Playing With Monsters

by Amelia Hutchins

  “No,” I replied without hesitation. I had who I wanted; I was sitting in his lap. “I have what I want the most,” I whispered, turning to look at him.

  He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

  “And tomorrow if you discovered I’m a fucking monster, are you still going to want me?” he asked and I paused, knowing he was asking for a reason. There was a hidden meaning to his question, and I wasn’t sure what it was.

  “That depends,” I replied, watching him closely.

  “Depends on what, Lena?” he continued carefully as his eyes took on that guarded look. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone hurt this man. Badly. It wasn’t the one he’d lost long ago. No, someone had fucked him over, and hurt him somehow.

  “On if you grow two heads, because you’re mouthy enough with one,” I joked, needing to hear him laugh.

  He smirked and shook his head.

  “I’m not a nice guy,” he said seriously.

  “I didn’t ask you to be nice,” I countered.

  “That’s probably a good thing, because I have no intention of being nice tonight,” he said as he pulled my legs apart and my eyes moved back to the people in the room who watched us. “Look at them,” he whispered as he pulled me back, kissing my neck. “They want to see what this skimpy little dress is hiding; should we show them?”

  They were getting closer, as if drawn to us by some unseen lure. I felt his hand as he pulled the dress’s bodice to the side, exposing one breast. A man moved closer, kneeling in front of the window and stroking his cock as his eyes remained between my legs.

  “He wants you, my pretty little witch,” he growled. “Should I kill him?”

  I blinked at his words. Kill him? He couldn’t be serious; the guy was just doing what everyone else was. He just didn’t seem to care who knew he was turned on by what he was watching unfold between myself and Lucian.

  “Why?” I asked turning my eyes to Lucian. “Maybe it’s not me who he wants, but you.”

  Lucian laughed and shook his head. “Look at the couple in the back right corner.”

  There was a woman and a man; the woman’s eyes were latched on to my naked breast that Lucian fondled absently, while the man worked her from behind, watching me as well. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to the woman who he was fucking, but he was definitely paying attention to me.

  “He’s fucking her, wishing she was you. She wishes she was you.” His voice was smooth and even. His fingers moved to my nipple, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. His other hand slipped beneath my panties which caused the guy who was kneeled in front of us to lose it. “It’s you he wants, Lena,” he murmured as I arched into him. “One touch of your pussy and he wouldn’t be able to hold it back.”

  “I thought you said that I was yours alone; this feels more like you want to share me, with them,” I whimpered.

  “You are mine. This is me showing them what they will never have, showing off what belongs to me,” his voice was rough, like gravel.

  I wasn’t listening; I was lost in his touch. Fuck the other people. I wanted him buried inside of me. I ached to be his, to be taught what I knew only he could show me. I spread my legs further, ignoring the ripping of fabric as he removed the thin panties with a simple tug on the delicate lace and exposed my willing pussy to the entire room, showing them exactly how wet I was for the man behind me. He was showing them who owned me, and I couldn’t have cared less, because in this moment, I was his to claim.

  The couple moved faster, their motions hurried as they watched his finger slide through the chaos between my legs. I moaned, uncaring if they heard it. It was bold because I knew without a doubt that no one would touch me but him. He rubbed my clit slowly. His other hand left my breast to expose the other as he placed soft kisses on my shoulder. His finger pushed inside, slowly dipping inside my opening.

  He continued to slide into my body with his fingers; his other hand left my breast to hold my pussy open, exposing my most intimate place to the crowd who watched us intently. He added another finger, forcing me to move my hips to accommodate him, but that wasn’t enough. He released my pussy and lifted my leg, moving it until it was draped over the arm of the chair. He did the same with the other one, making it impossible to do anything but take his fingers even deeper as the people on the other side of the window watched.

  I was soaking wet, turned on by the others as they fucked in frenzied movements as we watched each other take pleasure. He withdrew his fingers, pulled me tighter against his chest, and slid my bottom into a better position. When he reentered my dripping pussy, it was with three fingers and it hurt as it forced my body to stretch.

  I groaned and rocked my hips, trying to accept him, as he pushed me apart. His other hand moved back to hold me open, and he pressed in deeper than before; I cried out as the friction started to unravel the tight coil in my belly.

  “You want to come with them watching you, don’t you, sweet girl?” he asked, driving his fingers in faster as he moved them in a steady rhythm. Moisture flooded my pussy and he used it to his advantage. “Fuck, you’re on fire. So fucking wet for me; you want me to fuck you,” he growled as he bit my earlobe and I felt it all the way to where his fingers pounded into me.

  I could feel my body grasping him, even as it burned from being stretched to the limit. He undid me. Made me bolder than I ever thought I was; in his arms, I became someone else. “You like me owning this sweet flesh, exposing it to them as I stretch it for what you really want…Such a good girl,” he whispered when I arched my back, allowing him to go deeper. I needed him to rub my clit, or hell, even just touch it and I knew I’d erupt like a freaking volcano, but I also knew that he was aware of just how close I was to coming. My body was tightening around his fingers, inviting him to do whatever he wanted. He growled against my ear and I felt him smiling against my flesh as he withdrew from my pussy, showing the room the mess he’d created.

  It was fucking hot, watching their eyes glaze over with lust, knowing it was my flesh that they wanted. Needed. It was a powerful feeling. I understood why the woman on the stage enjoyed the spotlight, but I didn’t crave it. I wanted the man who made me feel this way. He continued to glide his fingers through the slippery wetness, much to the titillation of the crowd who were enjoying his slow torture of my aching pussy.

  “You haven’t picked anyone out to fuck, Lena, choose,” he taunted, breaking through the haze of bliss I was getting lost in.

  “I did, Lucian, I chose you,” I replied, watching as a man moved to the window and flipped me off, or I assumed it was me he was flipping his middle finger at. “What the hell is his problem?”

  “That wasn’t for you,” he clipped as he picked me up and set me on my wobbly feet abruptly. I watched as the guy started pounding on the window, his hands covered in blood which caused a panic in the other room. I moved to the window, watching as he continued. “Lena,” Lucian growled in warning. “Move away from him.” I continued watching as the man drew strange symbols in the blood that was smeared across the glass.

  He was screaming something and I moved even closer, trying to read his lips since I couldn’t hear him. He was frenzied, and upset about something. I watched as he used his head to pound the window, which caused me to jump as Lucian grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards him. I looked at him and then back to the guy, but he was gone yet the symbols he’d written in his blood remained as evidence of his presence.

  “You shouldn’t have had to see that,” he offered at my mystified look.

  “Where’d he go?” I asked.

  “Don’t ask,” he said as he moved me towards the small counter, which had a wine refrigerator under it. He removed a bottle and opened it while I watched him curiously as he ignored me. He pulled down two glasses from the cabinet, poured the wine, and handed one to me before h
e looked absently at the room beyond.

  Lucian must have called someone to take the guy away, I was sure of it. How he did it I hadn’t puzzled out yet; I only knew that somehow he had. One of the waitresses was cleaning the blood, and as she did, the people moved back into the room. I watched Lucian, noting that whatever the symbols had been, they’d disturbed him, which wasn’t something I ever thought I would see.

  “You know him,” I said, and Lucian set his glass down and leveled me with a cold look that was meant to make me shut up. “Don’t worry, Lucian. I know you didn’t get to where you are by being generous or making friends. You buy his family business too?”

  His face changed, softened, and he shook his head. “The world’s a cruel place, Magdalena, but then, you know that better than most people.”

  “I’m wet,” I said as I felt cool air as it blew up through a nearby vent. I wanted to go back to what Lucian was doing to me before the asshole ruined my fun. “This vent, it feels good.” I smiled and his mouth twitched. “You suck at giving lessons. Next time, leave the crazies outside the sex club.”

  “I don’t suck at giving lessons, Lena, yours haven’t even begun,” he announced as he nodded at my glass of wine. “Finish that while I go take care of business, and don’t let anyone into this room.”

  “Not even the serving girl?” I asked, and he laughed. “I’ll bet she could totally teach me about fine things, like where you hide the fine wine.”

  “Not even her,” he mumbled absently as he moved towards the door and turned to look at me. “Lena, when you leave here tomorrow, you will have a new definition of fine.”

  “I guess I better work on a new word for it then?”

  “I’ll be back; I expect you to be naked and in bed when I return.”

  “Bossy ass; maybe I want you to unwrap me?” I countered with a saucy look.

  “You plan on ever wearing that dress again?” he asked as he opened the door, and I opened my mouth, thought better of it, and closed it. “Then take it off, because the way I want to remove it won’t end with it being one piece when I remove it from your sexy-as-fuck body.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  I got into bed as Lucian directed. That much I was willing to do; however, I couldn’t bring myself to strip down to my birthday suit with all those people in the room on the other side of the window. I felt vulnerable without Lucian, unprotected. Somehow, letting Lucian fondle me and show off my bits to the crowd seemed all right as long as he was there. I wasn’t sure if it was from the burn of the Harvest spell, or if it was just him lowering my inhibitions and letting him do what he wanted. My eyes moved to the couple, who were back in their corner and watching me closely, as if they’d assumed I was going to give them another show. She’d changed positions, and my eyes moved to where their bodies joined. His fingers slowly rubbed her clitoris and even though I knew I should, I didn’t look away from them. There was something erotic about watching it happen, the way her hips swayed as they moved to a slow beat.

  I jumped as the door opened and Lucian walked in, his eyes moved over me and then to the room beyond the glass. They paused on Elaine before moving on as he walked to the window and touched it. I expelled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding as the clear glass changed to a mirrored surface. I felt relief with being granted privacy from the crowd of voyeurs. It also allowed me to ignore the fact that his ex was in that room too.

  “You’re not naked; I’m guessing you’re not as attached to the dress as I’d assumed. Pity, you look so fuck-able in it.”

  “It’s cold in here without you,” I fibbed. It wasn’t cold; as a matter of fact, the spell was making every part of me burn and some places were throbbing uncomfortably. He moved to the chair and gave me a somewhat amused, knowing smile.

  “It’s about to get really hot, Lena; now fucking strip,” he ordered as he turned the chair around and sat in it as his eyes dared me to disobey him.

  “Make me,” I replied, unsure why I wanted him to undress me himself, but I did. I moved from the bed as he stood up, his eyes noting every minuscule move I made. He was the hunter, and I was his prey. I moved around the bed, using it to keep away from him.

  “You don’t know how much I want to fuck you, little witch, or how badly I want to hear you scream, or you wouldn’t be taunting me,” he rumbled huskily.

  “Is that supposed to scare me?” I laughed and darted away from him as he moved around the bed. “You use intimidation a lot, don’t you?” I continued, recklessly. “You know you can’t scare me.”

  “Is that so?” he asked as something moved behind his eyes and his smile was predatory. I moved right before he lunged, but not fast enough. One minute I thought I had the upper hand, and the next I was pressed against the wall with my hands pinned tightly above my head, and my legs wrapped around his waist. His eyes smiled, even though his lips didn’t. “Caught you,” he growled before he allowed me to slide down his body, making sure I noticed how hard he was already as he pressed his erection against my belly.

  “So you did,” I whispered as I chewed at my bottom lip. “What happens now?” I asked as the coil he’d created in my belly tightened.

  “Now I claim what’s mine.” He lowered his mouth to my neck and kissed my rapidly beating pulse softly. “Scared of me now, witch?”

  “Terrified,” I whispered breathlessly as I felt his hands moving to the hem of my dress.

  “You should be,” he replied as he lifted the dress, revealing my nakedness to his greedy eyes. “By the time I’m finished with you, there’s going to be nothing but a quivering mess left.” He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. As his hungry mouth devoured mine, he picked me up and carried me to the bed, pulling his mouth away from mine, and tossed me on it. “Take the shoes off,” he demanded, and I sat up, removing them and the stockings, feeling a rush of uncertainty at what I was about to do.

  This man was wild, bossy, and an outright asshole when he wanted to be. He admitted that he wasn’t a nice guy, and didn’t care about much of anything. He could have any girl in this place, and he wanted me. That made me pause, knowing his ex was in the other room, beautiful as a porcelain doll; and he wanted me, why?

  “Stop that,” he growled as he took in my face, which probably had turned into a frown. “Stop thinking for tonight, Lena, just forget tonight. You can’t change what happened.”

  He thought I was thinking about the Awakening. He thought my frown was about that, and not being selected. I should have let him assume that was the problem, but I didn’t. “Why me? You could have anyone in this place, and yet you want me.”

  “Because, Lena, no one has the same light in their eyes. A little bit of sunshine mixed with a whole lot of hurricane. Most of those women out there? They don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves, but you do. You’re a fucking flower in a war zone, one that grows brightly even in the midst of chaos and destruction. You’re different than the others; you’re a fighter. You shine from the inside out, and that isn’t something that can be bought or faked.”

  Tears filled my eyes and I shook my head, refusing to let them fall. “I’m not all shiny,” I argued.

  “No?” he asked as he began removing his shirt. “I’m surrounded by beautiful people every fucking day and so many are nothing but shallow, empty, pathetic creatures. You’re the second woman in my life that I’ve ever truly cared about, and I fucking hate that I do care, Lena. I shouldn’t care about you, because I work damn hard at remaining detached from those around me. Yet you walk in here with that sexy-as-fuck dress, and everyone else pales under the beauty that escapes from inside you. And you kicked out the serving girl, because you want someone as fucked up and twisted as me to teach you how to get fucked.” He snorted. “How fucked up is that?”

  “I think you need glasses,” I laughed.

  “Maybe you n
eed glasses,” he retorted as he undid his pants and my eyes latched on to his massive cock as it bounced free from the confinement of his slacks.

  “Nope, the eyes work a little too well,” I smirked. I swallowed as I took it in, noting that it still hung to the right, even when hard. “I don’t think that’s ever fitting inside of me. That thing is huge.” I blanched as my thoughts came out of my mouth unfiltered.

  “It’s going to fit,” he replied with a cocky smile as he moved onto the bed and pushed me down abruptly, using his eyes to keep me there once he had. “Everywhere,” he grunted, making sure I understood what he meant by everywhere.

  “You sure about that?” I whispered, losing my bravado and feeling the heat begin to swirl inside of me, like a vortex. “I’m thinking we might have a problem getting him in.”

  “Positive. I need for you to let me know if you’re on birth control?” he continued as he spread my legs apart, taking in the wetness his heated gaze created as his eyes inspected me.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “I told you; no pretty babies.”

  “That you did, I also seem to remember you telling me to go have pretty babies,” he smirked as if he had some inside joke only he knew about as he lowered his mouth and kissed the inside of my thigh before doing the same to the other.

  “No babies,” I whimpered as I let my legs fall apart, as I felt him smile against my thigh. “What about diseases?” I asked, hoping it didn’t ruin the mood, but the man ran a sex club. It was a valid question.

  He laughed huskily as his eye went alight with laughter. “Trust me; I can’t give or catch anything. I’m protected from STDs; think of it like a supernatural STD repellent.”

  “Good to know,” I replied as his mouth touched my flesh again, making me forget about anything but what he was doing.