Silken Rapture: Princes of the Underground, Book 2 (23 page)

He stroked her bottom, reminding her of his power. The globes of her cheeks were warm and firm.

“Will you just get this over with?” she snarled.

“Certainly. If you wish.”

He moved away from her and gathered a few items. He’d come prepared for this ritual, and had carried more than his instruments of magic to the crystal room. Although, in these circumstances, these items were as much instruments of magical demon control as the athame, a chalice or censers and incense.

He tied a rubber fastener at the tops of her thighs, just beneath her buttocks. It bit into her tender flesh, but he was careful not to fasten it too tight. The restraint limited her movement, and increased her discomfort, but beyond that, he enjoyed how much it plumped her buttocks from below.

“Ouch. That hurts,” Shirian mumbled.

“Then you must learn to endure it, Shirian. I have told you there is power in submitting. When we are through with your lesson, you will begin to equate submitting, and yes, a small measure of pain, with power. If you do submit, I will allow you longer and longer periods in flesh. If you are very compliant, I may even find a way for you to remain clothed in flesh for days at a time—almost permanently.”

She made an angry, rebellious sound in her throat, but for a split second before she had, he’d sensed her peaked interest. He responded by picking up the paddle and whacking her ass. He continued for several minutes to paddle her, his strokes firm and unrelenting, if not cruel. He guessed that the humiliation was enough to conquer Shirian, and excessive pain was not typically his primary means of subjugation.

He knew he’d been correct in his estimation when she tearfully begged him to stop a while later.

“Your spanking will be finished when you ask me politely to fuck you in the ass,” he told her before he paddled her again. He sensed how tense she became at his words, but he didn’t waver before he smacked her ass yet again.

“I am the Queen and Pharaoh of Egypt. I do not take it in the ass.”

“You were once the Queen and Pharaoh of Egypt. Once. Long, long ago. You
once
didn’t take it in the ass. You were one of the only women in Egyptian history to hold both titles at once. I’ve heard about your ceremonies of subjugation. You wore a strap-on dildo and forced the leader of vanquished enemies to bend over so that you could show his watching troops who his new master was. Traditionally, the pharaohs allowed the fallen leader the choice of death or submission, and many chose death. But when Shirian the Magnificent came to power, she disposed of the choice. They all bent over for you, didn’t they, Bitch?” He emphasized the last by grabbing one of her plump buttocks and giving it a stinging downward slap with the paddle. “But that was
once
, Shirian. Now you are nothing but a nasty, petulant little demon.”

She cursed him viciously in ancient Egyptian.

“You can always let go of the crystal,” he mocked softly.

She made a choking, tearful sound, but her hands on the crystal did not waver.

He stepped back and inspected her spread pussy. He smiled. “Despite your protests, you’re getting very creamy, Shirian.” He shoved two fingers into her slit, causing a wet sound as he stirred in her tissues, forcing her to not only feel, but hear her submission.

She moaned brokenly.

“That’s right,” he said soothingly as he began to finger-fuck her. “There’s no shame in it. Tell me you’d like my cock in your ass. Tell me you’d like me to use you for my pleasure.”

“No. Never,” she groaned even as she began to shift her hips to get better friction against his fingers.

He withdrew and began to paddle her ass again. She growled in rising frustration. When her buttocks felt tight and hot beneath his stroking fingertips, he paused.

“I can see it will take more to convince you,” he murmured as he set down the paddle. He picked up a slender butt plug and lubricated it. He heard her groan and glanced up to see she’d turned her head and was watching him with one wide, dark eye. He merely smiled before he pressed the rubber instrument against her anus.

She moaned loudly when he started to push it in.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s not very large,” he murmured humorously. His amusement slowly faded as he watched himself push the tool fully into her rectum. He could tell by the level of pressure that was required that she was very tight. He did not perform this ceremony for his own pleasure, but for the purpose of power.

It would, however, be a delight to fuck the demon-bitch’s virgin ass.

Her moans sounded a little desperate. He glanced down and inspected her flagrantly exposed sex. Sure enough, her labia, clit and slit glistened with arousal.

“You know what you have to do, Shirian,” he crooned before he applied light pressure on the butt plug and landed a brisk spank on a cheek.

For a moment, she did not speak. She appeared to be holding her breath.

“It will be just this one time?” she asked brokenly.

He caressed her hot bottom. “I sincerely doubt it. You are surely destined to be punished.”

A long pause ensued.

“All right,” she sniffed finally.

“All right, what?”

Another pregnant pause.

“You can do it,” she whispered.

“I told you…ask for it.”

She made a strangled sound of distilled frustration. “How did you know?” she blurted out tearfully.

“How did I know what?”

“That I would make them—the fallen leaders—ask for it.”

He chuckled and began to unfasten his pants. “I would expect nothing less of you, Shirian. But now, you will be the one to do the asking.” He shucked off his pants and underwear and picked up a bottle of lubricant. “Go on,” he said as he poured a quantity of the fluid on his cock and began to rub it everywhere. He was hard as stone.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she said so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.

“Louder,” he ordered as he moved behind her. He lowered over her body, trying to find the right angle for penetration. He ended up with one foot remaining on the floor, the knee of the other leg poised on the ottoman to give him added balance and strength. Unable to resist the temptation spread before him, he flicked Shirian’s swollen clit in a quick tease.

She gasped.

“Fuck me in the ass, you bastard,” she hissed.

“You’ll have to be more polite than that, demon,” he said as he untied the strap beneath her buttocks.

He removed the dildo, but kept open the tiny hole with his thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck me…please,” she said.

“With pleasure,” he assured. He pressed the tip of his cock to the opening. “It will not be pleasant for you at first. If you work past your discomfort—if you truly submit—you might find pleasure, Shirian. But I doubt it, this first time.”

“Fuck you,”
he heard her say in his head, and knew her emotion had been so strong at the moment, he’d read her mind. He laughed softly.

“On the contrary,” he murmured before he grasped her naked hips and thrust his cock into her ass. Their groans twined. He hadn’t meant to make a sound, but the feeling of piercing the tight opening and her incredible heat, had taken him by surprise. As if to make up for his temporary vulnerability, he began to immediately fuck her, never giving her time to become accustomed to having a large, hard cock penetrating virgin territory. His pelvis began to slap against her reddened ass in a relentless rhythm.

She moaned in discomfort.

“Does it hurt?” he asked as he continued.

“No,” she grated out between clenched teeth.

“Liar. I’m not giving it to you half as hard as you deserve. I’m not giving it to you a quarter as hard as what you gave those poor men who bent over for you before their troops. If you disobey me in the future, Shirian, if you as much as hint at our acquaintance to Morshiel, I will know it. I will call an audience here to watch your humiliation, and you will know firsthand what you forced those men to endure.”

She whimpered, and he knew she’d believed him.

She should.

He tightened his hold on her, squeezing her buttocks around his pillaging cock. Normally in a sexual subjugation, he would focus elsewhere, making sure the lesson was learned well by his subject. But it was a trial with Shirian to remain on task. She was so beautiful, and her ass was so tight…

“Flesh becomes you,” he grated out as he slammed his cock into her again and again. “Your blood is hot. I feel it all around me.”

She turned her head slightly at that. He saw her full, parted lips beneath a swath of pitch-black hair.

“You may drink it,” she said, sounding hopeful.

His cock lurched in her tight clasp.

“Silence,” he shouted, tempted more than he’d wanted by her offer. It would be dangerous, to drink demon-blood. “You are learning a lesson. This isn’t about your pleasure.”

He continued to fuck her relentlessly, using every ounce of his restraint to stretch the moment and not climax. When he finally heard the sound of her soft weeping, he held her hips and jerked her back against his cock at the same moment that he thrust forward with force, keeping his cock high and hard in her.

“Say the words, Shirian,” he barked.

“I, Shirian the Magnificent,” she began in a quavering voice, “called Great of Praises, Great Royal Wife, once Queen and Pharaoh of the kingdom of Egypt, submit to you…Aubrey Cane.”

He withdrew with a gasp, gritting his teeth in agony. He released his mental restraint. The boiling pressure in his balls ignited. He exploded in a hot, glorious rush. He breathed deeply, striving to focus and calm his mind, even as he continued to ejaculate on Shirian’s reddened, smooth ass. He could not afford to lose himself in pleasure. Not with a demon.

By the time the shudders of orgasm had stopped racking his body, he was perfectly calm. He stepped away and reached for his clothing, quickly donning it. Given the wolf-characteristics conferred to him by Blaise, his cock was uncomfortably swollen in its post-climactic state. It’d been why he’d come outside of Shirian. The last thing he wanted was to be locked to a demon—vulnerable—after he’d only just forced her first submission.

“You may get up, Shirian,” he said quietly. He helped her to stand and shoved aside the ottoman. She immediately turned and faced him, one hand still maintaining contact with the crystal. Her beautiful face was wet with tears. Hatred and uncertainty blazed in her black eyes in equal measure.

“You said there would be pleasure if I submitted,” she spat. “You are a clumsy lover.”

He smiled. It would be a never-ending challenge to control her, but control her he would.

“I said there
might
be. You have much to learn in regard to submission. Besides, we both know that I wasn’t making love to you just now, Shirian. I was completing another step in my plan.”

Her nostrils flared. “That’s what I am? A
step
in your plan?”

He chuckled and stepped aside to retrieve a towel. “Yes. I need you in order to rule this underground kingdom. I need you to help me destroy Morshiel and kill Blaise.”

“No one can kill Blaise excerpt for Morshiel. No one can vanquish Morshiel, except for perhaps those bloody Magian bastards, and they don’t appear to be in any hurry to do it. Even if you contrive to give Morshiel victory over Blaise, Morshiel will still live.”

“So it would seem, given traditional logic,” he said as he approached her with the towel. “Let me dry you.”

“No. I will do it,” Shirian said, grabbing for the towel.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice ringing with power. Her submission earlier carried magical weight. She had no choice but to turn, presenting her backside to him.

“Fortunately, I think outside the box, Shirian. I do not bleat the weak logic that says Morshiel and Blaise cannot both be defeated because it has never been done before. I have searched for a way to make it happen, and thanks to recent events in Chicago, I now am ready to complete my plan.”

“But—”

“Quiet,” he commanded, when she started to turn. He pushed against her spine and she reluctantly presented her backside to him again. He resumed drying his abundant emissions from her bottom. “Just believe me when I say I have found a way to vanquish both of them. With your demon-power and my magic, we are going to see both Morshiel and Blaise conquered… right here…inside Sanctuary, in this very room. Will you look forward to seeing that?” he murmured as he urged her to turn.

Her face was a portrait of greed and malice combined.

“You can truly make it happen?” she whispered, awe spicing her tone.

He pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. He began to unfasten his pants again, removing his still painfully erect member. Her dark eyes went wide in panic, but he caught her chin when she tried to turn her head away. “I have made you submit, Shirian,” he said, pushing the crown of his cock between her lush lips. She recoiled, but he firmly pushed her head forward.

“Suck, demon. Make me come again.”

She was compelled to comply by the words, and he felt her vacuum him into her warm, wet depths. He watched her fellate him and smiled.

“Your submission is proof enough that I can make anything happen if I set my mind to it,” he said, before he closed his eyes and savored the pleasure of victory.

Chapter Fifteen

Isabel picked up the script for
Antony and Cleopatra
and walked listlessly over to the fire. It was difficult to keep track of dates within Sanctuary—it was as if time stood still there. Best she could tell, it’d been twenty-five days since she’d awakened, disoriented and distressed, in this luxurious room.

She had not seen Blaise now for nine days—ever since she’d awakened from her strange bout of illness. She was much more confident about estimating that period of time. Misery was like a weight, making time much more measurable. She approached the fire, wishing Royal was there, as he so often was in the evenings. His silent, watchful presence and intelligent gaze gave her the only comfort she took since Blaise had made himself scarce. Margaret and Aubrey had told her that Blaise had business on the surface world, but she wasn’t entirely sure she believed them. There was something in the way they grew tense whenever the topic arose that made her suspect Blaise was avoiding her again, as he had in the beginning.