Broken Vow

by Zoey Marcel

  “You creamed all over my cock while we were in the van. Is that the behavior of an angel, Sonya?” he taunted coldly.

  “I'm ovulating.” Her eyes burned as she tugged in vain against her confinement. “I'm not a slut. I'm good. Why can't I be good?”

  “You tell me.” He didn't strike her. Merely let her wallow in her tears in the awful, telling silence.

  “I don't want this. Please let me go.”

  “I'm an incubus, dear girl. If I let you go, I will have to seek gratification elsewhere.”

  His words stabbed her in the heart, but she mustn't show any signs of heartache for him to use against her. “I know.”

  “And you can live with that? You can go on with your life without being tormented by the knowledge that I'm caressing another woman's breasts and my cock is filling another woman's pussy with the semen I used to pour into you?”

  She swallowed down the lump in her throat as a bitter tear slipped down her cheek. “I'll be too busy with other men to care.”

  Nimbus walked around to the front of her. “Suppose I give my heart to another woman, or have a child with someone else. What then?”

  She broke down and cried, unable to hide the sniffle of regret from him. “You're such an ass.”

  He knelt in front of her, features softening with sympathy and tenderness. “I can see that tears you up inside. You can't tell me you feel nothing for me. I felt your surrender in the van. You still want me, even if it's considered wrong in heaven's eyes. You still love a demon.”

  Sonya shook her head rapidly.

  “You're a liar.”

  “No, I'm not. Please, just let me go. I don't want to go to hell.”

  Nimbus stood, becoming shrouded in a veil of hostility and resentment as he returned the paddle to a table. “Then you should have fallen for a different man.”

  If only she had, then she would've been spared the torture of this impasse. Sonya had always seen an angel when she looked at him, but he wasn't an angel and hadn't been for thousands of years.

  Hell wasn't made of fire and darkness as she once believed. She'd known fire and darkness. The fire of passion. The darkness of searching in vain while clinging to a fading dream. Hell was cold, empty and bright. The coldness of the truth. The empty feeling of closure left her lonely and chilled to the bone with regret. A heartache that was as biting and numbing as the frigid winds of an approaching winter. Hell was facing the truth and losing everything that meant anything to you. She would've preferred flames and darkness, but the winds of change and the light of reality piercing through her clouds of false hope were a far bleaker fate.

  She and Nimbus could never be together. That was hell. The unforgiving silence filled with unspoken words they were forbidden to utter. The psychological sound of a door closed in her face forever - the door to the past. The paradise she still secretly longed for.

  “I should really be thanking you for your heartlessness,” Nimbus said as he approached her with a cane. “If you still had feelings for me I would've gone easy on you. But since neither of us gives a shit about each other any longer, my hands are untied.”

  Nimbus felt a sadistic sense of glee at the horror on Sonya's face when she saw the cane he carried.

  “Not the cane,” she pleaded as her eyes welled again.

  “Yes, the cane. This is nothing compared to what you put me through.” He struck her once with it, thrilling at her shrill scream of suffering. It served the bitch right. It pissed him off to think of all the men she'd slept with during their separation even though she'd been mated to him all this time.

  “Please stop. I'm sorry I hurt you. Oh god!” She cried harder at the next two blows.

  His cock tightened at the way she bawled and pleaded for mercy as he punished her for her infidelities. “Did you enjoy being fucked by other men, Sonya? Do you like throwing your body around like a bloody tramp?”

  “No!” she sobbed. “I was lonely.”

  “Are you lonely now?” he taunted as he flayed her with the cane. “Should I call Jude and Drakkar in here to take care of your needs?”

  “Please don't! I just want to go home.”

  “Your home is with me, or have you forgotten that?” Nimbus struck her butt and thighs harder, reminding her that he owned her. More than anything he wanted to break that stubborn spirit of hers and somehow reach the woman underneath that he knew still loved him.

  His shaft pounded like a sledgehammer at the evidence of abuse displayed proudly on her rump and legs. Her taut, shapely ass and lovely, toned thighs were cherry-red and covered with beautiful contusions that connected her body to its true master. The tram tracks from the cane were unmistakable and the red stripes from the belt left trails of reddish-purple welts that were a feast for his ruthless eyes. The inflamed marks would eventually become black and blue. Her lush bottom was swollen so badly, it resembled a rising cake.

  “Who is your master, Sonya?” he quietly interrogated her.

  She sniffled as she wept. “You are.”

  “And who is your god?”

  She jerked against her shackles in a ballistic attempt to escape. “Oh, no! You're not my god. Please don't make me say it.”

  She screamed when he pelted her with the cane in retribution. Her skin tore at his most severe strike. Her delicious blood pooled to the surface and trickled down the cut, likely resembling the tears that were streaming down her pretty face.

  “I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything, just please stop hurting me. If I could bring Sully back I would, but I can't.”

  Nimbus stood beside her and stroked his fingertips along her smooth back and shoulders. She was utterly breathtaking. No woman would ever compare to her. “You want me to stop caning you?”

  “Please, I'm begging you.”

  Nimbus felt a surge of blood flow to his cock at her tearful plea for mercy. He could make her say he was her god, but she wouldn't mean it. Someday she would. If it was the last thing he did, he would get her to make an idol out of him again. He would see her choose him over the god that came between them right now.

  “What would you do to persuade me to be merciful?” he asked slyly.

  “Anything.”

  His muscles tensed with pent-up lust as he set the cane aside and went across the room to open the door. Jude and Drakkar came in.

  Sonya's eyes squeezed shut. “Not that. Please. I don't want to go to hell.”

  “I've been spanking you for about twenty or so minutes, Sonya. We can continue that if you would prefer,” Nimbus told her.

  Her eyes misted with sorrow. “How can you do this to me?”

  He stiffened, feeling a wall of ice rise between them. “How could you do what you did to me?”

  Her lids descended over her soggy eyes and milked the droplets from them again. “You shouldn't have come back for me. If you loved me, you would’ve stayed away.”

  “What makes you think I love you?”

  She started bawling again and he almost reached out to her. Nimbus knew he was a bastard for hurting her, but the heartless way she denounced her feelings for him a little while ago was still fresh in his mind. He needed to get even with her.

  “If I do this, will you let me go?” Her tone shook from her extended period of crying.

  “Of course,” he whispered, brushing away her tears.

  Not a chance in hell, love.

  The other two men had stripped and were already reclining on the oversize bed. Nimbus unchained Sonya and wiped away the blood from her fanny. She nearly fell over when she caught a glimpse of her backside in the mirror.

  “Oh, god,” she breathed in shock.

  “Undress me,” he whispered, deliberately hushing his tone to a seductive timbre that would undo her.

  She kept her head bowed and her eyes from his as she obeyed. He kept his smile subtle as he watched her take his clothes off. With her undressing him, it forced her to get involved and become a part of this sinful liaison.

  He elevate
d her chin and ensnared her fetching brown eyes with his. “Come to bed with us, love.”

  Her bosom and cheeks became flushed with the telltale pinkish hue of arousal. He sensed the emotional battle within her as he took her by the hand in an intimate gesture and led her slowly to the bed where the other two men waited for them. Jude lay on his back and Nimbus lifted her up so she straddled Jude's lap.

  “Put him inside of you, little flower. Open your body for us,” Nimbus whispered into her ear.

  Sonya shivered and gripped Jude's organ, making him moan with need. She guided it to her slit and hesitated, seeming to war with her conscience over the matter.

  “If the cane hasn't reminded you who your master is, then perhaps the bullwhip will,” Nimbus hinted.

  Sonya shuddered and pushed Jude's penis into her vagina, sinking down on him until she had all of him inside her. The way she gaped and tried to stifle any sounds of elation and the guttural noise that came from Jude made Nimbus smile. There was no way his mate could play with fire and not get burned. He had her right where he wanted her.

  “Oh blazes, she's so tight and wet,” Jude groaned. “Did you give her an orgasm?”

  “No. I made her wet when I fucked her in the van,” Nimbus explained while he lubricated Sonya's anus.

  Drakkar rested on his knees at the head of the bed and dangled his erection in front of her face. “Open up, baby.”

  She turned coy and uncertain. “You aren't really going to let me go after this, are you?”

  Nimbus grinned and spread her butt cheeks apart. “Not a prayer.”

  “You lied to me.”

  Jude laughed. “Yes, shocking that a demon would employ deception to obtain what he wants. Have you learned nothing, Sonya?”

  She tried to get up, but they held her in place. “I'm not supposed to do this. Please don't damn me.”

  Nimbus gripped her by the hair and Drakkar forced her jaw in such a way that her mouth opened so he could cram his dick in.

  “You were damned the hour you fell for me,” Nimbus murmured into her ear. “Now stop pretending to be something you're not.”

  She mewled in pain at his hands on her battered ass cheeks as he poked at her rear entry with his cockhead. He gave a nice push and slowly gained ground into her snug, forbidden passage. He moaned wildly when he bottomed out inside of her.

  “Do you feel us inside of you, Sonya? Your body is stuffed with the cocks of soulless beings and your shameless pussy is creaming all over Jude's shaft,” Nimbus taunted.

  Her demure blush amused the hell out of him.

  “You're slobbering all over Drakkar's dick like a scandalous hussy and your little asshole is swallowing my penis like a greedy slut.”

  Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment and she protested on Drakkar's length.

  “Look in the mirror over there, Sonya. Tell me what you see.” Nimbus yanked her off Drakkar's prick and made her look at her reflection in the mirror. “Is that the image of an angel? Do angels sleep with three men at once? Do angelic beings get aroused by demons?”

  Her head hung in shame and she sniffled. “This was just a mistake. I'll be forgiven.”

  “Keep telling yourself that.” He pushed her head forward so her mouth consumed Drakkar's meat again. “Spread your wings, slave. I want to see them.”

  Sonya reluctantly brought her black angel wings out and spread them. The ebony wingspan was impressive and enchanting. It thrilled him to know that he was soiling a fallen angel and destroying her last chance at redemption. She would burn with him. There in the depths of hell with her by his side, he would make his final “fuck you” to the light by holding an angel captive in his torrid, damning embrace for all eternity. She would never escape him. The passion they shared would be worth the torment they would endure later. Her touch would be his oasis in the desert of perdition.

  The men moved inside of her, taking their pleasure and running their hands all over her body so she couldn't walk away from this encounter unscathed. Tears of remorse slipped down her cheeks. She was afraid of burning and afraid of her secret delight in the tryst being discovered. She felt violated and dizzy with lust and confusion as they ravaged and touched her.

  Nimbus felt Jude thrusting into her body from the other side. His gliding erection made Sonya's already tight ass that much snugger as their pumping dicks compressed against the thin membrane that separated them.

  Nimbus glanced over at the mirror, excited by what he saw there. His woman had three cocks in her. The dark-haired beauty with the plumes of midnight had forsaken her vows and taken three demons into her body. He felt his pre-cum seeping from his glans and dripping into her rectum at the scorching thought.

  Her ass had been beaten raw and she whimpered with suffering whenever his balls slapped her there. The pre-orgasmic flutters caused her stomach muscles to contract and relax quickly in anticipation of the approaching finale. She sucked Drakkar's oversized cock like a slutty pro and Nimbus caught the scent of her juices as they slicked Jude's shaft while he drove into her cunt.

  Nimbus dragged his tongue over her plumes, moaning when her anal muscles clenched and she whimpered at the oral stimulation on her feathers. He smiled. She was sensitive there apparently. He'd never fucked a black angel before, so how was he to know? He dragged his tongue up her spine where they sprouted from. She bucked and squealed, her aura radiating with pure rapture.

  Drakkar and Jude continued to thrust into his woman as they sought their release.

  Nimbus kept tonguing and laving Sonya until she trembled and cried out in abandon. He brought her to orgasm from bathing her wings with his tongue. The knowledge brought a sense of masculine pride to him and the way her asshole sucked his cock with her spasms nearly made him come. He drew up into himself the way he taught himself to keep from coming too early. Generally, he just shot his load when the end drew near, but there were times with Sonya when he’d hold his semen in at the onset of orgasm just so he could prolong the paradise of being inside her treasured body.

  Jude came first and roared his release.

  “Oh shit, I'm gonna come!” Drakkar announced breathlessly.

  Sonya seemed driven mad by the encounter as she wrestled with her conscience and fought her emotions and the inevitable pleasure they brought her.

  Nimbus always loved sharing her with other men like this, but it cut him up inside and pissed him off to think of her sleeping with another man behind his back without his knowledge or permission. That damned son of a bitch, Aramis, thought Sonya was his mate. Damn him. She was his mate and his alone.

  His fangs dropped and Nimbus sank them into her flesh where he'd bitten her long ago. His mating mark was still there. The bond they shared was unbreakable, but his jealousy demanded that he reassert his claim on her.

  She screamed in agony and then in pleasure as another climax slammed into her. Her holes contracted and milked the cum from their cocks. Drakkar's dick in her mouth choked out her tortured sounds as he too found his own release.

  Nimbus struggled to catch his breath, relishing the sounds of the other three panting for air in the aftermath as well. His shaft pulsed and throbbed with sexual awareness and his testicles felt empty and sated.

  He looked into the mirror again and saw the satisfaction on each of their faces. Their bodies glistened with sweat and their groins were coated in the fluids of their arousal.

  Sonya's cheeks were stained with tears, but the flow had stopped and a surreal shock had taken dominion over her face. Her surrender to them left her incredulous and afraid. Her mind sought to deny her revelry, but Nimbus wouldn't let her.

  He turned her head and forced her to take in the reflection of their spent bodies and the obvious gratification they experienced with each other. “What do you see, Sonya?”

  She gulped and her eyes lowered in shame. “Four people.”

  “Do you know what I see?” His lips drew near her ear and he whispered his answer into it. “I see four demons.”


  * * *

  “Do you know why I have you chained to the bed and am about to stick a catheter up you, Sonya?” Nimbus seemed as though he tried not to laugh at the terror on her face.

  “Because I told Tansy where I was.”

  Earlier he made her call Tansy to say that she and Dante were spending the weekend together and would need Tansy to watch Faith longer. Sonya parroted the script he wrote for her and then she blurted over the phone, “Help me! I'm in Seattle!”

  Jude had pried the phone away from her and Nimbus pulled Sonya away before she could disclose any more information. She yelled his name out before he clapped a silencing hand over her mouth, but she wasn't sure if Tansy heard it or not.

  Jude hung the phone up with a scowl on his face.

  Now Nimbus had Sonya naked on her back, handcuffed to the bed and shaking in fright over the foreign instruments he laid out on a table by the bed.

  “You defied your master. You deserve to be punished for it, don't you?”

  She swallowed nervously. “Yes, but not like this.”

  He grinned. “Just like this, Sonya. You've forgotten who owns your body and controls your fate. You need to be reminded of it.”

  She gulped and tried to close her thighs, but he'd bound them spread-eagle to the foot board so she couldn't escape his sadistic will. “I remember now.”

  He chuckled. “I'm not sure you do. When I put this inside of you and you see your urine flow into the bag, knowing you're powerless to stop it, you will know how much power I have over you.”

  “Yes, so much power,” she squeaked, wiggling in apprehension on the bed. “Please don't do this.”

  “You think I'm going to hurt you,” he realized.

  She nodded in fear.

  His expression softened and his tone became caring. “I'm not going to hurt you, Sonya. This is about power and control, not pain. If you hold still and obey me, you won't sustain any damage from this. I don't want you to feel pain this time. That's why I gave you that pill a little while ago.”

  “Thank you,” she said quietly.

  The silence was deafening and the air somehow colder, though Sonya felt feverish in the seconds that ticked slowly past, yet ended all too quickly for comfort. The exotic scent of fruity shower gel that she bathed with hung in the air, mingling with the hypnotic musk of his cologne. They were familiar essences that gave her comfort and security, even as they seduced her trust and will. They soothed her, warring with the fragrance of fear-induced perspiration that threatened to steal possession of her sanity.