I nearly chewed through my lower lip. My highest card was a nine. I didn’t even have one face card or one pair to gamble with, and my heart clamored in my chest. If I held onto the nine and dropped the rest, I could get as bad a hand as I had now. That would mean two days’ worth of constant blow jobs.
I closed my eyes and hung my head, shuffling the cards in front of me.
He tapped his fingers on the table as he waited.
“Fuck it,” I mumbled and put four cards down, flipping another coin into the pot.
He dropped three cards this time and the minute the four cards were placed in front of me, I held my breath. One by one, I lifted them and with each card revealed, my stomach dropped lower and lower. My less than stellar hand consisted of a pair of nines.
“It’s your bet,” he purred. His eyes sparkling at my readable reaction.
“Call.” I met his gaze.
He shuffled coins and then moved five into the growing pot. It was a dare and I couldn’t fathom sucking him off for that long.
“Dammit,” I growled and threw my hand down.
The table disappeared and so did my chair. I landed on my knees in front of him.
“That’s ten days,” he purred. My gaze snapped up to his. “Ten glorious days fucking your mouth.”
“But I thought it was just two days,” I gasped.
“You got straight A’s in math—you can count. But in case you are having a hard time of it, you owed me eight days before this hand. Eight plus two.” His hand snaked out, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer to his crotch.
“I...I...” I stuttered, trying to backpedal.
He looked at his watch. “Time starts now.” His gaze left me hot and cold at the same time.
“What if I refuse?” I breathed the words and his features hardened.
“Then I will make sure your ten days are more brutal than what I showed you earlier. I will let them have you.” He pointed. The new display showed beings with teeth and claws, and the souls stuck in the space with them screamed as they were ripped slowly to pieces while being ravaged by the beasts. It was a combination of both horrors he showed me before.
I blinked, and then made my decision. I reached for his zipper and he sighed with a grin as my lips slid over his hard cock. He was longer and thicker than any man I could remember sucking off and lately, there were more than I cared to admit. He stretched my lips, filling the space in my mouth with only a quarter of his length.
He let me do the work, sucking and stroking, until both his hands threaded into my hair. The first thrust of his hips choked me and I gagged around him, but that didn’t slow him down. He pressed farther and farther down my throat; each thrust bashed my uvula until all the muscles in my neck constricted and pulled him farther down my esophagus.
“That’s it, baby, swallow every fucking inch of me,” he purred as he fucked the back of my throat. Each stroke slammed his balls into my chin. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” He sped up his assault until he drowned me with semen.
He pushed one last time, the spasms sending spurts after spurts into my throat and when he pulled out of my mouth, a thick line of cum drizzled onto the floor. He sat as I coughed and gagged and finally caught my breath.
“Two hundred thirty-nine hours and forty minutes to go,” he said with a smile and I stared in horror as he twitched back to life.
I blinked back the tears and took a deep breath before I covered his cock with my lips. Instead of stroking, I ran my tongue around the sensitive tip, slid it in the slit and tasted the hint of pre-cum that bloomed. It was salty, like I expected, but it also burned on my tongue.
“Are you considering forfeiting?”
“No, I’m just caching my breath.” I cursed the gods for taking the gamble.
“There will be no breath catching.” He pulled me back in place, widening his legs and lounging with his cock at attention and his balls hanging over the edge of the chair. “You can suck my balls when you need to catch your breath.”
I glared at the smug look on his face. “I might just bite it all off,” I muttered. His gaze traveled to the horrific scene still playing in the background. The volume increased and all I could hear were screams of agony and the tearing of flesh.
Instead of reacting, I lowered my mouth over him, accepting my punishment for taking the gamble in the first place. I calculated the number of times I would have to suck him off and let out a wail of despair when I realized I had to do this another seven hundred and nineteen times, assuming it took him twenty minutes to blow his load and less than five minutes to recover between orgasms.
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He groaned, unloading again, and then he pushed me away. “Time,” he whispered, his voice so satiated that I wanted to inflict as much pain on him as I was experiencing. My lips were chapped, raw, and as swollen as my tongue was. My throat felt as if I swallowed a dozen razors between his continued mouth fucking and my vomiting. After the thirtieth time, I couldn’t stomach his jizz and every time he finished, I leaned over the bucket someone had provided and purged my stomach. This time was no different.
The whine that came out when the acid flowed over my lips sounded almost inhuman and tears burned my eyes. The scraping of chairs pulled my attention and I spit before I looked over my shoulder. The poker table was set back up.
Kaine had one arm over the back of his chair and he nodded toward the opposite seat.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I whispered, my voice as raw as my lips. But I got to my feet and stumbled to the chair.
Without words, he threw in a chip and waited until I tossed in mine. I met his gaze and my throat clenched at the amusement etched into the curve of his lips. I can safely say after ten days, I hated him. The spice scent that radiated from him was vile. I hadn’t caught the undertone of depravity, but now it’s all I smelled.
“Ante up,” he purred with a grin.
“Fuck you,” I hissed through my cracked lips.
“That can be arranged,” he said.
“I’d like to see you suck cock for ten days straight.”
His smile turned sour and his eyes sharpened to a glare. “Try doing it for ten years. It’s not pleasant, especially when it’s the devil’s dick.” He shifted and leaned forward. “Put your ante in,” he said through clenched teeth.
His statement caught me by surprise, but it didn’t lessen the anger filling my skin. I flicked the coin and glared at him, wishing him dead.
He shuffled a new deck; his gaze kept dropping to my ruined lips and back to my eyes. Kaine sighed and placed the cards in front of him before he reached toward me. I couldn’t move back fast enough; his thumb swiped my lips and left me gasping in pain.
He resumed shuffling and stared at the coins. Tingling replaced the pain and I couldn’t help but trace where he had touched with my own fingertip. The raw, bloody lips were gone. What was left was the smooth satin I was used to and my hand dropped to my lap.
“That’s for the next time you lose.” His tone carried the same fire burning in his eyes. Whatever awe I had momentarily felt vanished. He just healed me in the event of a repeat.
“You didn’t like the feel of raw lip burn?” I asked, wielding sarcasm.
He huffed at me. “Not particularly.”
The fact it wasn’t as satisfying to him after a while made me laugh. “If it bothered you, why didn’t you do this earlier?” I waved to my healed lips.
He smiled. “That would have defeated the point of your suffering.”
“You’re such a sleezy shit. Deal the fucking cards.”
This time his laugh was genuine and he dealt the five cards. I glanced at my hand and blinked. Spades. All five cards were spades and my breath caught as I rearranged them. Holy shit, I had a straight flush—not a royal straight flush but the likelihood of him beating me was slim.
“How many?” he asked and I shook my head.
“Pass,” I said and his eyebrow rose.
Kaine took three cards an
d his lips twitched.
“It’s your bet.” He met my gaze.
I looked at my pile. With a deep breath, I pushed it into the center. “I’m all in.”
“Are you sure?” He cocked his head and I nodded.
“Okay.” He matched the amount in the pot. “I’ll see your bet and I’ll raise you a fuck you will never forget.”
Damn him and that cocky smile. Despite my anger with him, my pussy clenched against the wetness now dripping from it. If I folded, he’d own me for all eternity. If I took the bet, even if I won, it meant he’d have his way with me. I was screwed either way.
“Check,” I muttered and nodded my chin toward him.
He slid his cards face up. The shit had four queens, but it wasn’t enough to beat a straight flush and I fanned my cards out with a smile.
He stared at the cards, his smile fading a moment, and then his gaze rose to mine. A heat like I never knew existed burned through me at the familiarity in that look. I couldn’t quite place where I had seen it before, but my lament dissolved the minute he pushed the table aside and motioned for me to come to him with his finger.
“You already gave me a fuck I would never forget.”
Kaine pressed his lips together and his eyes narrowed into slits. “Come here,” he ordered.
I laughed. “I want you to crawl to me on your knees,” I said, unwilling to be submissive to him after what he made me do for days on end. To my surprise, he got on his hands and knees and stalked toward me. My body reacted to the flare in his eyes as he approached.
He sat back on his knees in front of me and slid his hands up the inside of my calves. I inhaled, irritated that his gentle touch turned me on. This was the thing that relentlessly fucked my mouth like he had something to prove. When his soft caress reached my knees, he pushed out and spread my legs wide. The silky fabric of my skirt shred with the motion and left me exposed.
He kissed the inside of my thigh, twirling his tongue on my flesh as if he was giving me a lewd preview. And it worked: I was literally hotter than hell.
“What was that dream you had?” He cocked his head and tapped his lips with his finger.
“What dream would that be?” Even my voice carried that breathless, horny quality.
His eyes sparkled like the stars on a moonless night. “The one you had the night I gave you my card?”
Heat filled my face and I knew exactly what he was talking about. My pussy dripped at the thought and he leaned forward and flicked my clit with his tongue. I think I moaned. I know I gripped the sides of the chair as he slid me forward and ate me with the same ferocious zest he had fucked my mouth with.
It was beyond any fantasy I could conjure and I hated the fact this bastard could make my entire form tingle. My nipples hardened against the satin fabric of my dress; the soft whisper of silk heightened my sensitivity. Each swipe of his tongue sent a shiver through me and his dark eyes danced with aroused amusement when I came for the first time.
My moan filled the darkness. I expected a quick fuck to follow, but instead, he kept on licking. Just the sensation of his tongue and nothing else on my body drove me mad.
“Scream for me,” he whispered between swipes.
The wails in the background layered with mine, but there was a different quality in my release. It wasn’t born of pain; this was on the border of heavenly and my eyes opened and stared at the blackness as he built me up to another orgasm.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” My fingers slid into his thick silky hair and I pushed him harder into me. His tongue hit a speed I didn’t think possible, one that set my form to liquid fire.
My legs wrapped around his shoulders and my head tilted back at the ecstasy Kaine created. This time when my body contracted, come sprayed out of me and my scream ignited the room.
Kaine shifted and when his hips centered with mine, I brought my gaze to his. He smiled and slammed his full length and girth into my dripping pussy. I moaned, still clinging to handfuls of his hair. His retreat was so slow it almost burned and then the hard slam of our hips ripped another groan from me.
The rest of my dress shredded and he dipped his mouth to my nipples, spending time to pull another cry from my lips. His slow, hard strokes left me breathless and squirming for the same hard and fast thrusts he had exercised in my mouth. But he continued the slow grind until I was covered with sweat and begged him to go faster.
A low growl formed in his throat and his lips traveled to my neck; the chill spread, drying my sweat and I moaned. When his teeth bit my earlobe, my eyes rolled back in my head and my entire form contracted with the orgasm.
“Layla,” he whispered. “I could fuck you forever.”
His hot breath tickled my ear and my eyes flew open at his tone. It was soft and rang with longing, triggering a familiarity that escaped me. This was very different than his demeaning and demanding tone I had been assaulted with since I walked through the curtain. My gaze bounced to his. The sinuous motion of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me, but it was his eyes that made the moan well in my throat.
I saw the human under the folds of evil and the want in his eyes locked my breath in my lungs. His eyes closed and his head tilted back while his fingers dug into my thighs. My begging finally broke through and he moved fast and hard, and the gruff groan that came out of his throat sent me into another moment of bliss. He stiffened against me and pulled my hips to his.
Shudders cascaded through both our bodies and I unwrapped my trembling legs from around him. Kaine’s forehead dropped to my shoulder and his chest heaved, but he didn’t pull out of me yet and I didn’t hurry him along. As warped as it seemed, having him fill me gave me a sense of peace. It wasn’t until I ran my hands through his hair and pushed his head away from where it rested that I suddenly wanted him out.
His salacious grin made me feel dirty and used, and I wanted to wrap the torn fabric of my dress around me. He circled his hips once and then pulled out with a light laugh, becoming the demon I was used to.
I tried to pull the fabric together, but the dress was a total loss. He climbed to his feet and zipped himself back into the finely pressed pants. He reached down and picked up his shirt, keeping eye contact with me.
“I think that will stick with you for a very long time.”
I couldn’t argue with him. That was the kind of lovemaking that moved the earth. Unfortunately, there was no love in the equation. I shrugged and feigned indifference.
“You are a little slut, aren’t you?” His entire demeanor shut down on me as he pulled the silk dress shirt over his shoulders.
“Drop dead.” But even my voice sounded as pathetic as my curse.
He pulled the table back in place. “You have close to a year.” He made neat piles and pushed them to my side of the table. His eyebrow cocked.
I stared at the coins. “What happens when time runs out?” At a cellular level I knew. I would be his slave for the rest of time. His smile answered me. Before he even uttered the words, I knew a year was not enough. I wanted to see my son grow up and get married, have kids of his own; I wanted to see my grandchildren grow and a year was not enough time. Now I understood his comment. Time was more precious than money when the clock was ticking.
“I will come to collect my prize.” He leaned back and crossed his arms.
I flicked a coin into the middle of the table, and shifted the fabric so it at least covered my lap. There was nothing I could do about my bare chest and I cursed the chill biting at my skin, leaving my nipples hard and a focal point of his attention.
He threw his ante into the pot and shuffled the cards before dealing.
My target was twenty-five thousand days. That’s what I needed to win to have the lifetime I wanted and I was ready to endure whatever this shit threw my way to get there. I met his gaze.
“Deal,” I ordered.
He obliged.
“Fuck,” I muttered, looking at the hand. This was one of those I knew wouldn’t go my w
ay, but I tossed in a coin to see if I’d somehow get lucky with the flip. I dropped three of my five cards and glanced at him.
The bastard counted out coins. I raised my eyebrow.
“The bet to stay in is ten days.” He glanced at me.
I pressed my lips together and looked at my hand. I threw it down and glared at him, shaking my head.
I expected a chuckle or some snide remark, but there was an underlying aggravation etched into his features. He sighed, shaking his head for a moment. He closed his eyes and inhaled; when his eyelids opened a chill settled over the room. He moved the coins to his side of the table and stood, waving his hand across the surface. A solid board covered the table; he stepped to my side and pulled me to my feet.
Something about the resolve in his hard features hit a panic switch and I tried to yank away. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and slammed me face down on the board. His hand pressed between my shoulders and held me down hard enough to pull a gasp from my lips. Cuffs clasped on my wrist and I struggled as he pulled my arm out, locking the other side to the end of the table. He shifted, trading his hand holding me down and did the same with my other wrist. The bindings were so tight I couldn’t move and he pushed me far enough forward so my head dropped over the front side of the table.
Chains clasped each ankle. He pulled my legs wide and secured them in place. I was bound and bent over, completely at his mercy, and I panicked when he stepped in front of me. He crouched down and his dark eyes promised pain, but there was no glee there like there was when he lost the bet.
Somehow, this made it even worse and I couldn’t pull in a breath.
“Time starts now.” He stood and retreated behind me. His fingers probed, gently at first, spreading me before he paused and pulled his hand away. I got a sense he didn’t want to do this but before I could say anything snide, his fingers returned, this time with a vengeance. At first it was one finger and his motions brought forth a wave of wetness, coating my pussy. Two fingers spread me wide before three and four fingers forced their way in. When the rest of his hand pushed inside, I cried out at the pressure. His fist turned in slow rotations as he pushed it farther and farther in.
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