Kept: An Erotic Anthology (28 page)

She said nothing.

“If you are a good girl, I will pleasure you when it pleases me to. If you are a bad girl, you will be punished. Simple.”

Shiloh only watched me, the picture of obedience, although I could feel her tension.

“Come.” I rose and snapped my fingers, then walked across the cavernous hall, hoping she would follow and I would be spared looking the idiot, as well as the need to punish her further. A glance over my shoulder showed that she had risen and followed, albeit sullenly.

I led the way to her chamber, pointing out the water closet on the way. She glanced about the room as we entered, then moved within, touching drapery and bedding as she went.

“This is your room?”

“No. This chamber is for my slave.”

“It’s bigger than my entire apartment.” Her brows were high, incredulous.

I pretended to be nonplussed with the admiration she’d expressed, but inwardly I was preening that she enjoyed the work I’d done.

“In your sleeping space now.” I pointed at the nest I’d prepared with the softest blankets I could find. Her skin was so delicate that I was concerned it would chafe with some of the bedding I would commonly use. She crawled in, a tiny figure in the massive space. I longed to join her, but not today.

I opened a drawer and withdrew my gift for her.

She eyed the shiny metal circle in distaste.

“I refuse to wear a collar. I’m not a dog.”

“You will wear a collar, or when incubi come to call your bare neck will proclaim you free for use. Will you have Fox throw you to the floor and plunge deep within you, filling you with his seed, as any good incubus would? Or will you willingly wear my collar?” Fox knew my feelings for Shiloh, and would never put her beneath him without my permission, but others would not hesitate, toothsome thing that she was.

Shiloh crawled to me, mouth turned down, but obedient. When she knelt before me, she lifted her hair out of the way. The sight of her presenting herself to me, of her own free will for the most part, sent heat burning through me. For a moment I wished I could throw her to her back and that I was possessed of a prick to ram into her sweet, virginal cunt. The idea of Fox doing so brought a crazed jealousy to me, along with a nervous energy I knew not what to do with.

They would meet, eventually, and she would beg him to take her into his house as a slave. She would leave me behind without a backward glance.

I gritted my teeth, the workings of my mind not something she was privy to. She had done nothing to betray me, and she had yet to meet Fox, so my jealousy was unwarranted. The sullen expression was gone from her face, and now she only watched me.

Using a portion of my strength, I opened the latch on the collar and spread the metal enough to slip it about her neck. The cold metal was smooth in my hands, and I shut it around her neck and fastened it. A human could not open the thing, Fox had told me when he’d gifted it to me.

“It’s cold,” she whispered, fingering its hardness.

Claimed. She was mine, at least until the Council took her from me. For now anyone wishing to use her would need to ask my leave, which I would not give.

“Shall I warm you?” I smiled slowly, but she flinched.

“No thank you, Moth. I don’t mean to offend you, but I’m not bisexual. I might have had dreams about you, but I don’t understand where those came from. I’ve never dreamt of a woman before.”

“I am no woman. I am succubus. I fed you those dreams, but you responded to me and you will again.” The calm bravado with which I spoke was not an indication of how I felt. Yes, I had insinuated myself into her mind while she slept. It was no guarantee she would want me in the waking world.

“If you have need of me, I am in the room adjacent. Call out and I will come.” I crouched and found the chain bolted to the stone wall, then attached the open link to the ring in her collar and shut it fast.

“I thought I couldn’t escape from here without help from a succubus. Why chain me like a dog?”

Her exasperation was lovely in that it wasn’t fear.

“I will keep you from harm, even if that harm is of your own making. Now, I am for bed. You may not pleasure yourself without my permission. If you disobey me, there will be repercussions.” Although she was tired, sexual energy still rolled off her in great waves that I wished I could immerse myself in.

“How dare you! I control my own body. If I have needs, I’ll deal with them.”

“No, slave. If you have needs, you will ask your Master to satisfy them. Everything you need, I will supply, or you will live without. Understood?” I grabbed her chin and gave her head a slight shake.

Disgusted, she pulled from my grasp. I did not punish her. This time.

Were all of Fox’s women this difficult at first, or was mine just markedly headstrong? I wanted to ask him, but I would not send a messenger to bring him here while she and I were not yet bonded. I would also not leave her alone to go to him.

I could not bear to be away from her again, so soon.

***

The downy blanket slid off my back, but in the warmth of the room and my sleepy haze, it barely registered. Soft tickles and kisses trailed from the back of my neck to nuzzle between my shoulder blades. I sighed and stirred, then settled again as sleep overwhelmed me. A dream. In it, I was chained face down to a bed, tortured with nips and sucks—the gentlest of kisses brushed over my skin. Fingers swept over my sex and my legs parted. The dream licked at me, the feeling not like anything I could have imagined. I whimpered, pushing back against the seeking mouth, desperate for more. It stopped. Skin on skin moved up the length of me, and the deep need that had built in my core made me writhe.

The chuckle at my ear set all my senses on edge, and another thrill of desire speared through me.

Not a dream. Moth.

Fear slid through me like dark ink through my veins.

“Turn onto your back and I will pleasure you,” she whispered in the dim room. I glanced back at her. Candles had been lit, and in their natural glow she was even more beautiful and ethereal than ever, her toga making her look like an ancient statue. Did her beauty disguise an evil soul?

Good or evil seemed irrelevant when I was this frustrated.

She’d offered to pleasure me and was waiting for an answer.

“No!” I meant for it to come out firmly, but instead it was an unconvincing moan.

“No?”

She flipped me over like a doll. I tried to edge away, but the chain attached to my collar didn’t let me get far.

“You want nothing from me?”

She pushed me back against the bedding. I sure as hell wanted something from her, but I wasn’t volunteering. Moth was a crazy monster with plans to keep me as a slave, possibly forever.

Why didn’t I ever attract normal people? A man and not a kidnapper would have been nice, for starters.

Teeth grazed the side of my neck and I shuddered at the implied danger. Her hand snaked down and pressed between my legs, and I arched against her in frustration. Being touched by someone else was exotic and sexy, driving my arousal high more quickly than it would if I’d done this before. Had we done this before? Maybe it hadn’t been a dream.

The spicy smell of her skin was intoxicating.

Once, she’d told me to close my eyes and visualize whomever I wanted, but now watching her was better than porn.

I was straight, but apparently my rules about that didn’t apply to nonhumans.

Moth latched onto one of my nipples and sucked, sending a spike of heat directly to my groin. Her mouth was hot and her pointed teeth knew how much pressure to exert to draw an erotic amount of pain.

She moved lower, parting my thighs to kneel between them. Lowering herself farther, she spread apart my folds.

“Have you done this before?” I asked nervously.

“Not with a woman.” Her smile was somehow both cocky and seductive. “If you would prefer to be left wanting, I am willing to leave you in this state. I could go hunt and feed from another human and return afterward. However, my rule concerning pleasuring yourself has not altered.”

The thought of being left horny, desperate and alone was enough to make me whine at her. I lifted my hips toward her mouth, hoping that was enough of a signal, and that she wouldn’t demand that I say it out loud. Even though there seemed to be no one else in the whole palace, the thought of asking for what I wanted was intensely humiliating.

“Lie as I have placed you. Do not move.” Her tone was stern, and my mind was drawn back to when she’d spanked me before bed. The memory made me squirm almost as much as thinking about Moth going down on me.

“Yes, Moth.”

“Have you lain with
anyone
before?”

“No, Moth.” I wrapped my fingers in the chain attached to my collar, trying to avoid touching her hair. I wouldn’t encourage her to defile me. No, no, no.

“Then this may prove uncomfortable for you. Tell me if there is too much pain.”

Stop talking and defile me, already.

Her chuckle was maddening and I tried to block her out of my mind so that she would stop hearing my thoughts. It was hard to do with her mouth so close to my pussy.

Just… a little… closer…

Moth swatted my thigh. “You do not direct me, slave. Submit, and I will give you pleasure. Try to exert dominance with me and we shall see how long I can make you suffer before I leave you wanting.”

I froze in place, not sure how much movement would be interpreted as me trying to exert dominance. If she just teased me and then walked off, I’d cry. Literally. I was pretty close to that already.

She nipped the inside of my thigh and I squealed. Taking hold of my knees, she pushed my legs apart and back, exposing me for her inspection. I went into full-body blush mode. If she went to get a candle so she could see better, I’d kick her, and damn the consequences.

“You will often be put on display to please me. Best get used to it.” She flicked her tongue gently over my clit. The jolt of pleasure made me half rise and I tried to back from her. Her crazily strong arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me where she wanted me. The breath of warm air she blew across my sensitive bits made me sob. Too much anticipation. I was already on edge, my orgasm hovering.

“Please, Moth. I can’t stand anymore.”

“Oh? Shall I stop then?” A mischievous expression crossed her face when she lifted her head to look at me. She knew that wasn’t what I meant. The need to come knotted in my lower belly and groin. If I wasn’t so desperate, I would have called her bluff.

“No, please don’t stop!”

“What are you?”

“What?”

She lowered her head and brushed her tongue over my sensitive flesh. My body tensed, needing only a little more to put me over the edge. Instead of satisfying me, she stopped. I howled in frustration.

“What are you?”

“A human?”

“You are a slave, both to me and to your body. Say it.”

“I’m your slave.” The words coming out of my mouth were alien, but although I’d only meant to appease her so she’d let me come, the words took root somewhere deep inside. Was I meant to be a slave? Was that why I’d never been with someone else? Had I been saving myself for this the whole time?

“Your body only convinces you of what your mind already knows, girl. You were meant to be mine.” Her face took on a darkness I’d never seen. Suddenly, it wasn’t hard to understand why people thought succubi were evil. “Mine.”

Moth bit down on the inside of my thigh again, the pain spiraling my arousal up and out of control. I screamed. Her mouth released me then clamped down again on my clit. A finger worked up into me, broached me. Pain blended with the pleasure she gave. My hips came up off of the blankets and her tongue swirled over my clit, then she sucked and bit down gently. I shouted incoherently, the orgasm that seized me so intense I could only take what she gave me, my body hers to master.

As I came back to myself, I noticed the blankets twisted and balled in my fists, the sheen of sweat on my skin, the rawness of my throat. My entire body and brain felt languid and peaceful. In that peace a silly thought crossed my mind.

I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

The burden that it lifted was much more freeing than I’d ever expected. It wasn’t like I was suddenly going to run around screwing everyone that caught my eye, but at least now I didn’t feel like a sideshow. I’d been headed for permanent virgin status, and although I’d told myself I didn’t care, it had bothered me more than I’d admitted. Before this I’d always thought that when I finally had sex it was going to be with some hot guy I just couldn’t refuse. Instead, I’d lost my virginity to a succubus.

I glanced up at her shyly. She crouched above me, looking down into my eyes. Her leathery black wings were out at almost full extension and her features were twisted with suffering and lust. But how could I fix that?

“You leak sexual energy everywhere when you orgasm,” Moth rasped. “How am I to stay sane around you?” She bit my shoulder hard, and when I cried out she moaned against my flesh.

“I’m sorry,” I panted, squirming beneath her. My leg pressed up between her thighs and she gasped, her teeth releasing me. Her eyes rolled back and her groin was burning hot against my skin. Lips came down over mine, the kiss rough and desperate. I tasted myself on her tongue. Her reckless passion drew me along, brought my own horniness back to a critical level. We grappled, rolled, rubbing against each other, two beings desperate for release but not sure how to achieve it this way.

Moth froze above me, her eyes wild before they screwed shut. She keened and ground down hard against my leg. I watched in fascination, as long as I could, but then my own orgasm overtook me. The smoothness of her thigh between mine, warmth and heat, pressure and friction, the feeling of her nude body sliding against my own, quivering under my curious hands. My cries joined hers and I came hard, my internal muscles protesting another orgasm so soon, but reveling in the soreness.

I kissed her mouth softly in wordless thanks, willing some of my energy to leave me and go to her. When she tried to pull back, I wrapped my hands in her hair and held her still, giving what she would not take from me. The need to have her feed from me, and only me, burned bright. I didn’t want her to go off hunting and leave me home alone. I wanted her to take what she needed—for me to be everything.