Desire After Dark: Lords of Pleasure (13 page)

“And I’ll continue to do so—for both of us.” She wanted him on edge with anticipation and arousal, and she’d achieved both.

His muscles quivered as she parted his ass cheeks again. The head of the instrument breached his hole and he hissed at the burn, pulling at the restraints on his wrists. He was held fast. Her prisoner. Slave. Fuck toy.

“Relax and give yourself to your mistress. Surrender, vampire.”

The struggle rose up within him, unbidden. Never had he given completely all that he was. Never had he granted another total dominion.

“I—I can’t.” But he knew that wasn’t true, and so did his mistress.

“You can.” The hardness pressed inside, inch by inch.

He panted, heart fluttering in mild apprehension at the sheer size of the object penetrating him. “I don’t…”

“Stop fighting, my vampire,” she murmured, pushing it deeper. “Oh, how beautiful you look, the shiny marble stretching your hole wide.”

“Mistress,” he pleaded. For what, he wasn’t sure. Couldn’t think.

“Yes, I’m your mistress, love. I’m fucking your pretty ass, watching this rod part your flesh. How does it feel?”

He couldn’t deny the pleasure rising to almost smother him. “Good. So full.”

“Surrender.”

“Oh. Yes,” he moaned, his voice breaking.

Something broke free inside him. His bones melted as she fucked the marble shaft in his channel, driving him higher until he was nothing but sensation. Flesh and blood answering to her demand. When she pushed the phallus all the way into the hilt and left it there, he could do nothing but hang in his restraints and wait. Whatever her desire, he’d gladly give.

“You are mine, Luc.”

“I’m yours.”

A crank turned, the rack moved, and his wrists and ankles were pulled farther apart. More and more until his muscles strained. The pain was incredible.

And darkly delicious. His body was stretched to the limits of endurance, presented to his mistress as a feast for her enjoyment. The huge rod was buried in his ass, and his throbbing cock and balls were thrust forward in offering.

A metallic scrape sounded in the room and he knew it for what it was—a blade.

Her voice spoke quietly into his lips. “Remember the story of the dagger and the sacrifice?”

“Yes.”

“What would you sacrifice for me, vampire? What is your token?”

“I don’t understand.” He licked his lips nervously.

“Do you trust me?”

He hesitated. The woman had saved his life. She had brought him home with her when she could have left him to his fate. She’d seen to his well-being. Her servants were happy, and he’d seen the good in her firsthand. His fears subsided, and he felt himself truly relax, giving himself to whatever she planned.

“I do,” he said. “I trust you.”

“Then what will you give me?”

This time, he didn’t hesitate. “Anything. My body and soul are yours.” It was the truth, and they both knew it.

“Very good, my gorgeous slave. You’re ready to make good on the bargain we sealed in the practice yard—the one you lost.”

The tip of the blade pricked his right nipple, and he sucked in a breath. His cock ached to the point of pain, but he knew this night was only beginning. Especially when she revealed a hint of what was to come.

“I’ll start with a token of your blood,” she purred seductively. “And then I’ll call my friend Legion.”

“Gods,” he whispered.
Legion.
Demon of a thousand souls. The most lethal creature he knew of, save his brothers’ friend Valafar, and certainly the most depraved.

“Yes.” The blade trailed down his abdomen. “And we’re going to enjoy devouring you.”

Kass wanted to see her lover’s eyes. And she would, soon.

For now, she was captivated by Luc’s submission. He’d finally worked past his fears, almost any male’s natural tendency to fight the transfer of power and yield control of his mind and body to another.

Now he was deep into subspace, spread on the rack, muscles gleaming and stretched to the max. His head was tilted slightly back, blond hair mussed, the black scarf a nice contrast to his coloring. His cock and balls were thrust forth, ready for her pleasure.

She moved around to view his backside. Oh gods, the end of the phallus was visible between his perfect globes! So wicked,
knowing the rod was stuffed deep into his core. He was bound and impaled, hers to savor.

Fascinated, she pierced his right nipple with the tip of the blade, this time drawing a bead of blood and a brief cry from his lips. The crimson welled to the size of a pea, then streaked down, over his rib cage. A glance confirmed he was as hard as ever, shaking with need.

“I have a pain slut on my hands, I believe.”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. He trembled as she skimmed the blade along his side, between two ribs. She made just a thin slice. Blood flowed again, and he was putty in her hands. To continue with the blood play or not? If he was human, she wouldn’t dare go too far. But Luc was a vampire, and would heal quickly. Satisfied he would be safe, she made another cut to match it on his other side. Then she made one on each flank, curving around his hip bones. Then, the soft flesh of his inner thighs, very near his groin.

“Do you feel that? Your life’s blood streaming over your skin?”

“Y-yes, mistress.” His face was flushed with want.

“Do you wish to know what my ancestors often took as their token?”

“I do, please.”

She pressed the flat side of the blade against his bulging scrotum. “This, my slave. The mistress would make a quick, deep cut just here.” Turning the blade with the sharp edge against his delicate skin, she admired how he looked, at her mercy.

“Ritual c-castration?”

“Yes, pet. It was very erotic, and meaningful. He willingly gave over two of his most treasured parts of himself—his body
and his soul. His sac was taken and consumed by her and the witnesses to symbolize the gift of his sexual potency, and his submission was complete.”

Making a tiny slice, she watched in awe as he moaned. He was truly under her power, and that gift was a heady thing. She could see how and why her ancestors, an even more carnal lot back then than she and her sisters, would go through with the ritual. Some even killed their slaves during the bloodletting and sexual marathon that followed, or allowed them to be killed by the other participants. And the slaves died one hundred percent willingly.

She, however, would resist going that far. But Luc didn’t know that right now, or care.

Kneeling, she set the knife aside and mouthed his balls. The little beads of crimson hit her tongue, surprisingly sweet, combined with his natural male musk. His taste was addictive. She bathed them, made them slick with her saliva, nibbled and grazed them with her teeth. Sucked and played until he shook with unfulfilled need, making tortured sounds in his throat.

“We’re just getting started, love.” Kissing his inner thigh, she stood and stepped away from him, leaving him to suffer for a moment while she admired his beauty.

No man she’d brought here had ever been so wonderfully responsive, so open. He’d placed his life in her hands, literally. It was a heady rush. Then again, no man had ever been her mate.

Still…How would he handle the rest of what she had planned for tonight? Whatever his experiences, she doubted they involved anything like the dangerous creature she was about to call. Would Luc maintain his subspace, and embrace the experience? Time to find out. Sucking in a breath, she uttered the name
that both excited and frightened her in equal measure. One she hadn’t ventured in quite a while.

“Legion,” she whispered. “Come to me.”

Summoning a demon was never a sure thing. It didn’t exactly work like in the movies where a crafty witch could trap one in a circle drawn on the ground. What a ridiculous notion. Demons were extremely clever and powerful, and they didn’t blindly obey when summoned like someone’s pet dog. They were more like cats—they might answer your call if they had absolutely nothing better to do, and if you’d piqued their curiosity.

She repeated her entreaty, deciding to add incentive. “Legion, come out to play? I have a tasty morsel spread on my rack.”

That got the response she’d hoped for. The air grew heavy, and the torches flickered on the walls. A large space in the center of the room began to glow neon green, and then slowly it took the rough shape of a man—or more accurately, a tall being with large wings.

The form solidified into Kass’s favorite go-to guy when she wanted a third, preferably someone from outside the palace. Legion stood about six feet five, but rather than being bulky, he was as lithe and willowy as any human runway model. His cheekbones and jaw were sharp, his eyes sparkling amethyst. Black hair shot with wide silver locks fell to his waist, and his black feathered wings brushed the backs of his heels. He wore a pair of black breeches and nothing else—even his feet were bare.

The demon was fabulously, stunningly gorgeous, and better yet, Kass knew he possessed the goods to back up the looks. He was highly intelligent and wickedly adventurous.

Legion glanced from Kass to her bound, blindfolded captive, and a predatory smile curved his sensual lips. “A sacrificial
offering for me? Kassandra, dearest, you shouldn’t have,” he said, as though he’d just unwrapped a birthday gift.

The captive in question visibly shivered.

“More like a snack,” she told him. “Luc is not to be permanently damaged.”

“Pity that.” For a couple of seconds the demon appeared disappointed, then brightened. “Then again, I suppose it’s good that one as pretty as he will live to play another day.”

She snorted. “That’s the idea, you insatiable beast. A living slave is much more fun.”

“Speaking of slaves, where’s your Taryn?” he asked absently, his attention on her newest pet as he stepped close to Luc. “You’re rarely without him dogging your heels like a good pup.”

“Practicing his swordplay, I think.”

“Ah, but which kind? He’s likely off getting his knob polished by one of your lovelies.”

“Maybe.”

“You’re entirely too lenient on your slaves, Kass.” Grasping Luc’s chin in his slender fingers, he tilted the vampire’s head up. He licked along the seam of the other male’s lips, then slipped his tongue inside. The vampire opened for him with a whimper, then arched his back and hips, trying to get closer. “Satan’s cock, so tasty, this one. From his response, I gather he’s an alpha who had no clue that his inner sub was just aching to be unleashed.”

“An alpha? What response gives you that idea?”

“Because he’s trying to demand attention, even while bound.”

“What’s wrong with that? He’s being driven out of his mind with lust, which is how we want him.”

“He should be whipped in punishment.”

“No.” The coolness of her tone surprised the demon.

“You are soft on this vampire. I wonder why?”

Apparently he decided it didn’t matter as he delved into exploring Luc’s mouth again. They were so striking, two beautiful males, one exerting his mastery over the other. The sight made her nipples tingle and her pussy wet.

She couldn’t wait for the main event. Good thing the vampire wasn’t gagged.

She and Legion were going to love hearing him scream.

The demon’s tongue was serpentine.

It slid between his lips, mapping every crevice of his mouth. Licked the roof, behind his teeth, then deep into his throat. Normally he might have gagged at such an intrusion, but he was too far gone to feel anything but ecstasy. His body was no longer his own. He was their toy, and he was dying to give them whatever they wanted.

The demon withdrew, and the tongue forged a warm, wet path down his torso and over his flat stomach. Long fingers gripped his thighs, and that slick appendage curled around his cock. Luc cried out, balls churning, desperate for more. But the demon merely chuckled and pulled away.

“Luscious,” the demon said. “But I’m more interested in his ass. Why don’t we eat him from both sides, Kassandra dear?”

Oh shit! I’ll never last!

Luc heard them moving into position and felt their nearness even before they touched him again. He wished he could see. His mistress’s smaller hands gripped the backs of his thighs while the demon’s larger ones pried apart his ass cheeks. He trembled now as though a current of electricity were steadily flowing
through every muscle and nerve, so great was the pain of his arousal. He needed to come.

And he’d do absolutely anything to earn the privilege.

His mistress enclosed his cock in her hot mouth, and he groaned. Then the toy was jiggled in his ass, rubbing his prostate to send shocks to his limbs on top of the already rampant current threatening to drown him. Then the phallus was slowly withdrawn from his channel until it was gone, leaving him bereft and empty.

Until Legion’s hot mouth was sealed onto his hole.

“Gods! I c-can’t—can’t last! Please!”

“You can,” the demon murmured.

And then proceeded to eat him out. The long, glorious tongue snaked into his back passage and rubbed. Licked and stroked. Withdrew to slurp and eat him more. Slid in again. Over and over, sliding deep, out. Eating his ass while his mistress ate his cock.

The feeling was incomprehensible—pure, unfettered, wicked ecstasy.

He was flying, nothing but flesh. He was theirs to destroy. He wanted it.

The demon’s tongue left his ass, and suddenly the creature stood. The blunt head of Legion’s cock parted his cheeks and slipped past the ring of his hungry asshole. Then it forged deeper, inches at a time. Even as stretched as he’d been by the big phallus, the demon’s rod was huge. When at last the other male was fully seated, Luc was panting, sweat rolling down his face.

“I’m going to fuck you, pretty boy,” Legion breathed in his ear, “as you’ve never been fucked before. For the rest of your existence, when you long for this and your mistress will allow it, you will call
me
. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Say my name. Beg me.”

“Legion, fuck me, please,” he whispered.

The massive tool began to slide in and out of his body. With every thrust deep inside, the demon’s groin was seated against his ass, and their balls rubbed together deliciously. Luc was going out of his mind. He needed—