Demon Spelled (28 page)

What if she swore she’d learned her lesson? Would that benefit her argument or garner her more punishment?

“Won’t help,” Lyx answered her unspoken quandary, and for once she was pleased he could read her mind so there wouldn’t be added punishment. “Stop crying.”

“Can’t help it, I’m scared.”
Terrified more like it
. He was so big and strong, he could accidently injure her. The mortification of him spanking her like a child chafed her pride, too. Having to look him in the eye after he reprimanded her like a juvenile would add to the humiliation.

Lyx set her on her feet and cupped her cheeks. Unable to meet his gaze, she focused on his chin instead. She’d worried about him when they abandoned him to fight her father. If she’d known this would be the outcome afterward, she might’ve cheered for her father.

Not true
. But she couldn’t deny she felt betrayed a little. Wounded that she’d fretted, while he’d been contemplating violence against her. Punishment to remind her of her importance to them.

Because nothing says I care more than a spanking
!

She sniffled, and bit the inside of her cheek to stave off weeping. That’d add to her mortification.

That Lyx would be angry with her for doubting their motives never entered her mind while she agonized over his safety. And even if they had sold her to their Queen, she’d still have wanted his well-being. But it was galling to know she’d been happy to discover he survived the skirmish with her father only to have that happiness squashed with his fury directed toward her.

Damning up the tears was a colossal waste of time. They scored her cheeks hard like a gulley washer of a downpour on a country dirt road.

“Look at me.” The grit in his voice indicated her fear wouldn’t lessen the chastisement he meted out.

Steeling her spine, she somehow managed to elevate her gaze to his. His features were blurry through her tears. When she realized her bottom lip trembled, she bit it
hard
.

The sound of Troz turning on the shower was white noise. The soft trickle of water hitting the stone flooring reminded her of the sounds of home.

I am home
. Given the choice, she wouldn’t return to Earth. She wanted to remain with them. Odd considering Lyx planned to spank her for…
my fucking thoughts
. Those should be privileged.

Maybe he wasn’t in a rational state of mind. Maybe—

“I’m very rational at the moment.”

Well that settles that
.

“I see things very clearly. I won’t harm you.”

“You will.” The words were gasped like she drowned. With all her crying she just might.

“Not permanently.” Lyx removed a palm from her right cheek and licked the tears away. He lowered his hand to her breast and slashed the tip of his talon across the upper curve.

She cried out at the unexpected sting.

“
That
was intentional.” Lyx bent his head and laved the cut he’d created.

When he sucked on the wound the gentle tugs manifested a reaction between her thighs. Like always, her pussy vibrated with each of his suckles. And when he went back to licking, she groaned at the lack of stimulation.

Time ceased to exist as he dined on her blood. She would’ve gripped him closer if not for the lingering reminder that he planned to lay his palm against her backside in anger.

He lifted his head and simply said, “Troz.”

As she watched, Troz nicked his tongue with a claw and blue blood surfaced. He grazed his tongue along her wound, while Lyx licked the tears from her other cheek.

“All healed.” Eyes downcast, Lyx scraped his claw along the skin where he’d cut her. “Let me tell you what’ll happen tonight.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “After we shower, the spanking will come first. Best to get it over with, don’t you think?”

No way he expected an answer, so she ground her teeth and gave him a scowl as a response.

“We’ll fuck you all night long, from one orgasm to another.” That wasn’t anything new. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d gotten a full night of sleep.

Lyx reached around to tap the butt plug they re-inserted after they fucked her each time. “You’ll take me here tonight.” Lyx’s nails rimmed her anus where the gadget stretched her. “While Troz fucks your tight pussy.” His other hand violently wrenched her head back by her hair, and she gasped at the stinging in her scalp, where the tips of his claws indented. “We’ll be rough with you tonight, more than normal. You can take it. You
will
take it.”

Tears burned her eyes again, but it was the prismatic purple of his that terrified her. At this moment, she had no desire to test the depth of his exasperation.

Troz pressed against her backside and nipped at her earlobe. He was naked with his cock pressing into her bottom. “There’ll be blood play involved.” She had no idea what blood play was and wasn’t certain she wanted to know. “Lyx wishes to dine on your blood. I might as well if we’re playing the sport. I’ll heal you after every cut. Too many cuts at once and, while you wouldn’t bleed out because you’re now immortal, you could become very weak and sick.”

That ‘sport’ sounded like aberrant behavior and not any fun for her. And nothing similar to a sport in her opinion, but rather the ultimate domination and perversion.

Again Lyx swiped her tears away with his tongue. “Keep feeding them to me, my sex-pet.” That he failed to utilize his new endearment—
milien zariena
—affected her profoundly. A sob choked her, and he kept licking the tears away. “They make me harder and with each taste, I lose a little more self-control.”

That sounded a little too much like a threat, and the dam on her tears burst wide open.

“Even with his discipline compromised, he won’t harm you.” Troz ran his teeth down the side of her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist. “We will push your limits, but there are no safe words with us. We
will
know how far we can push you.”

There was only two ways they could know that. Lyx reading her mind and…“You’ll be in my skin, Troz?” She managed to push past her sniffling.

“At all times.” His confirmation soothed her fear a fraction.

Troz stepped backward with her in his embrace, disengaging her from contact with Lyx. Although her purple demon still maintained a strong hold on a swath of her hair.

After a long moment, Lyx released her locks. Lyx’s movements were disjointed, expressing his unabated anger, as he unbuckled his belt and flung it aside. He lifted one leg, removed the boot and dropped it with a thud to the floor. The second shoe followed the same path. His prismatic purple eyes never left her face. Her gaze dropped when his hands went to his pants. With jerky movements, he undid his trousers and shoved them to the floor. His cock sprang free from the nest of bright red hair at his crotch. Long, wide, and bumpy, the crown leaked precum and visibly pulsed.

No words were spoken between any of them. Troz turned with an abruptness that surprised her and entered the shower stall. She gasped as the first stream of water hit her. Hot, much warmer than she liked. Troz jostled her into the spary even through her gasps. Thankfully she acclimated to the temperature quickly enough.

Multiple skull showerheads spewed water in all directions from above and the sides. A broad bench ran the length of the shower on one wall.

She hadn’t been in this section of the bathroom before, and no luxury had gone unnoticed. The absence of steam made no sense with the heat of the water. Across from them, Lyx began to soap up his body.

Troz started with her hair first. Wetting the locks, then scrubbing her scalp with his fingertips as he lathered shampoo through the strands. He rinsed and repeated the process. Next he bathed her with his bare hands. He showed her the small green ball he retrieved from the indention in the wall, and popped it between his palms. Suds exploded and he soaped up her body starting with her ankles and working up in a slow pattern, leaving no area untouched by the unending cleanser. His palms ran along the backs of her knees and up the front of her thighs, to push between her legs and soap the inside back down to the front of her knees. His touch moved along the backside of her thighs to her ass. He soaped and squeezed the mounds, running his finger along the crevice. Lower back was washed and up her spine to her shoulder blades. Down the tops of her arms to her fingers, where he cleansed each digit with meticulous care. Her palms were next and the underside of her arms. Normally she was ticklish on her sides, but the way Troz lathered her made her core respond with wetness.

When his hands circled her abdomen, she tensed, anticipating the descent of his touch. They moved upward instead, cupping her breasts and taking a long fucking time washing her nipples. Until the peaks ached for more stimulation and her pussy wept for penetration.

Lyx had finished bathing and watched Troz’s inspection. Sanja couldn’t glean his emotions, but the tight set of his jaw, along with the color of his eyes and those horns, suggested he remained agitated. If not for the evidence of his throbbing cock, she wouldn’t have been able to tell he was aroused.

Troz washed her collarbone, the back and front of her neck, and even across her face. With her eyes closed to prevent the burn of suds in them, his sudden push into the spray left her sputtering. She could feel the suds wiggling down her body.

Lyx was the one who pulled her out of the gush, one hand soapy—she guessed from another green ball—he wrapped is other arm around her back, the tips of his claws indenting her skin. She took his touch as a subtle warning to remain still.

“Troz saved the best part for me.” Lyx’s dark smile forced shivers along her spine and fear tingled her consciousness. His smile vanished.

Without any forewarning his very taloned fingers were between her legs and thrusting into her. She moaned at the burning need his touch intensified.

Troz nudged her feet apart, widening her stance and feeding Lyx an easier intimate playground.

“She likes the way you bathe her. She’s so goddamned wet, Troz.”

She agreed on both accounts, no use in even a pitiful attempt at denying it. Her body gave her away every time.

“Mmm…good to know.” Troz’s chest slid down her backside until he was kneeling behind her. He cupped her ass-cheeks and pulled them apart. His tongue slid around the dildo rimming her.

Lyx went all business, removing his hand and washing away the soap. Once squeaky clean, he walked away and sat on the bench that was the most removed from the spray of water. He spread his legs and rubbed his palms along his thigh. “Best to get it over with. Position yourself facedown over my legs.”

She wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself. But no comfort came from the self-condolence. She glanced at Troz.

He indicated Lyx with his hand. “I’ll walk you.”

Well, he obviously offered no aid.

Swallowing back bile, she glanced between them. “Ca—can’t one of you force me?”

“No.” Lyx’s erection bobbed. Did the idea of spanking her arouse him?

“Yes, it does,” he confirmed her thoughts. She swallowed again as he went on. “We’re already up to fifteen swats. You have to the count of five to comply or I’ll add five more. One, two, three….”

He doesn’t have to count so fast
! But not wanting any further swats to her backside, his rapid counting propelled her to move. Again, she couldn’t meet his gaze, but gripped his thighs and lowered herself over him. Once she was there, he widened his stride and repositioned her. He slightly lowered the leg supporting her upper body, and her palms hit the floor to steady herself. In this placement she was ass up and easily accessible. His arm landed across her back, and his hand curled against her side, holding her in position.

“Spread your legs.” A commanding tone that brooked no leniency for defiance.

I think I like the other Lyx better.

His hand smacked her right cheek, and she yelped at the shocking sting. “That wasn’t part of the fifteen, but for your derogatory thought.” She’d never make it to fifteen licks if they all hurt that badly. He rubbed her flesh where he’d struck her and…
that is oddly arousing
. “It hurts worse than normal because you’re wet, but that’s part of the punishment. You still haven’t spread your legs.” His tone was mild, but she wasn’t taking any chances he’d add another slap to her bottom for any further noncompliance.

She parted her thighs, knowing by doing so her pussy would now be as exposed as her ass that remained stuffed with the Lyx-like dildo. A hand pressed to her ankles, it could only be Troz since one of Lyx’s hands was on her back and the other would deliver the punishment. She assumed Troz’s touch was either to keep her stationary or his way to get in her skin. Whatever the reason, he had the perfect seat in the house to watch the show.

“Count the swats. If you miss one, I’ll add another. Understood?”

Sanja nodded.

“Answer me verbally.”

“Yes. I understand.”
You callous bastard
, she added silently, uncaring at this point if he heard her.

His palm connected directly over the butt plug. A tiny yelp emitted from her lips before she grit her teeth together and held the sound back.