The Demon's Bargain (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas) (6 page)

When she moaned low in her throat, he slid in just a little further. But he didn’t expand his tongue as he’d like to. He kept the muscle long and lean instead. Desire swelled and plumped her walls as he tasted her womanly musk. Gods he was so thankful to have this pleasure again.

He slid his tongue further inside of her, touched the entrance to her womb and closed his mouth over her entire mound. Her clitoris throbbed against his upper lip and her buttocks thrust against his chin, her hips urgent now.

He curled his tongue inside of her vagina, searching for that perfect button. Ah, there. When he found it, he pressed hard against the spot and reveled in the tightening of her slick channel. He fluttered the tip inside her and listened for the catch in her gasps.

With a long lusty moan she orgasmed around his tongue, sucking him further into her body and squeezing every throb of pleasure for herself.

Amara collapsed against the pillows, her body flush with the satiation of completion.

Triumph roared through him. With reluctance, Vetis withdrew his tongue from her body and sat up. He rubbed her cum from his face, licked his fingers to taste her essence, and then gripped his painful erection in his palm.

 “My turn.”

***

Amara flopped on the bed like a rag doll with no control over her limbs. Her brain still fizzed with the electric sensations he had evoked.

She couldn’t move.

His large palm held his erection as he’d held onto the carrot earlier. He was huge. The rush of fluid between her legs shocked her.

She blinked and stretched languorously, marveling at the incredible looseness of her limbs and the euphoria of her first orgasm. At least that was what she thought it was.

“Did I just have an orgasm?”

“It was your first?” He stroked his palm up and over the head of his cock.

“Yes,” she purred. It had been...wonderful.

“I am in need of one as well.”

“Am I supposed to watch?” She eyed his hand as he gave his staff another slow pump.

“Absolutely not. This is a participation sport.”

Suddenly she knew what he wanted.

The lethargic feeling of well-being evaporated. She’d been forced to do such things before and they were not pleasant. She tried hold onto the looseness, but not tensing proved impossible.

Vetis held his palm out to her nose. “Another memory to replace.” His warm masculine scent was impossible to avoid.

“Lick my palm,” he commanded.

Gods, she didn’t want to taste him. Didn’t want what would come after his palm. Didn’t want to take that giant cock into her mouth and have him use her like a common whore. He continued to wait. Finally she tentatively licked his palm. “That is the smell of you and me. Together.” He murmured, “Soon you will know it well.”

She shuddered at the salty taste in her mouth, torn between revulsion and a growing curiosity. He had already proven that sex held some pleasantness. What he wanted couldn’t possibly bring her more. Could it?

“Have you no faith in me?” he tsked. “What is your favorite candy?”

“I cannot afford candy.”

He waved away the comment. “Pretend you can afford anything you would like.”

“Fine.” She thought she might have an inkling of what he was about. If so, it would make the next few minutes bearable.

“Minutes?” He gave a shout of laughter. “You do me an injustice.”

“But...you’re ready.”

“Prolonging the release will make for greater pleasure for everyone involved.”

Not for her. But whatever. “Chocolate,” she replied softly.

“Excellent. Mine too. Let me untie you.” With a flick of his fingers, he freed her from one binding and then the other.

Vetis tugged the tapestry bell pull hanging by the bed then gave the soft material a tiny caress. He turned to Amara and laced his fingers with hers.

His erection still big and strong, he walked naked with her over to the dais where he’d touched her with such impersonal hands last night. Amara shivered at the memory. He hadn’t hurt her yet. For that she was grateful.

Vetis dragged a footrest over to set in front of the chair. He eased into the large throne chair where he’d lain her over his knees like a banquet last night. “Straddle the footrest, knees on the floor, facing me.”

The soft silk of the rug underneath the chair tickled her knees and calves, and the rough hide covering the footrest abraded her overly sensitive mound.

He slouched back with his buttocks on the edge, so that somehow the stool was just the correct height. His erection bobbed in her face. She was so close she could count the beats of his pulse through the thickened veins. His rod grew stiffer and stiffer with her perusal.

The door behind them opened.

“Ah, thank you, Figgins.” He gestured lazily to the small table next to his chair. “You can put the tray here.”

“Very good, my Lord.”

Amara wanted to slither to the floor and hide underneath the chair so that the butler wouldn’t see her.

But Vetis lifted her chin up gently. “There is no shame in mutual love play.”

“Quite right, sir.” The butler never even looked at Amara. Not even a peek. He quietly exited the room.

“Have you no sense of propriety?” she asked him curious enough to risk his displeasure.

“I spent thousands of years trapped with only male Demons for company, chained to unforgiving rock by a sorcerer’s spell, and without a single stitch of clothing.”

She shuddered at the picture of isolation and degradation.

He continued. “I wear clothing simply because the feel of the sensuous fabric against my skin pleases me. But being naked holds no shame. It is but a state.”

He reached over to the tray and lifted an ornate silver dish into his palm. The rich dark aroma of chocolate wafted to her senses. Gods, she hadn’t had chocolate in years. Since her sixteenth birthday. Long before her marriage. Before her life changed.

Her mouth watered. Involuntarily, she leaned toward the seductive treat. Her heart thudded in her chest slowly as he dipped one long finger into the bowl of warm chocolate. She followed the path of his finger as he sloppily traced her mouth. Her lips parted. The sweet flavor burst on her tongue as he pressed his finger into her mouth.

Gods, it was so good.

She licked the chocolate from her lips, nearly moaning from the taste.

He smiled lazily. “More?”

“Yes, please.”

“How can I deny such a sweet request?” With his finger, he scooped out a little more.

She tracked his hand as he moved inexorably toward his cock. Then he lovingly painted the tip with the decadent chocolate.

He relaxed against the back of the chair and sucked his finger into his own mouth. “Partake.”

She knew what he wanted. And Gods help her, she was going to give it to him. Perhaps this bargain was not impossible.

Perhaps she
could
have a night of pleasure.

Amara placed her palms on the rough hairiness of his thighs, the bristly hairs teasing the softer more sensitive skin of her arms. She eyed the tip of his cock. This wouldn’t be so bad.

She tried to convince herself.

Tentatively, softly she licked the chocolate. Iit coated her tongue and teased her senses. She tried to ignore his erection and focus solely on the chocolate but the scent of aroused male made her attempts impossible.

“Best way to get all the chocolate is to put your entire mouth over the head.” His voice guttural, she glanced up at him. She found his gaze rapt on her mouth and she realized hat she held some power here.

Amara sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Only the head. Her lips formed a moue over the tip. Each gentle pull delivered chocolate to her taste buds, the sweet flavor delicious.

“Time for more.” Vetis popped his cock from her mouth. While she had been sucking, he had scooped chocolate onto two of his fingers. Now, he globbed the chocolate on the tip of his penis.

She licked her lips and readied to take him into her mouth again.

“Not yet.” Vetis made her wait as the chocolate oozed down the sides of his rod.

The sweet aroma of the chocolate mingled with the darker scent of his cum as he finally nodded his approval. He tipped his hips downward to give her better access to his cock. She opened her mouth obediently. This time he did nothing but wait.

“Put my cock inside your mouth.”

He gave her the control. Amara curled her fingers around the massive base of his penis and guided the member into the recesses of her mouth. When the tip hit the back of her throat she closed her lips around him and pressed her tongue up against his cock, sucking the chocolate off of him.

Her position created friction in unexpected places. The soft velvet of the seat cushion rubbed against her nipples, the sensation pleasant. She straddled the footrest and when she pressed forward, the bristled hide chafed with an unusual, erotic pressure.

The urge to increase that pressure surprised her.

“I believe it’s all gone.” Vetis rasped.

Amara let go of his cock reluctantly. He plunged four fingers into the bowl. Amara licked her lips in anticipation of the taste and feel of his hot flesh in her mouth. This time, he painted his entire cock with chocolate and liquid rushed to her nether regions. Amara squirmed.

His raging hard cock was drenched in chocolate and the treat was all hers. Without waiting for approval, she sucked his cock into her mouth, suctioning off the chocolate and savoring the slide of sweetness down her throat. She pulled more of him inside until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Instinctively she swallowed and the contraction of her muscles drew a harsh groan from him.

She did it again.

His hips pushed against her face. And she knew what to do. Previously, she had been the unwilling recipient but now she became the giver. Amara controlled their pleasure. She rose to her knees and with long sure strokes, she worked his cock in and out of her mouth. The salty drops of his cum and chocolate taunted her aroused senses.

Each time he hit the back of her throat she swallowed, squeezing his rod. Her lips pressed against the base, and when she reached under him and gripped his balls, he came with a great shout.

His hot seed spurted into the back of her throat, overpowering the taste of chocolate, burning a path into her body.

Warming her from the inside out.

So this was what pleasure was all about.

A rush of gratitude for a Demon giving her this gift spread through her.

“Thank you.” Amara licked her lips.

Above her Vetis’s breathe sawed in and out. The carpet-covered stone floor burned her knees, the hard buds of her nipples pressed into the rough hair on his thighs, and her lower body ached for more. For as much as this sexual encounter was pleasurable, she was unexpectedly unfulfilled.

Vetis responded to her thanks. “You’re welcome.”

“So we are done?” Amara could finally be free of the bargain. She could go home with the knowledge that sex didn’t always hurt.

“Look around you.”

“My Lord?”

“The stipulation was for one
night
of pleasure.”

“True.” She didn’t like the feelings that coursed through her. The bite of disappointment and the snap of irritation flooded her mind as she waited impatiently for his answer.

“It is daytime.”

So the bargain was not met yet. That was what she got for trusting a Demon.

Chapter Ten

Vetis lounged on his side, surrounded by silk bed pillows, head propped on his hand, and surveyed his latest project.

Amara, covered in a shimmering sheath of the palest pink, lay wraith-like against the ruby red sheets. The nearly sheer cloth of the gown revealed more than it hid. The backside of the cloth caused a subtle friction whenever she moved. As she shifted underneath his scrutiny, her nipples beaded. It was a delightful form of foreplay.

He had worked on one of his goals-tutoring her in love arts. Now it was time for a more serious endeavor.

Flames from the torches on either side of the bed cast a warm glow over the dark sheets as the sun descended into the horizon. The sky was a wash of vibrant colors, purples, blues, and deep blood red. Ten years after the great Earthquake, the sky still bloomed with the volcanic dust.

“You enjoyed our feast?”

He had plied her with all manner of delights. Succulent roast pig, delicate cheese, sweet strawberries straight from his hand, all disappeared into the talented cavern of her mouth. Truly he hadn’t expected much from the chocolate experiment.

She had far exceeded his meager expectations.

“It was wonderful.” Her lips quirked in the most amazing little smile.

It was the first sign of happiness he’d provoked since she’d come into his chamber and the expression seemed to set rather uneasily on her face.

He had an ulterior motive this time. He’d purposely seduced her with delicacies, so that he could plumb her mind for information about her husband’s treachery. In truth, he believed only Edward had an alliance with the Fae. But he must be sure. To satisfy Gaap, to protect the whole Demon race from their mortal enemies, the question of her innocence must be resolved.

So first he sated her with sex then food. As if plying her with food and carnal pleasure would somehow absolve his unexpected guilt over invading her mind.

Zepar lingered in the shadows as his backup. Between the two they should be able to discern her true purpose. Vetis would be particularly harsh with her if she turned out to be involved with the Fae.

The rest of the room settled into darkness as the sun hid for the night and the moon had yet to rise. Peat torches flanked the bed and cast an intimate glow down upon their little haven. She would not be able to see Zepar.

“So how did you come to be here?” He trailed his finger over the delicate arch of her eyebrow.

“I believe you know, my Lord.”

“You and your husband run a tavern?”

She snorted. “I do the work.”

In his mind, he saw as she scrubbed the floor on her knees, tended to the stew in the kitchen and poured the drafts while her husband entertained in a dark corner.