Double Down (Take a Gamble) (4 page)

He looked over to her and then frowned and shook his head. “Whatever. You wanna tell me why the fuck you look like a door hit you? As I recall you didn’t have a bruise blooming on your face when you left me, and you are not the type to walk into a door. Not when you can run like a fucking sprinter in those stilettos.”

"I really don’t want to waste our time talking about it." She reached her uncuffed hand over to rest on his leg stroking up his thigh to his cock. "How fast do you think we can go with this at the back of my throat?" she petted him gently squeezing him through his pants. 

Caleb groaned and shook his head. “Wo
man you will not distract me. Imight be ready to go, but I am still pissed as hell with you.” He said and nodded to the cuff on her wrist. “That looks new too, and doesn’t feel right. Take it off.
”
 

"It's not new, it’s very old and if I could remove it I would." She took her hand back twirling the cuff
, looking for a break in the metal. "I'm afraid I have no experience in slaver cuffs apart from one I saw in an Afterverse museum once. Let’s just say I'm hiding from some people back home and somehow, though fuck knows how, they found me. I haven’t touched my accounts for months and I've stayed out of the lines and negative Shadows. Tyrina probably said something stupid to someone but hell they were fast."

Caleb frowned. Shit. This was probably his fault. “Um…” he said and then coughed. “I might have something to do with that. I checked the odds on you with Tyson.” He gave her a sheepish look as he rounded a corner like a bat outta hell. “
How the hell was I supposed to know you are on the lamb?”

She looked fit to murder him.

"A demon miles outside of a lay line? Not suspicious enough to you?" she growled. "Well this is pointless, they'll be looking for you too. And I'm not on the lamb, I'm having a brief sabbatical before returning home to fulfill my duties as a daughter." she growled very unhappily. "The old bastard got wise to my scheming and avoidance."

“I feel like I just started reading a book at the last chapter. I think you need
to explain everything from the beginning. But let’s get to that once we are water bound.” He drove down the lane towards a large sixty five foot yacht with the cargo bay open. They drove up to it and then into the cargo bay. The door started to close as they turned the engine off.

Caleb hit a button at the wall and an intercom buzzed.
“Lister? Emergency cast off if you please.”

“Aye sir.
Five minutes.”

He turned to Shade and smiled.
“So a drink? I swear there’s no roofies involved, and you can give me the whole sordid story, and we can figure this out, including how to get that fucker off your wrist.” He already had an idea but it would be tricky.

"I could be doing with a few
roofies." she smiled wearily. "In a way you did start at the last chapter. I did say in another time we would have been wonderful together. I'm getting married. My father needs allies more than he needs me and let’s face it, he doesn’t need me that much. 

“
I've avoided it this long you know and I became pretty adept at steering away from it but he got wise. Actually his latest wife's gotten wise to it. This," she raised her hand shaking the cuff with a sneer. "Is a present from my husband to be, isn’t it sweet? He's a fucking child. Barely twenty apparently with an animal fetish, and it never happened before you say anything. Not to mention the fact he's already littered the world with bastards and he's rarely away from his mother’s side. Controlling bitch.

“
It hurts. I mean I'm hardly discreet but I’d think to rate better than that. I can work with him though, not the direction I was hoping for but a life at court isn’t a death sentence." 

“That sounds unpleasant all around.” He said as he took her hand and
led her up the stairs to the living quarters. They walked into the main living room and he went to the bar and pulled out two glasses. “Jesus Christ this isn’t the dark ages. Women aren’t cattle anymore.” He pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker Black and poured two glasses. “Darlin you are boned. Hard.”

She snorted, "You got that right, as for the dark ages when was the last time you were in the Afterverse? That’s just what the place is. I have it
figured, I just need to get this thing the hell off."

“Yes well…” he brought her
a drink and sat next to her on the large leather couch. “I think I might have an answer to your issues, but you probably are not going to be all gung ho for it.”

But he was, oh lord was he. Life with her wouldn’t be dull, and the best he could hope for in a female companion was that she didn’t bore him. Shade has issues, issues that could
keep him entertained for ages.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously but jiggled the cuff again. "Try me."

“I’m sure you know how a Djinn’s powers work. Three wishes for 100 years of sexual slavery, a binding so to speak. We bind, you can wish that goddamn thing off, as well as two other things you could use to ensure your freedom, and then spend the next 100 years hanging out with me, gambling.”

"Bless you, you have a
 hero complex." she sipped her drink. "I'm not sure you want to do that though, not for me. I don’t need saving. I'll bend the kid to my ways and if he doesn’t bend I'll have him killed. Five years max." 

Caleb shrugged. “Suit yourself. I don’t have a hero complex
Shade, I do come out on top with that one. Beautiful demon at my sexual beck and call for 100 years? Not aging, never wanting for a damn thing and your little issue gets taken care of. Small price to pay for freedom, but hey, don’t mind me.”

"It
's not that, we'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. 100 years is a pretty long time when you think about it. It won’t be all betting and fucking, there’s social functions and parties. Plus my biological clock will have kicked in by then and you're hardly going to help me raise a gaggle of screaming kids now are you?" She touched his cheek lightly, knowing that would send him running for the hills. "Let me think about it."

Caleb gave her a hearty laugh. “Shade
, you don’t want help that’s fine, but lemme fix your misconceptions. One, you’re a royal, so am I. Nothing wrong with bringing you with me to anything I have to do. Second, we could make an arrangement. You’re right, I’m not really a tie down kinda guy, but must needs.” He grinned.

“And as for the rug rats, not possible.
Entering into a 100 year binding with a Djinn renders both parties sterile for the duration. Who wants a child to spoil the fun?”

H
e finished his drink and then got up and grabbed the bottle and poured himself another dram. “It’s all your choice Demon.”

"Ok." she held her breath. "I like the idea of an arrangement. We get on reasonably well and it’s not like I'll be moving in. We'll carry on the way we are and occasionally I'll pop in for some creative sex.
There’s no hardship there. Not to mention the wishes.”

“Well by
arrangement I was thinking we spend some quality time spending my money gambling around the world. We can set it up so you can go where you want, but don’t be surprised if I just pop in for that aforementioned, ‘creative sex’.”

"Pop in any time you like and I have my own money to spend though your
s will come in handy. So how does it work?"

Caleb leaned towards her and took another sip on his scotch. “How
do most things happen? Sex my dear lovely demon. Wild, animalistic sex where you end up bound to me for 100 years.”

"Mmmmm well that I am looking forward to." she finished her drink in one gulp setting it down moving flush against him. "When do we get to that?"

“Just as soon as we get to open water. We have two days till we have to be back for the tourney… by then you will be well satisfied, bound to me irrevocably and no one can change that. Any idea on what you plan to wish for, you know, aside from getting that fucking thing off your wrist?”

"If I word it right I can cover the cuff and the betrothal in one so that gives me two wishes to play with.
Any suggestions?" 

“
On two more wishes? Or wording?” he asked and pulled her to him.

She kissed up his chin hands exploring him.
"Wishes. Although the wordings important." she pulled away to look at him. "While we’re at it, Wishmaster’s just a stupid unfactual film right?”

“My cousin says it’s the most hilarious drivel Wes Craven has ever come up with. I say
there’s parts the king of horror got right, but we aren’t malevolent and we aren’t trying to enslave humanity.”

"Sounds fair." she took his glass setting it next to her empty one then pushed him back on the chair
straddling him.

Caleb smirked and looked down the length of her body, her curves hugged perfectly in her form fitting dress. “Ooh you’re a tiger aren’t you?”

"I've never had any complaints." she toyed with the buttons with his shirt. "I bite too but then so do you I'm sure."

“I should hope not.” He pulled her clo
se, his hands going into her hair and kissed her.

“I hope you are ready for this pet.” He said in a growl.

"Oh yes very."

“So quickly your tune changes.
No matter, this is what we bet on isn’t it?” he grinned and then kissed her again. His hands slipped from her hair to her waist and he cupped her bottom and stood.

"
Who said I changed my mind? I wanted you last night... and the time before that. Seeing you last night just added fuel to the fire.."

“Did it?” He grinned and nipped her bottom lip.

Caleb took her to the deck. The fresh ocean air was cool on their bodies, and carried the floral scents of the small garden island to the west of them. The stars above them were bright, unobscured by the lights of the now far off mainland. They were in open water, which was where they needed to be. Nothing could touch them there. No demons could reach them, especially with no lay lines in the vicinity.

His hands left her rump and she tightened her thighs around his waist. His fingers trailed upwards,
skimming the material of her dress and then the skin of her upper back.

“Demon, you’r
e in so much fucking trouble.” He said, and went to the large silk covered deck lounge. He knelt on the cushion. “Take the dress off. I want to see your shadow Scars.”

"Trouble?
Baby you’re the one that ended up passed the hell out last time we did this." She stood fluidly, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor.

Caleb went to his feet and unbuttoned his crimson shirt, and then tossed it over the arm of one of the closer chairs. He was imposing standing above her, a sexy smile plastered on his face. He watched her undress, his hands at the lip of his pants.

“Only because you’re sexy ass drugged me. Payback woman.”

He flicked a finger and unbuttoned the top button of his slacks, the action making the slightest fluctuations in the muscles in his chest and torso. He was cut, deliciously so, defined perfectly but not to the point of overdoing it.

"Maybe, but you still drank the stuff. Here," she fell to her knees in front of him, her fingertips dancing over his front down to the zipper. "Let me take care of that." She deftly slid his pants off, taking his hardened shaft into her hands.

Caleb bit back a groan. “Woman you have
been wanting to do that since last night. So get your fill, cuz in about ten minutes I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to be screaming.”

"I'll hold you to that." She lapped at him gently tasting his tip, down his shaft then his sac experimentally drawing it into her mout
h with a moan. She drew away from it, licking back up to take him wholly into her mouth, swallowing him down completely, her lips tight around his base as her hands cupped his sac.

Caleb growled and gripped her hair and then gently pulled her up off his shaft. “Oh no… that’s not how this is going to work…” he said through clenched teeth and flipped her over onto her knees.
She was beautiful, looked back at him with a cant to her head. Her Shadow Scars were writhing, but slowly. The damn cuff was impeding his good time. He needed to get her bound, and quickly, so he could explore all that was her Shadows.

"And just how is this going to work?" Her tongue ran over
 her glistening lips as a fine tremor of anticipation ran through her.

Caleb smirked and gripped her hips and ran his cock along her
nether lips. “Oh it’s going to work just fine…” he said and positioned himself and slammed into her, fitting like a key into a lock. He grunted and didn’t give her a second to adjust. Her body was warm, welcoming and tight as hell. He hissed and worked her hard, closing his eyes feeling the powers that made his race what they were come to the forefront.

She fisted the deck
, her nails scoring into the wood of the floor. Pushing back on him she moaned, the dark Shadows of her tattoo slowly making their way to reach out for him just as his power built between them growing in intensity.

Caleb leaned down and offered
her a pillow. “Baby you might wanna bite down on this,” he commented and then bit her shoulder. “Naughty little Demon. You shouldn’t have kept me from this tight little pussy so long… You’re gripping me like you have been starving for my cock…”