by Jo Carlisle
“Absolutely. Wait right here, I’ll be back.”
He slid out of bed and walked unsteadily toward the shower. Once he disappeared inside the bathroom, the demon voiced his concern.
“Do you really think it’s wise to put yourself at risk in his hands with the kind of scene you’ve spurred him to enact?”
“Maybe not.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “But I do know that the real Soren recognizes me as his mate, not that witch. I’m betting on his soul knowing the truth, even though it’s stained with Leila’s lies and manipulations. Soren won’t hurt me, and I’ll get through to him.”
“That’s a huge chance you’re taking.”
“But I have to.” She thought back to the incident with Jordy. “Soren lost control with one of the Chosen and came close to draining him. I was so damned scared, but I was able to get through to him. Maybe this darkness inside him was suppressed because of me, and if I can reach him, he can get control long enough to beat her.”
“Do what you must, and I’ll be there.”
“Thanks.”
When Soren finished showering, he dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt and called Val over. “Okay, this is going to be a big scene, and this is how I want to do it.”
Keeping Harley out of the loop, the vampire spoke in hushed tones to the demon prince, who argued but eventually relented. The vampire left the room, and Harley waited to hear what to do next.
“All right, pretty. I hope you can handle what he’s got planned.” He chuckled. “I have to admit, my cock and balls are like stone just anticipating what we’re going to do to you.”
Her pulse sped up and her nipples tightened. “What will that be?”
“We’re playing master and slave, and you don’t have to guess which one you are.”
“I’m surprised he’d pick that game, since he’s so against the idea of slaves.”
“But our Soren isn’t in the driver’s seat in his mind,” he reminded her. “And besides, I think the plan excites you more than a little.”
“You’re right—it does. Now what?”
“We begin now. And remember, I’m playing a role, pretty,” he said gently.
“Okay.” She let out a deep breath.
“Take off all your clothes. Every stitch.”
“But I’ve got to go outside to walk to the other building!”
“Do it, slave,” he growled, snapping his wings open. The huge black feathers made him appear even more dangerous. “If you know what’s good for you. And do not speak unless you’re asked a direct question.”
She undressed, hands shaking some as she kicked out of her shoes and pulled off her shirt and bra. Next went the jeans, and she stepped out of them, naked and feeling very vulnerable. Which she was. She just hoped Soren remembered he was acting.
Remember me, please. Don’t let this thing win!
She followed Valafar on shaking legs down the stairs and out of the house. From the knowing smirks, the guests of the infamous sex resort were used to seeing someone being led stark-naked in broad daylight to a scene. It was a relief to gain the safety of the other building—but safety was a relative term. Her nerves were in full force as they descended the stairs.
Next Val led her down the hallway and straight into a playroom. She stood, checking the place out. Equipped with every imaginable device capable of eliciting erotic rapture, the room was a no-holds-barred sexual playground.
Gracing center stage, a massive four-poster bed loomed, almost identical to the one in Soren’s bedroom—except this one had leather restraints, a collar, and chains. A sling attached to straps and pulleys was suspended from the ceiling off to one side of the room, and Harley couldn’t fathom how the thing might be used. Wasn’t sure she wanted to know, either.
Whips of assorted sizes hung from hooks on the black-painted walls. Dozens of candles had been lit, casting eerie, dancing shadows around the room. Like a wicked cave, she thought. A multicolored assortment of oils waited on the bedside table, fit for a yummy feast.
“Jesus Christ,” she choked. “What am I doing?”
“Remember the rules, slave.” Valafar flicked a hand. “Get on the bed. Question?”
Harley crawled into the middle of it, sitting on her knees, and gazed at Valafar, barely able to speak. “What do I do now?”
“Whatever your master desires,” he murmured, his voice low and sensual. “Give him your wrists.”
She offered them to Soren, who had returned. He reached to the headboard, took a pair of handcuffs secured to the bed by a length of chain, and snapped them in place. Next her lover brought forth a leather collar, also chained, and slipped it over her head.
“This is one of my favorites,” Soren informed her, tightening the length to take out much of the slack. “I enjoy total control. The more you struggle, helpless to prevent me from doing anything I wish, the more aroused I become. There’s something dangerous about the way I’ll tighten it around your throat while I fuck your ass. Something dark and decadent about knowing I could snap your neck if I please, even as we both come.”
An electric thrill zinged down Harley’s spine. A sense of unreality descended over her as Valafar picked up a strip of black silk, placed it between her teeth, and tied it behind her head. She’d stepped into a decadent dream, a willing offering awaiting the beast’s appearance from the flickering shadows to devour her.
As long as that didn’t happen literally, she was good.
Valafar bent to kiss her lightly on the cheek. “Don’t be afraid, pretty. Just open your heart and mind to him. Accept him. You’re his now.”
He moved into the pool of darkness beyond the bed, watching as Soren walked into the dancing light, wearing only a loose silk robe of deep blue. The flames reflected the hue into eyes that glittered like black jewels from the planes of his angular face. Dark brown hair fell over the vampire’s forehead into those arresting eyes, and brushed his neck.
With lean strides, he moved with the grace of a panther, letting the robe slip off his shoulders and to the floor. He stood by the side of the bed, his expression feral, like it hadn’t been at the gazebo. He sported an enviable six-pack stomach and long, strong legs . . . and his enormous shaft stood out proudly at the ready.
She bowed her head and curled in on herself, instinctively trying to make herself smaller in the face of this wicked stranger. Unprepared, she started when Soren grabbed her chin and forced it up so that her eyes meet his gaze. His smoky voice held a thread of anger.
“Never do that again. Don’t hide from me, ever. You’re beautiful. And you’re mine.”
The vampire tunneled strong fingers though Harley’s hair, then traveled downward to encircle the column of her throat. The wild throb of her pulse tripped in the delicate hollow like a jackhammer, betraying her trepidation, and this seemed to please Soren.
“Valafar is quite the lover, isn’t he?”
A loaded question. Harley stared at him, transfixed, waiting for the cobra to strike. Soren gave a predatory smile.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teased, knowing damned well his captive couldn’t answer. “We both know you couldn’t resist having his cock inside you, any more than I could stop myself from fucking him if I had the chance.”
A flicker of fear raced along her spine in response to Soren’s words, and an involuntary whimper escaped. How much did he really remember? Soren knelt on the bed between Harley and the headboard, forcing her to move backward. The collar around her throat tightened a bit more, along with the pressure of Soren’s strong fingers, reminding her that she was at this predator’s mercy.
Helpless.
“Oh yeah. Val had you first, and for that I’m going to punish you. I’m your master and you belong to me,” he said in a low voice. “I’m going to teach you all the meanings of total submission you never dreamed existed in your wildest fantasies. Or your darkest nightmares. You’re my slave and will deny me nothing. Nothing. Do you understand?”
“Good, because I’ll do to you whatever I desire, whenever I wish to do it. Starting now.” Soren tested the chain secured to the cuffs on her wrists. Then he sat, reclining against the headboard with his legs out in front of him. “There. You have plenty of room to maneuver. Lie facedown across my lap and prepare to receive the first of your punishment.”
God, is he actually going to—
“Yes, I’m going to spank that sweet ass,” he smiled. “Get over here. Now.”
Harley shook as she moved to Soren’s side and positioned her hips over his. A tiny shudder rippled through her when she spread herself on her belly, across Soren’s lap, with her cuffed hands above her head and the vampire’s heated cock nestled into her mound.
“Oh yes.” One big hand pinned her in place while the other rubbed her exposed cheeks. “Let’s see what you’re made of, gorgeous.”
Soren’s open palm came down forcefully, and the shock of the blow took her breath away. She gasped but didn’t have time to recover before there was another slap to her bottom. She cried out against the gag, but her captor chuckled.
“God, that’s lovely. You should see how pretty and red your ass is. Feel how we rub against each other when I spank you?”
Another blow brought tears to her eyes, but her body was responding to the rough treatment—the scene she’d asked for. Every time Soren slapped her, his erection rubbed against her, each of them teasing the other. In a strange way, it made Harley feel connected to her tormentor.
“This is important, baby. Feel my power flowing through you,” Soren purred as though reading her mind. “You must understand and accept your role and mine. You’ll learn to bend to my will, eagerly. Before I allow you to leave this room, I’ll have you in every way possible. I’m going to drown you in sensation, break you. And when you believe you can’t take any more, Val and I will fuck you while you scream for mercy, drenched in our cum. Only then will you be broken to my satisfaction.”
Harley whimpered. Master and slave. So wicked, the thrall of his mind control more addictive than cocaine. More and more blows on her ass. She moaned, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.
Soren leaned toward the bedside table and picked up one of the bottles of oil. He spread Harley’s butt and poured a generous amount on her hole. She flinched when the vampire inserted a finger and began to prepare her channel. After a few strokes, she was writhing in anticipation.
“You like that, baby? Let’s see how you enjoy this.”
Her master retrieved something else and parted her cheeks again. Something large, round, and slick probed her anus. Slowly, Soren began to work it in. The device was almost too large, and fiery pain mingled with intense pleasure as it stretched her to the limit. Filled her deeper, deeper.
Her ragged moan was muffled by the gag. “Ohhh.”
A dildo, she realized. A really huge one. She was glad she hadn’t been able to see it.
“That’s it,” Soren whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You’re anticipating what I’ll do to your body next, aren’t you? Craving more punishment? There. The rubber cock is buried all the way inside your pretty ass. But you don’t get relief yet. Not even close. It’s going to stay inside you, torturing you. Roll onto your back.”
Panting, Harley did as she was told. Soren moved off to the side and patted the pillows at the headboard.
“Here, lie down. I’m going to put a couple of pillows underneath your hips to lift you up. I want to see that dildo in your ass, knowing it’s driving you insane with pleasure while I continue.”
Harley scooted into position, not even daring to guess what he’d do now. Soren put the pillows underneath her, then tightened the chain on her collar to the limit. Next, he did the same with her cuffed wrists, pulling her arms over her head. Then Soren spread her legs wide, binding each ankle to a bedpost.
Harley blinked, panic warring with the liquid heat stealing through her. She was completely at the vampire’s mercy now. No turning back. Soren’s cock was hard, and he no doubt anticipated what he’d do to her soon.
“Fuck, yes. You’re so beautiful, Harley.” Soren moved off the bed and disappeared into the shadows for a few seconds. He returned, holding something long, slender, and black in one hand. He showed it to Harley, eyes glittering. “This is one of my favorites.”
A riding quirt! Harley’s heart pounded. She shook her head, nearly frantic, but not just with fear. Her pussy was wet, throbbing.
“I’m your master. With every blow, you will call me that in your mind. Master. You will engrave the word in your soul, and later, when I fuck you senseless, you will scream it as I fill your sweet hole with my cum.”
Soren sat on his knees beside her. Harley strained against the bindings as the vampire ran the quirt between her legs, back and forth, letting her feel the length of it. Lightly, Soren—no, her master—began to flick the insides of her thighs with the very tip of the quirt. Then lightly against her little clit. Not hurting her, but reminding her that he could if he wanted.
Wonderful little electric sensations zinged through her cunt. She wiggled, groaning at the dual stimulation tormenting her ass and, oh, her pussy.
“Yes, give yourself over to your master. Totally,” her lover hissed.
Master, her mind echoed.
The light flicks became more pronounced, took on a more stinging bite. Nipping at her slit.
Ohh yess. Master. Her entire body went molten. She arched her back, hips bucking, crying into the gag.
Master, please help me! Give me release!
Suddenly the flogging stopped. She wept in frustration as her master laid the quirt aside. Her lover moved in, bending his face close to her own, smoothing back her hair.
“Mmm, you’re quite the little masochist, aren’t you? Need to orgasm so badly you hurt, don’t you? Not yet, beautiful. I want to savor you like this for a while. My slave spread before me, powerless against me, and begging for more pain, more pleasure. I own you now. Understand?”
Harley nodded, tears rolling into her hair.
“Excellent. Remember, do not come before I give you permission. I’ll know if you do, because I’ll scent your release, and the punishment will be severe.”
Soren disappeared again. Harley’s chest heaved as she fought back release. What was Soren doing? Her grinning master returned, holding two small silver clamps in his fingers. Opening the jaws of the tiny devices, he revealed serrated teeth that would inflict more pain. Harley’s eyes rounded, and she struggled to no avail.
“Hold still while Val puts these on you.” Rubbing the clamps over his slave’s nipples, teasing them to hardened peaks, he smiled, then handed them to his friend.
Val held them up. “Such small, seemingly innocuous devices, aren’t they? That’s what makes them so perfect for reminding you how helpless you are to my wishes.”
Guessing Val’s intention wasn’t difficult. Desperately, Harley shook her head, sweat beading on her forehead. The prince only laughed, and sprang the jaws of one clamp onto her left nipple. She cried out hoarsely, straining, as metal bit into tender flesh. The process was repeated on the other one, leaving her electrified with agony. Desire.
“Stop fighting,” her master crooned. “Breathe deeply. Drink the pain. Allow it to become part of you.”
She gulped deep breaths, her entire body quivering, hyperaware of her vulnerability. The darkest corner of her soul begged her to submit to this devil. That newly awakened, perverse part of her opened like a flower in the rain. Daring her dangerous captors to do more, much more.
“Ooh, got some spunk left, huh?” Soren’s eyes glittered in approval. “Good. I’d hate to break you too easily. I think we’ll let you stew for a while. Miss us.”
Harley blinked as Soren slid off the bed and grabbed his silk robe. Wha
t? Those sons of bitches planned to just leave her here, trussed like a game hen, every cell in her body aching for release?
Footsteps receded. A door closed in the inky blackness at the top of the stairwell.
Bastards! Closing her eyes, Harley groaned in misery.
And waited. It seemed an eternity before their footsteps returned.
“Did you miss us?” Soren smiled. Joining her, he cupped his captive’s cheek.
Gods, yes!
Harley closed her eyes briefly, afraid of the ways her master would abuse her body. Even more frightened of her own awakening. But when she opened them again, her eyes conveyed the message Fuck you! Make me bow to your will, damn you!
Her master caught the challenge. And accepted.
Joining her, Val took one of the silver clamps between two fingers and slowly twisted the imprisoned nipple. Shock waves of pain shot to her brain, and Harley cried out, thrashing.
“Aahhhh!”
Smiling, the prince repeated the process on the other nipple. Then he bent and sucked each pouty nub, twirling the clamp with tongue and teeth, ignoring his captive’s screams.
Val raised his head, and Harley knew only a moment of respite. Soren used the fingers of one hand to slide past her pussy lips and into her channel while the other grasped the end of the dildo. He began to work the toy, pulling it out slowly, pushing it in. Deep. In and out. Faster, harder, until it plunged ruthlessly into her hole, slamming her ass. Harley arched her back, moaning, reveling in the burn. The fingers fucking her pussy.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. Take it all, but don’t come.”
Lost in hell, Harley strained to obey. She was hardly aware of the fake cock and ankle restraints being removed. Her legs were spread and Soren moved between them, hooking his strong arms under the backs of her knees. He lifted Harley’s hips off the bed and draped her legs over his shoulders. The tip of Soren’s huge cock probed her slick entrance, but he held back.
“Look at me,” her master ordered, eyes smoldering. “I’m going to fuck my beautiful slave until you break. Until you sob, begging your master for release.”
