Livvy's Devil Dom

Evernight
Publishing

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Copyright©
2013 Raven
McAllan

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-634-8

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor:
Karyn
White

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This is a work of fiction. All
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locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To Doris for pushing me to rewrite this,
Evernight
Publishing for accepting it,
Karyn
for her fantastic edits, and Sour Cherry for their great cover.

And as ever to Paul, who supported me every step of
the way.

LIVVY’S
DEVIL DOM

Raven
McAllan

Copyright
© 2013

Prologue

One year ago

"Come for
me." His voice was soft, persuasive, like liquid silver that slid over her
skin and into her mind. Livvy stirred and moaned.

"What?" She
wasn't sure she'd heard right.

"Come for me.
Put your fingers inside yourself, and then use your wetness to rub your clit,
touch your nipples, and make yourself come. You know you want to. So do it
now."

His tone was
mesmeric, and it compelled her to respond.

I want to?
Well, her
body did. Her pussy got wetter as he spoke, and her nipples puckered under the
silky top she wore. Before she realized what she was
doing
,
she began to do as he asked. God, she was wet, achingly so. Her clit throbbed
for a touch, her nipples stood proud and hard, and her body became alert and
primed.

"Why?" she
asked. She opened her eyes—not a dream then—and her heart missed a beat.

He looked at her, the
twinkle in his eyes at odds with the seriousness of his face. She had never seen
a man so beautiful, with long black hair and deep blue eyes that touched her
soul. A sear of heat crossed her skin, and she ached to feel his long, elegant
fingers on her body.

"Because where
we're going, you'll to have to trust me totally. If you do this, I'll know you
do. This is giving yourself to me utterly, letting me see you as you come, see
you at your most vulnerable. And"—he paused—"it'll turn me on."

Yeah, that's more
like it.
She continued the steady strokes inside herself.
If anyone told me I'd play with myself
because someone asked me to, I'd have said they were doo-
lally
.
And I'm doing it.
She'd sort out the whys and wherefores afterwards. After
what Livvy didn't think about.

"So, if I do,
are you going to do the same?" she asked.

"Oh,
my pleasure."
He rubbed his cock as he spoke, and those clever fingers circled
and moved over his skin. She couldn't keep her eyes off his actions. They mesmerized
her. "I'll come for you, all over you. But be warned, each drop of cum
that falls on your body, each tiny drop marks you as mine, and you know what
that means, don't you?"

Do I?
She thought about it. "No."

"Well, are you
ready to find out? Find what is in the recesses of your soul? See what you
release in me?
Other than semen?"

Was she?

Oh, yeah.

Chapter One

December, one year
later

Livvy woke up achy,
aroused, and spitting mad. It was that bloody dream again. For the last year,
she'd broken her sleep at least once a night like this. With a wet pussy, her
clit thrumming and demanding attention, and making her reach for her purple
friend.

The damn vibrator is
overworked
. Sadly that made no difference, it was that or her hand, and
sometimes extra help was a necessity. In a huff, she switched the machine on
and began to play.
What the hell is
happening? I might be as horny as hell, but at this rate I'll be able to write
sex maniac in the next passport form I fill in.
Livvy wanted to know why
she woke night after night in this state, sweat-slicked and grasping for something.
It was almost as if she had to find it, but didn't know what “it” was. That
knowledge circled her mind and teased her sanity. Okay, she was usually as
ready as the next person to play, but this continual state of awareness, was
enough to get anyone in a tizzy. Her thongs seemed permanently damp, and her
nipples were hard enough to hang a hat on.

As usual, Livvy came
in mere seconds, sobbing and throbbing.
This seems to be my state at the
moment. Why can't I remember the dream?
Livvy sniffed and bit her lip, as
she wiped her tears with a now well sodden tissue.

A sharp sting made
her look down at her chest and stomach. Even more freckles—well, that's what
she called them—had appeared.
Every time.
Every time
she had the dream, she'd look and see more of the dark marks.

I'll soon have a map
of Australia on me in freckles,
She
got out
of bed and went into the bathroom to shower and wash Freddie, as she called her
purple friend.

“Not Australia,
Livvy.
Saffaul, my home.
I'm waiting.”

Shit, now I'm having
conversations with myself.
In a different voice.
Livvy-girl,
you need a holiday. Or sex.
Proper, wide-awake, and
participating sex.
With a hot bod, not a hot rod!

“Hey Liv, I have
both. Are you ready for this yet? I've been waiting for you.”

Livvy shook her head
to clear it. She really needed to stop eating cheese before she went to bed.
Maybe she should start drinking cocoa instead? The thought made her feel sick.

“Hell, no.
You feel
like that because it's me you want to eat and drink. Eat my cock, drink my cum,
milk me and make me shout. You do that every time, my love. You just need to
believe it. Then we can be together in your reality. You know you want me. Your
body shows me. In the recess of your soul, you think of me. Look, see my marks
and believe, Livvy. You need to believe. Or pay the price.”

"Oh, shit. Stop
this. Get out of my head. Argh, stop this right now. Hell, now I'm talking out
loud to myself." She flung the sodden tissue toward the rubbish bin and
missed. It figured. Her concentration was shot to hell, and she had sex on the
brain.
Screwy.
Seriously
screwed.
What's next? Asking where Saffaul is? Or who owns that deep,
dark, and demonic voice I'm answering? Fuck. Grow up, Liv. Get up, get out, and
get a life.

Not in the best of
moods, she pulled the shower door open with such force it hit the wall with a
bang. She bent closer to inspect the gouge the handle had made.
More filler
needed.

“You need filling, Livvy-love,
then
the wall won't.”

 
That was all she needed, her
other voice being sarcastic to her.

With a sigh, Livvy
stepped inside the cubicle, closed the door with exaggerated care, then turned
on the shower and stepped under the spray. Usually, after that hot and erotic
dream and a session with Freddie, she was sated and calm. Not this time. This
time, she was hot, aroused, and ready for another round. Not with Freddie,
with…

A hand on her
shoulder made her jump, drop the shower gel she'd just picked up, and scream.

Livvy's mouth filled
with water, and she spluttered. Her long, red hair spiraled in all directions
as she turned, and water droplets bounced off the shower walls. A moist, firm tongue
circled her lips and demanded entrance to her mouth, as hands tightened on her
ass, and pulled her toward a wet, male body.

Oh my,
she shivered as a hot, hard, primed cock probed her pussy and
seemed to take her acceptance as given. It was. With a sigh of agreement she
opened to it, and felt it slide inside her like it knew it had come home.

"Who,
pmptt—?"
Livvy sputtered. With her mouth full of tongue and her pussy full
of cock, it wasn't easy to think, let alone speak. Whoever knew tongues and
cocks were able to act of their own volition? Had all the horror books she'd
ever read come back to haunt her?

He—it had to be a he,
her imagination wasn't that good—pushed into her, his balls slapping her with
each forceful thrust. Why wasn't she screaming rape at the top of her voice?

Oh God, it was
wonderful. This was no rape. This was pure, exciting, hotter-than-hell sex. It
had been so long since she'd felt anything so magnificent or arousing.

A sharp slap stung
her ass cheek. Livvy dragged her mouth away from his and tried to move away. He
pulled her back, as the shower rained down on them. The water created rivulets
over their shoulders and traced waterfalls and streams down their bodies.

Livvy looked up into
well-remembered deep blue eyes. The dark lashes that surrounded them were
plastered together, and his hair stuck close to his scalp and around his neck.
His gaze never wavered from her face even as his hands caressed her ass, and circled
the tiny secret hole there. She shivered, remembering things that she thought
they'd done and she'd enjoyed. But why was it all like looking at a movie?

"Look at
me." He pushed his cock inside her up to his balls and pinched her nipple.
"Look at me, Livvy, and tell me what you see."

The next pinches to
her nipple sent a sharp, exciting wave of pain from her boob to her clit, and
she clenched her muscles around his prick.