by Jaye Shields
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Zahra woke to a sharp pinch against her skin. She tried to peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy stones. She wanted to touch her eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused her lids to fly open only to realize that she was indeed strapped down.
The perpetrator smiled, but it was subtle. Very subtle. His tan skin was darker in the dim room. His blue irises appeared so light that his eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at her in the shadowy room. He finished strapping her foot down.
“Do you like your accommodations, demon?”
“You should have asked Bane for help decorating. He’s also very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing.” She’d hoped to sound feisty, but instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful rasp.
“Since you’re used to your mouth being filled, I’ll help you.” Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense frown as he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut into the edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the cold metal table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head missed its mark and thunked hard against the steel.
At least she could still see what was taking place. Fear coursed through her. She barely knew this man and she couldn’t imagine what he had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to kinky requests, and most men knew they didn’t need to kidnap her for such a session. She watched Lennox’s tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only furniture was a small table. Probably where he kept his—
Scissors. Lennox turned toward her with a pair in his hand. As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely too innocent to be foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his tan skin. She’d felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense lover, not a fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and normally she liked freaky guys. If he hadn’t insulted her ever since they first met, they might’ve even had a chance. No charge.
Lennox stood between her legs and she could barely see him from her tight bondage against the table. The cold metal of the scissors slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling away, the soft groan of the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in the empty room. Her tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat crept into her body. Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her come. Hard. The bad news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew where she was.
Maybe he’s a trap-and-set-free kind of psychopath. Love ’em and leave ’em.
The scissors slid against her skin and snipped the last bit of fabric. The corset fell away from her body. Her breasts sprang free, but he didn’t touch her, not with his flesh. Instead, Lennox dragged the cold metal over her chest, lingering over her nipples. They hardened as the sharp edge tickled her sensitive skin.
“Your body betrays you. You crave your abductor, don’t you, succubus?”
She avoided his gaze by staring at the ceiling. Zahra could feel the heat from his intense appraisal of her body as he guided the shears across her pants. Apparently, he was leaving no clothes for her to try to escape in. It was becoming clearer by the moment that he had no plans for her to leave.
Once again, the cold metal caressed her skin as tight fabric was cut from her body, one leg at a time. For the first time, Zahra wished she was wearing underwear. Not even a tiny barrier stood between them. A cold draft tickled the space between her legs. Her captor said nothing.
She looked to where Lennox stood at the foot of the table, but the tight bonds left her with a limited view. The cold point of the scissors trailed down her stomach past her bellybutton. She shivered as Lennox traced it over the folds of her womanhood. The metal clattered to the ground and she felt his cold hands grip her thighs. The scarf tied around her mouth muzzled the groan that escaped. Anticipation surged through her body. She couldn’t help it. Her succubae needs were already rising to the occasion, betraying her mind that screamed to try to get free. Her body demanded release, but not from the bondage. The kind of release that only Lennox could bring. She imagined his hard cock slipping between her folds. Mortification crept over her as she felt the spot between her legs go wet.
Lennox’s hands gripped her thighs and Zahra heard his knees drop to the ground. Gods. One hand spread her womanhood while the other fondled her clit. The tiny bud swelled and throbbed under his touch. Lennox found it with his fingers and squeezed. His touch was both gentle and aggressive as he pinched and then released, leaving her body begging to know what came next.
His hands gripped the inside of her thighs and spread her once more. His breath escaped, branding her skin with intense heat. Now he would enter her. She couldn’t see him, but she knew it came next.
A hot molten softness melted against her wide-open core. Tongue. Zahra’s legs fought to squeeze shut against the onslaught of pleasure, but the bonds held her in place. Why hadn’t he sought his own release? Instead, Lennox’s hands held her wide open so that every sensitive inch was exposed, waiting for his tongue to glide and trace like liquid fire.
He did just that. Lennox’s hot tongue massaged her womanly lips once more. The area tingled with intense need and she swelled with wetness. His tongue halted, but just when the pleasure came to a skidding stop, his lips descended on her once more. He groaned against her flesh, the soft buzz sending vibrations through her core. Ecstasy came flooding toward her.
Just when stars began to form across her vision and her core throbbed for release, she felt Lennox pull away. She panted against her gag. He’d built a firestorm of pleasure only to leave her at the edge of a precipice. Despair tore through her body as the comedown wreaked havoc on her sexual need. As a succubus, the pain was unbearable. She cried out in agony.
Lennox’s deep baritone voice whispered with unexpected malice. “You see? This is what I have in store for you. I’m well aware of what a sex demon needs to survive. I brought you here to torture you. I shall take you to the brink only to keep you from your livelihood. I’m going to watch you wither away.”
A tear escaped down Zahra’s cheek. What had she done to deserve this? She had a feeling she’d never know.
Chapter 5
After leaving Zahra bound and gagged in a separate room, Lennox tried desperately to sleep. But all he found were nightmares. It was a familiar scene. Lennox strode through the meadows of wheat with the sun beating down on his skin. The metal bundled to his back caused sweat to plaster his clothes against his body. The walk from the nearest village was long, but he made the trip to sell more of his blades. He’d been away nearly a week and he was eager to return home.
It was early in his marriage and Lennox had plans to buy his wife the ring that he hadn’t been able to afford in the past. He’d been saving, not only for a jewel fit to be worn by so beautiful a face, but also for a new home fit for his wife to make comfortable. She was worthy of more than the shack they’d been living in. They would finally have a home in the countryside to raise children.
The thought made him smile as he neared the village. His wife’s face filled his mind, an image of her holding a tiny babe. Chubby little fingers pulled on his wife’s long blonde locks. She was his angel, and she would give him a family that would be what men dream of. To have a child with the angel... It hadn’t happened yet, but his heart swelled at the thought.
Entering into town, Lennox decided he could spare some coin on flowers for his woman. The brilliant pink petals reminded him of the soft lips he kissed every morning before leaving to work. Making his way to the small home within the village, Lennox received several looks from townspeople. He should have known then that something was wrong. Looks of pity, and even amusement, had been directed his way before he arrived home. But all he had been able to think of was laying eyes on his wife.
What he had found shattered his world. All he saw of his angelic wife was her blonde locks spilling down another man’s back, her legs wrapped around his naked waist. The flowers fell to the floor, only to be replaced
by a sword in his hand. He’d plunged it into the man, watching his wife cower at the fiend’s side in tears. She’d cried for the bastard.
In his enraged exodus from the village, Lennox had learned that the filth had been visiting his home ever since he’d left, and that the creature was an incubus. The sex demon had seduced his wife. And so he’d have to pay.
Lennox awoke from his tormented slumber wrapped in sweat and filled with anguish for happiness lost. He’d make the sister of the incubus suffer. Zahra would feel his pain.
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Zahra wasn’t sure what time it was when Lennox walked back into the room. She heard his soft footsteps and she swore the air stilled as he entered the room, or maybe it was just her breath. Her skin was still naked against the cold table, only a flimsy blanket had been placed over her for the night. Lennox must not have known it, but she didn’t need the blanket; as a succubus, her body ran much hotter than a human’s.
“I must really get you going if you’re already back for more.” Her sharp words echoed in the dark room, but received no immediate response. Instead, his footsteps fell closer and closer.
Craning her head to the side, she saw him approach. His gait was slow and the harsh planes of his face were set with determination. Lennox would not be speaking. He would be doing. Her body betrayed her and a fresh wave of heat rose within her. Her breasts swelled under the blanket and she was glad he couldn’t witness the response he provoked.
Lennox arrived at her side and Zahra noticed his closed fist was dripping liquid. Before she had time to question, the blanket was tugged off of her. Her nipples hardened as the evening chill hit her skin. Zahra didn’t bother struggling against the bonds, but lifted her head off the table to find Lennox between her legs again. He leaned over her body and glared down at her. Never before had she felt so hated. His pale blue gaze was slivers of crystal directed at her through the darkness.
“So are you just a psychopath or is there a method to your madness?”
She screamed as Lennox rubbed a cube of ice across her nipple in response. The cold left a trail of tiny daggers prickling her flesh. It was pleasure and pain in the best way. The only problem was she knew there wasn’t going to be a happy ending. As her feminine lips swelled with need, she cringed for the pain she knew would come later.
Lennox drew the ice across her chest to the other nipple which had already puckered in anticipation. As the wet crystal slid across her bosom, she felt her peaks harden even more. Her swollen tips ached. And then his teeth descended on her. Lennox’s lips were soft and gentle as he suckled her. The flood of heat mixing with the cold wet danced against her skin, making her arch involuntarily.
Teeth nibbled on her soft flesh and a groan escaped into the darkness. The sensual growl shocked her—it’d been hers. The sharpness of Lennox’s teeth held her nipple prisoner inside the hot warmth of his mouth. His other hand expertly maneuvered the ice down her stomach. The skin went taut as the freezing crystal slid down her skin toward the apex of her legs. Her own body created liquid heat to rival the cold stream running down her flesh. The psychopath was making her hot. Damn him.
Lennox finally released her nipple from the erotic clutches of his mouth. His soft lips kissed her curves, inching up her collarbone. For a madman, he was incredibly gentle. His slow ascent to her neck only made her relax into his touch more. He suckled the tender flesh of her neck. Just when she forgot she was his captive, he moved the melting cube of ice between her legs. She let loose a pained scream. His torture of ecstasy brought her to the brink. The icy cold between her hot folds was nearly too much to handle.
But then he stopped.
“You’re easy, succubus.”
“What can I say, Lenny? Flabby psychopaths make me hot.”
She heard a grunt. Finally, she’d gotten to him. Score one for the sex demon.
“There is nothing soft about this body. However, I won’t be lowering myself to prove it to you.”
Good news, because although she desperately needed release, she’d rather chop off her foot than feel him inside of her.
Lennox walked away and stood in the corner of the room. Zahra had no choice but to lie there, tied to the table while she felt his hateful glare focused on her body. Her chest heaved as she panted, still reeling from the near climax. Her body slowly began to hollow out. With each rise and fall of her breasts, Zahra’s body weakened. A feeling of hunger settled in her gut, aching almost as bad as the swollen area between her legs. Since she’d never had a problem finding release, Zahra was unsure how long the weakening would continue before she finally withered away.
Sephina.
Reality came crashing down on Zahra. She had to survive, not just for herself, but for Sephina. Zahra wasn’t sure what was worse, the thought of her sister relapsing into bad habits, or being forced by Bane to pay out her debts. Both made Zahra want to scream. She had to think of a plan before she got any weaker. Sephina’s life hung in the balance.
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Lace tickled Zahra’s feet and she woke with a start. Her leg jerked in response to the tickle and she realized her legs were no longer bound. Zahra kicked at Lennox frantically, but his sure grip caught both her legs and held her back down.
“Do you recognize these?” Lennox’s voice was a low warning, a dare.
She cringed with recognition, seeing her favorite pair of underwear in the grip of her captor. “If you wanted to see me in black lace, all you had to do was ask.”
“I think you know that it’s not the color that drew me to these. You had quite the assortment of sex toys. I helped myself while you were unconscious.”
“You ass!” Zahra kicked out once more and bucked against the table.
Lennox darted blows as he slid the tiny panties up her legs, pulling them tight against her center. She continued to kick, but Lennox grabbed her ankles, one by one, and tied her back down.
“I had nipple clamps and all kinds of sick crap that’d probably get you off. I’m surprised you missed them.”
“I didn’t.” The short reply was both dangerous and erotic. Wetness began soaking the lacy panties.
In the darkness, Lennox’s eyes glinted like moonshine dancing on a dark river. The gaze betrayed no hint of what he had planned. Vibrations exploded from her favorite thong. Who knew the damn thing would lead to her slow demise. The vibrator built into the thin fabric slapped at her tender flesh, immediately sending spikes of ecstasy through her body. And then it stopped.
“Tell me about your kind.”
“Well, we like long walks on the beach, a good fuck under the moon, and anal sex every solstice.”
The vibration exploded once more. The panties that Lennox had pulled tight against her skin caused her clit to swell with need. And then it stopped. Lennox fingered the control, glaring at Zahra through the dim room, lit by only a few candles flickering ominously in the corner.
“Let’s try this again. Tell me about your kind.”
Zahra exhaled as pain stabbed through her core. The buildup of need was breaking her down from the inside. “We’re just like you and everyone else, but have different needs to survive. The limbic system of our brain is more fragile. We have higher levels of dopamine. When the components in desire are not met, our bodies break down.”
“It’s not just science,” Lennox said through clenched teeth. “Science doesn’t compel you to fuck another man’s wife.”
“So you’ve been fantasizing about me with another man’s wife, have you? Well I confess, it’s been requested on occasion.”
Her clit jumped as the vibration slammed against her sensitive nub, the tight fabric sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body. The hum of the erotic torture filled the room. So good it hurts…
“You think another man’s agony is comedy.” The tantalizing vibration continued; an eerie sensation amidst Lennox’s dark oaths.
Zahra parted her lips to issue a comeback, but only a moan escaped. Ecstasy spiraled toward he
r. Her core glistened with readiness and swelled under the tight lace. Zahra squeezed her eyes shut and hoped Lennox wouldn’t see her nearest climax.
The buzzing stopped. Silence became her nightmare.
“Gods damn you!” Zahra cried as wetness threatened to spill over her lids. Instead, she stopped breathing and demanded her tears back into hiding.
“How many men have you fucked?”
“Just men? You mean we’re not counting some of the demon breeds that are multi-gendered? Man, you must not get out much, Lenny.”
He was between her legs in an instant. His rough hands gripped the thin lace, and the sound of shredding fabric echoed in the room.
“Those cost me a fortune,” she said dryly. “Do you really think I got those vibrating panties in this tiny-ass medieval village?”
Lennox walked away and Zahra finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he was near, his presence left her completely unnerved, not only because he was her captor, but because his beautiful crystal gaze was unreadable. His broad back turned to her, Zahra couldn’t make out what he was looking for. He was rooting through a satchel.
“Is that where you keep your stash of torture weapons?”
In a scintillating twist, he turned with a familiar object in hand. The beautiful blown glass was a work of art and also one of her favorite dildos.
“You really navigated my wall of sex toys, didn’t you? Am I popping your dildo cherry? You seem very excited.”
“Because I see weakness plain on your face. Your body withering away as your tongue tries to convince yourself otherwise.”
He found his way between her legs once more, a massive statue of a man, perhaps Ares, the god of war. His only quest was to destroy her.
Lennox reached out to find the tiny vibrator within the torn scrap of lace then pressed it against her swollen clit. Under his command, the small toy sprang to life. Wet rapids of heat flooded the area between her legs and Lennox placed the large round head of the glass shaft at her core. Oh gods.
