Confessions of a Sex Demon (5 page)

Her clit jumped as the vibration slammed against her
sensitive nub, the tight fabric sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through
her body. The hum of the erotic torture filled the room.
So good it hurts…

“You think another man’s agony is comedy.” The tantalizing
vibration continued; an eerie sensation amidst Lennox’s dark oaths.

Zahra parted her lips to issue a comeback, but only a moan
escaped. Ecstasy spiraled toward her. Her core glistened with readiness and
swelled under the tight lace. Zahra squeezed her eyes shut and hoped Lennox
wouldn’t see her nearest climax.

The buzzing stopped. Silence became her nightmare.

“Gods damn you!” Zahra cried as wetness threatened to spill
over her lids. Instead, she stopped breathing and demanded her tears back into
hiding.

“How many men have you fucked?”

“Just men?
You mean we’re not
counting some of the demon breeds that are multi-gendered? Man, you must not
get out much, Lenny.”

He was between her legs in an instant. His rough hands
gripped the thin lace, and the sound of shredding fabric echoed in the room.

“Those cost me a fortune,” she said dryly. “Do you really
think I got those vibrating panties in this tiny-ass medieval village?”

Lennox walked away and Zahra finally breathed a sigh of
relief. When he was near, his presence left her completely unnerved, not only
because he was her captor, but because his beautiful crystal gaze was
unreadable. His broad back turned to her, Zahra couldn’t make out what he was
looking for. He was rooting through a satchel.

“Is that where you keep your stash of torture weapons?”

In a scintillating twist, he turned with a familiar object in
hand. The beautiful blown glass was a work of art and also one of her favorite
dildos.

“You really navigated my wall of sex toys, didn’t you? Am I
popping your dildo cherry? You seem very excited.”

“Because I see weakness plain on your
face.
Your body withering away as your tongue tries to convince yourself
otherwise.”

He found his way between her legs once more, a massive
statue of a man, perhaps Ares, the god of war. His only quest was to destroy
her.

Lennox reached out to find the tiny vibrator within the torn
scrap of lace then pressed it against her swollen clit. Under his command, the
small toy sprang to life. Wet rapids of heat flooded the area between her legs
and Lennox placed the large round head of the glass shaft at her core.
Oh
gods.

Her clit continued to throb and swell with unreleased need
as he pushed the smooth rod deep into her core and slowly began pulling back.
“I told you
I
wouldn’t be filling you.” His deep voice sent a shiver
down her spine. He continued to push and pull the dildo back and forth in slow
motion. It was torture; every centimeter a sweet, erotic pain. “I know how a
sex demon craves to be filled. And so I’ll fuck you with your favorite toy
until you cry for release. But you won’t have it. You don’t deserve it.”

As pleasure returned the stars to her vision, Lennox’s words
faded into the background like a haunting whisper. The buzzing of the vibrator
halted, but Lennox began driving the shaft harder, as if taking out his rage on
her hot, wet core. Surely he must know she was about to—
And
then he stopped. Her body curled against the abrupt withdrawal. Zahra shivered
as a chill crept into her body. She was weakening.

Lennox leaned over her and the scent of warm coal and cool
metal tickled her nose. His face was only inches away from hers, his eyes
daring her to rebel. She didn’t flinch under his intense gaze. But inside, her
body was warming for him. Why did her psychopath have to be so hot and smell so
damn good? Why couldn’t he have plain brown eyes and reek like an ogre?

Though he still held her gaze, the glass rod found its way
to her lips once more and glided into her.
Deep.
She
demanded her eyes stay open against the onslaught of pleasure. As Lennox thrust
the smooth shaft all the way to the hilt, she was a soldier against the
pleasure, playing coy while orgasm loomed near.

“I know your body. You may think to hide your feelings from
me, but I can feel your breath still and your heart shudder.”

With the warning, he withdrew the rod once more. Zahra’s
muscles tensed with disappointment and her body cried out for release. Her body
was on fire atop the cold metal table. Had she been wearing clothes, they would
have been molded to her body from sweat. But she wasn’t. She was naked, fully
bared for Lennox to witness what he was capable of doing to her.

“You’re easy to please, succubus. Perfect then that you are
a professional whore.
Curious that you even charge.”

Zahra was too weak to let his words break her even more. She
was already broken.

“Admit that you love it, whore.” Ice dripped from his short
words.

“I hate it.” But her honesty was an inaudible whisper before
she passed out.

From across the room, Lennox leaned against the wall trying
to regain his composure. His intent had been to bring Zahra to near climax, not
himself. But he’d gotten lost in the cinnamon scent of her soft skin. Her
nipples had been tiny candies in his mouth, sweet and hard with desire. The way
she shuddered under his touch nearly led him to cum all over himself like an
inexperienced oaf. But as Zahra heaved atop the table where she was restrained,
he knew he’d done his job. Already she seemed weaker, her rosy skin pale from
withdrawal.

“You don’t understand. I need to get free.” Her soft voice
escaped in a whisper. Nothing like the fierce tone he’d first heard her use
with Bane in the morning market.

“I know. Your body will wither away if you don’t get
release.” He watched her naked body buck against the binds holding her in
place.

“It’s more than that. I owe Bane a great deal of money.”

“Let him come looking for you, I’m not worried about the
wizard.”

“You should be,” she bit back. Despite her aggression, her
tone was worried.

A moment of silence passed before Zahra erupted in a rage.
The table shook as her body battled against the bonds. He turned the light and
read the pained expression on her face. Her golden eyes, ablaze with fury,
narrowed on him with infinite disdain.

Her body hadn’t weakened as much as he’d thought it had.
He’d taken Zahra to the brink, and yet she still fought against her confinement
like a warrior. “Are you ready for another round then? Your clamoring is giving
me a headache.”

She stilled on the table. Clearly she didn’t want round two.

“Please, you have to understand. It’s not just about me.”

“Of course it’s all about you. You’re a succubus.”

“Shut up!” Her desperate roar echoed through the room,
catching Lennox by surprise. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Leaning forward, he assessed his prisoner, gritting his teeth
to dull his fury. “I know plenty about you. I know you have a brother and he’s
just as selfish as you are.”

“How do you know about my brother?” Her eyes glowed deep
amber, concern taking root in her gaze. Her immediate worry caught him off
guard. She began thrashing against the table once more, her body colliding with
the metal. She’d be covered by bruises.
“You psychopathic
bastard!
What did you do with my brother?”

“You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m destroying his only
sister.” He searched her eyes for fear, but surprisingly, she relaxed at his
admission.

“So you haven’t hurt him?”

“No.”

Silence hung in the room. Lennox used the quiet moment to
appreciate the soft curves of her body. After his wife had left him, Lennox had
spent weeks traveling, having various women in his bed. But every woman had
held the image of his wife. Only now did he really see Zahra. Truly, the
succubus before him was a mesmerizing creature.

He needed some air.

* * * *

After Lennox stepped out, Zahra went to work. Her only hope
was thrashing the table to pieces. After all, it didn’t seem overly sturdy and
she was a woman with a cause. Using every ounce of strength she had left, Zahra
threw her body in every direction. The table shook, but not as much as she
needed to get loose. The sight of the scissors lying nearby reminded her that
this could be her only chance. She continued to toss her body atop the table.
Her limbs ached as she struggled against the bonds. But inch by inch, the table
scooted closer to her object of freedom.

Okay, now to flip this thing...
Leaning her weight to
one side, Zahra threw it to the right. The table scooted, but didn’t tip. Again
she tried.
Again.
Just when Zahra thought her arm was
going to pop out of its socket, the table tipped and she fell to the ground.
The structure landed on its side and Zahra was only inches away from the
scissors. Worming her way across the floor, she grasped the sharp tool. After
some careful maneuvering, she sliced through one of her bonds.

A creak from the door caused a spike of panic. Her heart
jumped into her throat, but when she looked up, no one was in the room.
Swallowing her nerves, Zahra went back to work. Lennox could be back at any
moment. Even with her hands finally free, cutting through the thick rope binding
her feet was no easy task. Zahra realized she was holding her breath.
Breathe.
The last of her bonds fell away and Zahra bolted upward. In a split-second
decision, she decided to flee without looking for something to wear.
Have to
get to
Sephina
.

Approaching the front door on tiptoes, Zahra peeked outside.
The house was situated in a clearing, but the woods weren’t far. If she could
just make it to the cover of the forest she might be able to escape. But where
was Lennox?
Just run like hell.

Releasing her death grip on the door, Zahra sprinted across
the clearing and didn’t look back. The wind whipped against her cheeks like
tiny razorblades as she ran like a nymph through the forest. Lennox had carried
her a
long-ass way while she’d been unconscious and
she barely knew where she was going. As she ran, she looked down at the ground
to leap over large tree trunks. Her legs were pale enough to resemble a ghost
of the woods as they tore through the darkness. If she wasn’t petrified of a
handsome psychopath coming after her, she might have stopped to fashion some
clothes out of the local flora.

A tiny light loomed in the distance. Squinting, Zahra made
out a tiny cottage. Her legs quivered from exhaustion as they continued to
sprint through the forest toward the dwelling. She crossed her fingers that a
woman lived in the home. As she neared the cottage, she heard the
thunk
of steel connecting with wood. Zahra looked behind
her and saw no sign of Lennox. Up ahead, a large shadowy form chopped timber in
front of the house.

Zahra’s body trembled from weakness. She knew it was wiser
to continue on, but her body was too sick from Lennox’s torture to pass up food
and water. And honestly, if she could get to safety, she could pleasure
herself, and at least regain a small ounce of strength.

“Who goes there?”

A burly voice stopped Zahra in her tracks. As adrenaline
fled her body, her legs collapsed from under her. Leaves crunched as boots
neared her form. The tree line above her became fuzzy, exhaustion taking over
her senses. She vaguely heard grunts as the wood-chopper approached where she
lay on the ground.

“Please, help me.” Her voice barely escaped her lips. Maybe
Lennox’s plan had worked better than she realized. She could be dying.

“What have we here?” The burly voice loomed over her. The
darkened woodsman held up a lantern and Zahra was finally able to make out her
savior.

He was larger even than Bane, his form just as massive as
the woods around them. His eyes glinted with satisfaction, but as she searched,
she found no kindness.

“Luck has smiled on me today, for I have a woods nymph
delivered to me.” He yanked her up off the ground, nearly breaking her arms
from the force.

Pain exploded, but she was helpless in his grip, weakened by
Lennox’s torture. Desperation hallowed out her gut and Zahra felt tears slide
down her cheeks. If she was to die, she’d rather die alone, staring up at the
canopy. Now she’d die in the arms of a rapist. It would not be voluntary. The
woodsman’s meaty fingers dug into her bare ass. His large body slammed her
against the nearest tree and she felt the bark grind against her skin. One of
his hands left her bottom to squeeze her breast.

She’d never sobbed before, but she did so now. “Please,” she
begged.

In return, she only heard satisfied grunts and the vile
scent of his body odor enveloped her. The sound of a zipper being yanked open
meant he’d sprung free, ready to violate her. More tears left her cheeks wet.
She was thrown to the ground and crushed by the woodsman as he descended upon
her. His hand went to her fold and spread her for entry. Squeezing her eyes
shut, she willed herself to die. Lennox had started the process, now she prayed
for it to be over.

“Please!” She screamed now in prayer for the gods to take
pity on her and end her existence before she suffered the feel of the rapist
atop her.

His palm connected with her cheek. The force cracked her lip
and hot blood spilled into her mouth. The ground shook beneath her, the
pounding of dirt adding to the horrifying soundtrack in her ears. And then the
weight of the woodsman was thrown from her body. Cold night air washed her skin
clean of the brute’s dirty fingerprints. God had saved her. She was dying, but
had been granted a peaceful death. Her tears began to dry, and finally,
darkness covered her world.