Confessions of a Sex Demon (3 page)

“You’re not here for—”

He nodded. “Yes. May I come in?”

Her manners bested by a minor, she motioned him in. As he
walked past her, she caught his gaze linger on the cleavage exposed by her low
corset. Okay, so maybe his conduct wasn’t so perfect after all.

“How old are you?” Zahra eyed the tall, lanky boy.

“I’m seventeen, but I’ve been working for my family long
enough to afford your services. There is no law in this realm against it.”

She nodded. He was right, and she wasn’t too much older than
him. But in her extra seven years as a succubus, she’d probably been through a
hell of a lot more.

“My name is
Eron
. I’ve already
lain with a woman once before, but…but it wasn’t good.”

Her cheeks yielded to an unfamiliar sensation, a smile.
“So—”

“I’d be honored if you would help me become better in the
arts of the bed chamber.”
Eron
stepped forward and
gently placed a roll of cash in Zahra’s hand.

Taking the currency, she placed it in a small box on the
mantle. “You’re very convincing. This will come in handy in the art of
seduction.”

Eron
approached her and placed his
hands on her chest. His fingers squeezed down on the soft cleavage spilling
over her top. His brown eyes reflected the creamy expanse of her exposed skin.

“First things first.
Slow down.”
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You need to make her crave you.”

Taking one of his hands from her cleavage, she moved it to
the back of her neck. In turn, she pulled his head down so that his lips rested
by her ear. “Kiss me gently, just beneath my earlobe. When you hear her gasp,
push your kiss deeper behind her, exploring the hidden skin.”

When he did as Zahra instructed, she moaned. “The skin there
will be sensitive. She’ll know just how deep you’re willing to explore her
body. Most men miss that spot. When you find it, she’ll know there is no inch
of her body that you’ll leave unturned. And that very thought will make her
wet.”

Now it was
Eron’s
turn to moan. He
hardened against her body. He wasn’t packing much, but it would be enough.

“I want to teach you the art of love making, so that when
you meet your soul mate, you’ll not only win her heart and mind, but her body
as well. She’ll feel like the luckiest woman in the world.” After all, if Zahra
couldn’t have that, she hoped someone else could.

Eron
continued kissing the skin
along her neck and unwinding the corset as Zahra instructed. The garment fell
to the ground and the air kissed her skin. “Touch my body, but keep in mind
that every caress should be a massage.”

He did as she asked and his hands glided down her back with
just enough force to make her muscles ache for his touch once more.

“Perfect. Now remove my pants. Get on your knees as you do,
so your woman will know
exactly
who is about to worship her body.”

The next minutes passed in uncomfortable ecstasy. This was
her job. It felt good, but her heart ached for something more meaningful. As
she instructed, he massaged her ass while probing into her folds with his
tongue. When he found her bud, wetness flooded the region between her legs. As
a succubus, she was already aching for release. Her health required it.

“That’s good, but don’t try to make her come just yet.”
Zahra stepped away and led him to the back room where her bed was. When they
arrived,
Eron
pushed her down on the mattress and
knelt between her legs, immediately pressing his tongue against her bud. Tiny
explosions of pleasure powered through her body.

“She’ll never come like this. Start slow and build to
ecstasy. What you’re doing feels so good, but it feels too good. The area will
become too sensitive to relax enough to climax. Just when you can tell she
can’t take it any longer, drag your tongue away. Bring your fingers to her and
dizzy her with new sensations.”

Eron
needed no further prodding.
His tongue left her swollen clit just long enough for his fingers to dive into
her core. He was doing well and Zahra neared climax. The young man brought his
lips to her bud once more, sucking as his fingers slipped back and forth inside
of her.“It’s time,
Eron
. Come inside of me now that
you have my body wet and aching for you.”

Zahra’s hands went to
Eron’s
fly
as he stood. The pants slid down easily and she heard his breath catch.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down until their chests met.

“Your skin is hot.” He broke the silence for the first time.

“I’m a sex demon. We run hot.”

Without further ado,
Eron
entered
her. His shaft wasn’t overly large, but still it stretched her, filling her up.
He immediately thrust hard and fast enough that her breasts bounced rapidly
against her own skin.

Business as usual on a Friday night.

Leaning against the cold stone wall, the shadows hid
Lennox’s form while another guest departed Zahra’s dwelling. She may not be the
only concubine in town, but she was the only working succubus in the village,
and probably the most beautiful woman at that. He’d once preferred blondes, but
now he knew it was just a disgusting angelic façade. Women were no angels and
succubae were even worse.
To hell with all of them.

“Fancy yourself a date with the whore?”

“Thinking on it.”
Lennox turned to
face Bane. He noticed the handsome shell had changed, but only a little.
Powerful
magick
still held the cloaking spell in
place.

“She works for me. I can arrange a meeting if you desire.
She leaves no man unsatisfied.”

“From terrorizing the morning market to organizing the sex
trade in your city, you are a man of all means.”

“I’m a powerful
wizard,
it’s my
duty to care for the city.” Bane sneered at Lennox, folding his arms across his
chest. The man thought himself a badass.

“So, what do you really look like?”

Bane grew taller as he glared down at Lennox. At a sturdy
six-feet himself, Lennox wasn’t overly impressed by the wizard’s
mystically-enhanced manhood.

“This is my image, human.”

Lennox noticed a pink-haired girl tiptoe out of the
apartment. Finally, Zahra was alone.

“Not so fast. First, I’ll have payment.”

Lennox slammed his fist into Bane’s face sending the
arrogant wizard to the ground. Now there was nothing standing between him and
the filthy succubus.

* * * *

Returning to her room, Zahra shoved the money into a hole
she’d carved into her mattress. One of these days, she’d have enough to take
Sephina
away and start fresh. Maybe they’d find Reza. She
missed her brother.

“
Sephina
, I thought I told you
to—”

But as the door opened wider, she saw it was not her sister.
The human called Lennox entered into her home without invitation. He shut the
door firmly behind him, clicking the lock in place. In her time spent as a
concubine, she’d been cornered by hungry men before, but she’d never felt like
prey.
Until now.

“I’m closed.” She watched his dark blue eyes glint like
steel, slicing into her with raw intimidation.

His body filled the room and, from the way his long muscular
arms hung by his sides, he was ready to spring toward her at any moment. Strong
fists clenched at his sides and in the dim room, Zahra could make out scars
covering every inch of his hands. From his battered hands, her gaze moved
upward. She saw the blacksmith in a chilling new light. The muscles carved into
his lean body were tight with tension. Her stomach flip-flopped. He was a
gorgeous man, but a frightening one.

“A succubus is never done.” He stepped toward her, power
coming off the man in waves, causing her awe of his prowess to quickly turn
into white hot fear. Never before had she seen such innocent baby blues twisted
by such malice.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Kidnapping a succubus.”

He lunged toward her. Zahra grasped the yellow lamp and
launched it at his head. She didn’t wait for it to connect, instead she hauled
ass toward the door. The shriek of glass shattering against the floor filled
the room as Lennox’s strong arms wrapped around her. His iron grip heaved her
off the ground.

“Get your hands off me,” she screamed, but he didn’t obey,
so she bit down on his bare skin until she tasted blood.

“I’m a blacksmith. My hands have had worse.” With that, he
slammed her against the wall, freeing her mouth from its clench on his wrist.
She squirmed, but to no avail. The man was damn strong.

“How about your manhood then?”
She
dangled in his arms, but Zahra swung her knee hard into the man’s groin. He
dropped to the floor.
Success.

Zahra opened the door to flee her own home, but Lennox’s
hand found her ankle and pulled her back. His force was powerful enough to send
her rolling across the room. She landed hard and coughed through the pain of
impact.

“I thought a sex demon would be quicker, what with getting
caught in sticky situations, like fucking someone’s husband.” He spit on the
ground beside her. Murder glinted in his blue eyes, an icy quality glazing over
his stare.

“Sounds like someone hasn’t gotten laid in
a while.
I’ll make you an appointment for Tuesday.” Zahra hawked saliva
back at his feet before strong arms yanked her up from the ground.

“I would rather die than fill a whore like you.”

Despite the psychopathic quality of his glare, and the tight
grip of his hands on her wrists, his words were what cut her the deepest.

“Well, it may be a short list, but guess what? You’re one of
two people on my list of losers never to screw.”

Lennox spun her around and yanked her hard against his body.
His biceps molded around her. As she was pressed closer against his body, she
felt the subtle outlines of the muscles carved into his torso. The scent of steel
came next, a clean, metallic smell that mixed well with the warmth of his skin.
The aroma was much better than the usual odor of liquor permeating her typical
customers.

“You smell good, Lenny.” His momentary confusion was long
enough for Zahra to swing her elbow back in his stomach. He choked for air, but
didn’t let go. One of his hands left her, but a strong arm still held her
inescapably close. A sharp point prodded her back, nearly piercing flesh.

Of course the blacksmith would have a dagger.

“You’re going to come with me. You’re going to be quiet or
I’ll knock you unconscious. The only reason I haven’t is because you look heavy
as hell.” His gruff voice assaulted her and she realized he was very serious.

She’d love to give him hell and make him carry her. But she
already knew he was strong. Better to be aware of his plans. Yes, she
definitely needed to be conscious.

“Fine.
Where to,
Lenny?”

The dagger nudged into her back and a hot drop of blood
formed on her skin. “My name is Lennox. You should know the name of the man
who’s going to kill you.”

And then she felt a cloth cover her mouth. An intoxicating
twang filled her nostrils before gray fuzz spread across her vision.
Hysteria.
Then darkness.

* * * *

Zahra woke to a sharp pinch against her skin. She tried to
peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy stones. She wanted to touch her
eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused her lids to fly open only to
realize that she was indeed strapped down.

The perpetrator smiled, but it was subtle.
Very subtle.
His tan skin was darker in the dim room. His
blue irises appeared so light that his eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at
her in the shadowy room. He finished strapping her foot down.

“Do you like your accommodations, demon?”

“You should have asked Bane for help decorating. He’s also
very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing.” She’d hoped to sound feisty, but
instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful rasp.

“Since you’re used to your mouth being filled, I’ll help
you.” Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense frown as
he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut into the
edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the cold metal
table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head missed its mark
and
thunked
hard against the steel.

At least she could still see what was taking place. Fear
coursed through her. She barely knew this man and she couldn’t imagine what he
had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to kinky requests, and most men
knew they didn’t need to kidnap her for such a session. She watched Lennox’s
tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only furniture was a small table.
Probably where he kept his—

Scissors.
Lennox turned toward her
with a pair in his hand. As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely too
innocent to be foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his tan
skin. She’d felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense lover,
not a fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and normally
she liked freaky guys. If he hadn’t insulted her ever since they first met,
they might’ve even had a chance. No charge.

Lennox stood between her legs and she could barely see him
from her tight bondage against the table. The cold metal of the scissors
slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling away, the soft groan of
the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in the empty room. Her
tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat crept into her body.
Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her come.
Hard.
The bad news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew where she was.