled the other nipple between his fingers until she was writhing beneath him.

  “Sensitive, aren’t you?” Sam gave a low laugh.

  Lexi shivered in anticipation as he removed her thong, sliding it down her legs. He traced a slow, soft circle around her clit. Sam pushed a finger inside, meeting her silky wetness. Darts of pleasure shot through her and she gasped. “Sam, I…”

  His cock stirred against her thigh and her eyes shot open. He had to be kidding. He was hard again already?

  “Sorry.” An amused rumble came from his chest. “We Lincoln men don’t believe in down time.”

  He pumped his fingers in and out slowly, making sure she was prepared for him. She heard the tearing sound as he opened a condom. Through half opened eyes, she watched as he rolled it slowly down his shaft. Lexi raised her hips in silent invitation.

  “Impatient, aren’t you?” Sam traced a path along her abdomen with his mouth and along the underside of her breasts, taking each pebbled peak into his mouth in turn until she whimpered. She could feel the head of his shaft pressing against her entrance and she lifted her hips again. His cock slid inside with one long slow thrust. Lexi gasped loudly.

  “Lexi, did I hurt you? Answer me.”

  She opened her eyes. “No. But I’m going to hurt you if you stop again.”

  Sam captured her mouth in a tender kiss. “Yes, ma’am.”

  He thrust hard and Lexi cried out with pleasure at his forceful invasion. This was wonderful. Hard and fast, exactly the way she had dreamed it would be. She yearned for harsh open-mouthed kisses and a demanding body against hers. He slowed again, maddening her, and she raised her hips, slamming against him.

  “You want it like this?” There was a hint of surprise in Sam’s voice.


  “Yes, damn you.”

  When he took her mouth again, his kiss was harder, rougher, and she thrilled to it. His hips pistoned hard, driving deeper. Lexi clawed at his back, demanding more, and his thrusts increasing in momentum, rubbing against her clit with each downward stroke.

  “Yes, oh yes, Sam. Like that. Exactly like that. Fuck me.”

  She clawed at his back and he cried out. Sam pumped harder, driving into her. She was there, almost there. Light exploded behind her eyelids and she fell apart.

  Sam cried out her name as he went over the edge and collapsed against her breathing heavily. “Oh, Lexi. Lexi.”

  When she opened her eyes a little while later, Sam was sleeping on her breasts. She had worn him out. She smiled, pleased with herself. Poor Sam. Maybe she had been too forceful for him. He seemed surprised she enjoyed things a little rough. She had surprised herself.

  * * * * *

  Sam smiled even before he opened his eyes. Waking up in Lexi’s arms was something he could get used to. That had been amazing. His little sub had seduced him. He had spent the last month restraining himself, trying to make up to Lexi for frightening her so badly, and sometimes the urge to just toss her on the bed and ravish her, or maybe tell her to strip first so he could admire her, then ravish her, had been so strong he could barely contain it. He hadn’t dared to do more than shake her hand in case he went all cave man on her.

  And look what happened. Lexi had gotten tired of waiting and had hit on him. His little sub had hidden depths. He ran a hand down her back and she purred in her sleep. His kitten had claws.

  Who would have guessed she could suck a cock like that? He hadn’t had such pleasure in…forever. No one had ever given him a blowjob with such sweet enthusiasm and eagerness. He wanted to crow about it, show her off.

  He allowed himself a brief fantasy of Lexi putting on a very private show at Hades, showing what she could do with her talented mouth and all the other Doms envying him. It would be strictly look-but-don’t-touch, of course. He tensed at the idea of any other man putting his hands on Lexi. She was his.

  Then he dismissed it. Lexi had made it clear she wasn’t into the scene, toys or anything else and he could live with that.

  He took a deep breath. Of course, there was one other problem to deal with. Sooner or later, he had to tell her he was her Dom. He had been putting it off, allowing her more time to get to know him and to convince her he wasn’t a complete bastard. Somehow he’d never found the right time to tell her. He had been hoping if he put it off, it would get easier.

  Sam snorted. Yeah, allowing her to make love to him would make it so much easier to say “By the way, I’m the bastard who frightened you out of your wits in the club last month.” He’d rather do a recon behind enemy lines any day, but he was out of time. He had to tell her today, before this went any further. He wasn’t going to lie to the woman he loved.

  He stilled. Loved? Where the hell had that come from? But it had that sense of inevitability about it that all great truth has. It simply was. He loved Lexi. He didn’t know everything about her yet, but everything he knew, he loved. He wanted to spend the rest of his life finding out the rest of her secrets and making love to her, over and over again.

  She stirred against him, her hand sliding down from his chest to his belly, and just like that, his cock stirred to life. He’d tell her everything tomorrow. Right now, he had more important things to do.

  * * * * *

  The pale light coming through the window told her it was almost dawn. Lexi gave a happy sigh while she savored the pleasure of cuddling against a warm male body. They had fallen asleep on the couch and Sam had carried her to bed. She was pleasantly sore in all the right places. They had made love three times—Sam had been insatiable, but then she had been pretty wild too. It was a pity that each time had been in the dark, but apart from that, yep, she could definitely get used to this.

  She wondered if she could have a quick shower before he woke up. Maybe she would make him breakfast before she left. Lexi slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. She had panda eyes because she hadn’t taken off her make up. There was a hickey on her neck and a cat-got-the-cream smile on her face.

  She showered quickly and went to find her clothes. Her bra lay on the floor beside the bed. It was tangled in something. Lexi tugged hard. It was some sort of leather strap. She pulled again. The leather was attached to a soft rope. What the hell? Did Sam keep his tool box under his bed? She opened the curtains a crack to allow some light into the room.

  It wasn’t a belt, it was a cuff. The same as the ones she’d seen them use in… Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Lexi crawled along the floor to the other side of the bed. More rope and another leather cuff. She was willing to bet there was a matching pair attached to the headboard. Calm down Lexi, calm down. Maybe Sam was just a bit kinky. She eyed the sleeping form in the bed. He was out cold. She would have a quick look around before he woke up. She was probably panicking over nothing.

  The first closet she searched was full of clothes, suits, shirts and neatly folded jeans. She tried the drawers next, t-shirts, socks and boxers. Sam was a real neat freak. Lexi stifled a squeal when she opened the bottom drawer and found a collection of whips and, oh sweet lord, were they collars? The man had more vibrators than a sex shop.

  Lexi sat back on her heels. She wasn’t a prude. But Sam? He was so sweet and shy. He was a sex in the dark kind of guy. Something clawed at her gut. Why was a hot, ripped guy with a body to die for so happy to keep the lights off? Lexi made her way back to the bed. Sam was still sleeping. Inch by inch, she pulled the white cotton sheet away until his chest was bared. A small red devil stared back at her. Lexi could swear the damn thing was smirking at her.

  Master Demon. Her Dom. Of all the nasty, underhanded, deceitful bastards she had ever met, Sam Lincoln was suddenly top of the list. Pretending he was sweet and shy, getting her to seduce him. He had played her all along and she had fallen for it. She was sick of being lied to. Sick of guys cheating on her. Well, she was the last woman he would play. Sam was going to get a lesson he would never forget.

  Getting the cuffs on his ankles was easy. There was some kind of pulley system attached to the bed she could tighten later. One arm was draped above his head, that wasn’t too difficult. Sweat trickled down her back as she cuffed his right hand. There. Nice and tight. Now what else did Sam have in his toy box? She recognized the nipple clamps. They were pretty, and there was no reason why ladies should have all the fun. Feathers. Oh yes, she could think of a few things to do with them, and what were these for? Lexi twirled the rings around her fingers, they were too big to…Oh, they weren’t meant for fingers. Shame on you, Lexi Carter, and you used to be such a nice girl. Not any longer. She dressed quickly. It was time to wake Sam.

  Lexi ran the tip of the feather along his instep, moving it slowly along his inner thigh before stroking it along the length of his cock. He was already semi-erect. Lexi reached for the ring and slid it slowly down his shaft. Lexi brushed him with the feather again and his cock stood to attention. “Master Demon, it’s time to wake up.”

  It was a pity she didn’t have a camera to capture his sleepy, bewildered expression, followed by a slow, dawning realization that he had been well and truly caught. Sam pulled at the restraints. “Angel, I’m sorry. Let me out of these cuffs and I can explain…”

  Lexi shook her head. “Do you know how I can tell that you’re lying to me?”

  Sam tugged on the restraints again, struggling to escape.

  “I know you’re lying because your lips are moving. You’ve done nothing but lie to me since we met. How many other women have you played this nice guy, nasty guy game with?”

  “This is not a game, Lexi, and a sub may not tie up her Master. Release me this minute.” He was using his Dom voice, but that wasn’t going to help him now. Not one little bit.

  “Is that right, Sam? Well maybe this subbie doesn’t want to play any more.”

  She brushed t
he feather against his cock again and was rewarded by a stifled gasp. Sam twisted on the bed, trying to avoid her hands as she pinched his nipples before fixing the clamps in place. Lexi stood back to admire her work. His cock was as hard as a baseball bat and she bet those clamps hurt.

  The headboard banged hard against the wall as Sam’s struggles grew increasingly violent. Lexi picked up his cell phone and searched through his numbers. “You get to make one call, Sam. Tell me, who do you want to find you? How about your wife? Why don’t we ring her and tell her what you’ve been up to?”

  “Lexi, I swear to God, when I get out of here I’m going to—”

  She dropped the phone on the bed. Sam’s face was flushed from exertion. She would ring Hades later and one of his creepy friends could sort him out. In the meantime, Sam deserved a little alone time to think about the error of his ways.

  * * * * *

  Anton laughed his fucking head off. Sam was going to kill the bastard. When he’d arrived to release him, Anton hadn’t come alone. Oh no, he had brought Matt with him and the pair of them had laughed like hyenas at the sight of him tied to his own bed, wearing nipple clamps and a cock ring.

  Sam’s muscles were cramping up when Anton finally untied him. Of course, first he allowed that bastard Matt to take photos of him with his dick hanging out for everyone to see. He just knew those pictures would end up on fucking YouTube.

  “Well, sweet cheeks, do you think you have a hidden talent as a bottom?”

  If Sam had full control of his limbs, he would have beaten Anton to a pulp for that. Matt made a big deal of shading his eyes from the sight of Sam. “I’m going to have to Clorox my brain to get rid of that image,” he announced.

  “Give me that fucking phone or I’ll do it for you,” Sam said, but Matt handed it over so cheerfully, he knew it was too late, the photos were already on the internet.

  “Be grateful I didn’t let him pour hot sauce over you,” Anton said.

  “Only because it would mean having to look at his hairy balls,” Matt said. He turned to Sam. “So, how do you like being a sub?”