InvitingTheDevil (8 page)

“My dear, you’re very down on yourself. Even without makeup and the glamour, you’re perfection. I saw it the moment you walked into my office that first day.”

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“I knew of some of your outlandish gowns, but the silver one really surpassed any I’ve seen pictures of.”

“Did it ever. Now walk for me.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll punish you.”

“Like in your office?”

“Mm, yes, maybe. Do you want to find out?”

I tightened my lips and walked to the open patio doors, then back toward him.

“Stand still.”

“Perfect. Though the dress is gossamer spun silk, it held together nicely. I love the tan. It really brings out the color of your eyes.”

I tried to read his expression. Admiration? No. They were unfathomable, deep mysterious black pools. My feelings were mixed. I was with the man I’d dreamed about for so long, but I felt like running fast and far. I hadn’t forgotten what I’d read about him or my vivid dream. I giggled as I conjured horns coming out of his skull.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t like being laughed at. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you have a bad habit of giggling out of the blue.”

“I was laughing at myself.” Okay, it was sort of true.

“Turn for me.”

I turned several times, the flared skirt swishing around my ankles. A young woman dressed in black wearing a white apron and carrying a tray with a pitcher filled with margarita, two margarita glasses and a platter of snacks, came into the living room.

“Your margaritas, sir, and the snacks you asked for.”

“Thank you, Mary. You and cook are dismissed for the night.”

“Is there anything else you need, sir, before we leave?”

“No, we’re fine. Off you go.”

“Do they live here?” I asked.

“On the property. Not in the house. Take the dress off.”

“What?”

“Take the dress off. I don’t want it damaged.”

“I can’t without help.”

Oh but that was an open invitation. He stood and walked toward me. Gently, he pushed my hair aside until it hung over one shoulder. I felt his fingers at my neck fumbling with the clasps leaving a trail of scorched skin behind. He undid the hooks that fastened the harness to the dress and slipped it off my arms.

“There you go.”

I kicked the shoes off first then slid the dress off my body. When it fell to the floor in a whispering pile, I picked it up and hung it over the back of a chair. He came toward me, still holding the harness.

“Hold your arms out.”

He slipped the harness over my arms again and fastened it at the neck and the back. It encased my breasts causing them to look much larger than they were. My nipples looked huge.

“Perfect,” he murmured and stroked my nipples until I thought they’d pop out of my breasts. My clit hardened, my pussy lips engorged and heated up. “I should have sent you out on the catwalk wearing only this. That really would have caused an uproar.”

“No bloody way!”

He laughed and walked back to the couch. “Come and sit with me.”

I hesitated. What would he do next? I sat a little away from him.

“Are your feet sore?”

“A little.”

He promptly lifted my legs and placed them on his lap, which made me lean sideways into the cushions. He massaged my feet and found an erogenous spot. I was on fire. I hardly noticed what he did next as I closed my eyes and squirmed under his manipulation of my feet. I felt something cool around my ankles. When I looked, I saw he’d placed two slave bands around my ankles with rings on them that matched the ones on my wrists.

“Why did you do that?”

“I forgot to give them to Sheldon. You should have been wearing them tonight. Let me pour you a margarita before it melts.”

I sipped my drink and he continued to massage my feet. I kept my legs pressed tightly together, conscious of the clit ring poking out. I finished my drink and before I realized what he was doing, he put my feet back on the floor, one by one, causing my legs to open. I quickly moved, but the margarita was strong and had done its job of relaxing me completely. His next move was even more unexpected. He gathered me into his arms and kissed me. Softly at first, then more forcefully, pushing my lips apart, his tongue entered my mouth and explored. I returned his kiss. I melted in his arms.

“You’re irresistible,” he murmured against my lips. “I don’t fraternize with my models as a rule, but I can’t resist you.”

He kissed my face, my eyes, nibbled on the lobes of my ears, then trailed kisses down to my bust. Cupping each breast in his hands he squeezed hard and sucked my nipples until I thought they couldn’t grow any bigger. He stood suddenly, and bending, scooped me into his arms. He left the living room, carrying me as if I weighed nothing, then up a flight of stairs and into a large bedroom. He deposited me onto a four-poster bed covered with black silk sheets and a silk duvet, black with a red swirl design. He turned away from me and went to one of the large dark-wood dressers whereupon I heard him rummaging in a drawer. In a haze, I watched him attach a blood-red silk cord to each of the rings on my wrists. He did the same with my ankles.

I lay spread-eagled, my legs so far apart I doubted they could spread any further as he tied the cords to the posts of the bed. He spread my arms wide and stretched them tight, then secured them in the same manor. I couldn’t move anything except my hips and head. I didn’t protest at any of this, even though my inability to move scared me a little. It also heightened my libido to be displayed so wantonly, my clit so visible. If the locks hadn’t kept my pussy lips together, he could have seen everything. I felt the skin tugging on the rings as I squirmed.

He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs. He was still fully clothed. He gazed down at my clit, at my pussy, and I squirmed in ecstasy. He had the keys. He had the power to open the locks. But he didn’t. He gazed at my pussy for a while, then bent down and licked me, from my crack to my clit. He was very careful.

“You’re still a tad raw. It’s going to take a few more weeks to heal completely,” he said, his voice hoarse as he pushed gently on my clit, avoiding the ring and the hood. I felt it rise, engorge, throb as he rubbed in circular motion. Feeling carefully between the folds, he pushed his finger in between the locks and found my sopping vagina. He leaned down and sucked my flowing juices, then entered me with his finger again, just one finger, but I ached for more. I tugged at my bonds with my feet, and jerked my arms twisting beneath him. Leaving his finger inside me, he reached up and squeezed my breasts hard, then pinched my nipples so hard, I screamed. It was an exquisite pain, a pain I wanted more of.

“Do you like that?” he asked in a husky and low voice.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me?”

“Oh, damn, yes.”

“You can’t have me yet. Not until you beg for me.”

“I want you. I do.”

He withdrew his finger and got off the bed. He piled pillows under my head and upper body until I lay raised. He slowly took his shirt off, then undid his belt. I heard the boots fall as he pulled them off. His pants were next. I gasped when I saw his cock spring free. It was massive, or it seemed so to me. He climbed back on the bed and swung a leg across my chest. Then taking holding of the headboard, he leaned forward, his groin toward my face. His cock brushed my lips.

“I’ve never—”

“Given anyone a blowjob? Boy, you
are
virginal.”

He forced his cock against my lips again, more insistently demanding entry. I opened my mouth. The head barely fit inside, it was so big. He pushed into my mouth until I thought I would gag.

“Suck, pretend it’s a popsicle,” he told me. I sucked as hard as I could. It was decidedly uncomfortable. If I could hold it with a hand, it might have been easier. I soon got the hang of how to tease him by tasting the hole with my tongue and licking the bulbous head. He moved within my mouth while I sucked. His breathing sped up and I knew, as if by some instinct, he was close to coming. As he thrust, he pushed deeper and I did gag as he slid deeper and entered my throat. He ignored the gag and thrust ahead with one big push. I thought I’d suffocate. “Breathe through your nose,” he shouted as he thrust again. A huge shudder shook him as he ejaculated. Liquid trickled down my throat. He thrust again, and again, sending more of his juices into my stomach.

He pulled out of my mouth then and claimed my mouth in a kiss. Some of his spunk was in my mouth. It tasted salty and musky at the same time. I loved it. I was sure after some practice and determination, which I had aplenty—I’d get the hang of giving him a blowjob.

His kiss was long and lingering, coming to a halt only when he moved down to my breasts where he tackled my nipples. Oh, God, if those damn locks hadn’t been there I would surely lose my virginity tonight. I thrashed in ecstasy, fought against the bonds that held me as I writhed under his ministrations. While he sucked, he entered my vagina with his finger again and moved swiftly inside me causing me to come. Licking his finger, he lay beside me, a hand on a breast, his fingers idly playing with a nipple.

“What are you feeling right now, Danea?”

“I’m unsatisfied.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to teach you everything, but all in due course. You’re not ready yet.”

“Ready for what?”

“You have another opening I can fuck, but it’s virginal, too.”

“Anal sex? Are you kidding? Let me loose, please.” I twisted and tried to loosen my bonds, but of no avail. I yanked harder, only hurting my wrists and ankles.

“I have to prepare you so you can take me. I’m not small.”

“I noticed.” What I also noticed, there was no love involved in this sex play.

“Do you realize I’m crazy about you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“I’m telling you now. I can’t get you out of my mind, day and night.”

Was that his way of telling me he’d fallen in love with me?

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Beg.”

“Please?” My voice came out squeaky. “Please fuck me?”

“You know where I want to fuck you.”

“Yes. Please?” Right then, I’d take him anywhere, even in my mouth again, although the thought of him fucking my asshole scared the hell out of me.

He sat up, untied one of my ankles and pulled it up toward the head of the bed. He tied it to the same post as my wrist but higher. He did the same with the other leg. Taking the pillows from beneath my head, he placed them under my hips until my butt was suspended. He rummaged in the drawers beside the bed again and brought out a small device. I wondered what it was but didn’t have to wonder long. He took a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pulled it hard and attached a small clamp to it. He turned a tiny screw until the clamp was so tight, I screamed. He did the same to the other nipple, then pushed a button on the black device he had in his hand. He gazed at my face as the vibrations sped up, faster and faster, until I groaned, but not in pain. I loved it.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes, dammit. Do something. Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes!” I screamed as the vibrations sped up even more. Pangs of pain shot through my nipples but sent bolts of desire straight to my clit. My pussy throbbed and ached for fulfillment.

He slapped my bum hard, and again. He continued spanking me until my butt cheeks burned. “Damn you to hell!” I shouted. I squirmed with need, with the desire to have him make love to me, to fuck me senseless. I flung my head from side to side, wiggled my hips, my arms yanking at my bonds aching to touch his cock. His finger probed between the locks, shoving deep and hard, he finger fucked me forcing me to come several times. While he finger fucked me, another finger slowly entered my anus. I stiffened and tightened the muscles in my ass.

“Relax, baby,” he crooned, his eyes were blacker than the ace of spades as he watched me.

He withdrew his finger. Something warm and gooey squirted into my anus. My first instinct was to push it out until he shoved his finger in again. He finger fucked me with both hands now. He pushed another finger into my anus stretching me wider, and another soon joined the two. I gasped, I screamed, I begged for more while through the exquisite pain pulsing through my nipples, the stretching of my anus, I glanced at his massive cock, the object of my lust.

It was hard, pulsing and bigger than before—or it seemed to be. Through my screams of ecstasy, my thrashing, I felt him pull his fingers out of me leaving me empty suddenly. I vaguely noticed him stretching a condom over his hard-on. “Do something! Fuck me!” I yelled.

He sat on his heels and holding his cock at the base, came toward me. I sucked in my breath as I felt him push against my hole. Another glob of lubrication squirted into my asshole. A moment later, the tip of his cock followed. I stiffened again. He stopped and leaned forward, then turned the vibrator off. He smiled down at me as he tightened each nipple clamp until I thought they’d cut off my nipples. Then he turned the gadget on again at full speed. Pain shot through me, through my breasts, down my chest and into my abdomen. I screamed repeatedly and begged for more—cried for him to enter me, to fuck me.

His cock pushed slowly deeper into my anus, stretching me. I concentrated on the finger inserted into my vagina, pleasuring me. He moved back and forth until I relaxed my anal muscle completely and allowed him entry. I felt my anal walls give way as he pushed in gradually, bit by bit. I gasped as he filled me completely. He thrust in and out very slowly, but his finger kept pumping. He came with a huge shudder and groan. His cock soon lost its firmness and he eased out. He turned the vibrator off and undid my feet and my wrists.

I lay stunned on the bed. I could hardly believe what I’d just done, what I’d permitted him to do. I couldn’t believe how I’d begged. That voice I heard couldn’t have been mine, surely.

“Are you okay?” he asked while carefully removing the condom and disposing of it. “I didn’t tear you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Stone cold sober, I shook my head. “I can’t believe I did this.”