Kept: An Erotic Anthology (30 page)

I could have managed to apply the lotion myself, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

“Am I your doll today, or are we going somewhere?” I grumbled as she rubbed the moisturizer into the tops of my thighs and my posterior. She seemed to think keeping me hot and bothered was amusing, but my pussy throbbed and ached even though I was still sore from the night before.

“I will care for you every evening, before we go about our night.”

“Are you going to leave me alone and go hunting in my world, or are you just going to keep draining me?” The exhaustion had finally left, but sex with her had been like taking a powerful sleeping pill. I was still a bit groggy.

“You gave me that energy freely, and I was not disciplined enough to refuse it. We will both learn to be more cautious.”

“I actually gave it to you? It felt that way, maybe, but I thought it was my imagination.”

Moth’s hands stopped rubbing goop into my skin and her touch turned light and teasing. She traced a finger between my labia and found my clit. I stood there in shock, breathing hard, but prayed she wouldn’t stop.

“Every bit of you belongs to me, including your energy. I will always try to be more responsible with you than I was last evening. My apologies for my… weakness.” Her words were gibberish in my head until I sorted them out, the fingers between my legs intent on scrambling my brain.

When I was about to come, she stopped. I made a weird, desperate sound of protest, but she wasn’t moved.

“Open.” She tapped my bottom lip and I obeyed without thinking, only to have her stick the fingers that had been between my legs into my mouth. I gagged, and when I tried to get away, she tangled a hand in my hair. “Clean my fingers, messy girl.” The grip in my hair got painful, making me whimper. “Do it now.”

I closed my eyes like that would somehow help, then I did as she’d ordered. Her hum of satisfaction convinced me to do a thorough job. It wasn’t as bad as I’d expected, but the satisfaction I got from pleasing her was mildly disturbing.

“You will learn to pleasure me with your mouth sometime soon, so we will train you out of your squeamishness. Not now, though. Kneel there.”

She pointed at the floor and for a moment I hesitated. Why was I obeying this crazy succubus? What was she going to make me do next? And worse, what if I liked it?

Moth raised a brow at me and my internal bravado shrank to a size that wasn’t very useful. Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees, studying the floor like the smooth stone was really fucking interesting.

“An incubus and his slave are coming to call on us this evening. Before they arrive, we will discuss protocol. If you break protocol while Fox is here, you will be punished without the benefit of privacy. Understood?”

“Yes, Moth.”

“He will not touch you unless I allow it, and I am not of a mind to share you. At least not at this time. You will not use your wiles to attract his notice or you will be punished.”

I snorted before I could catch myself, but said nothing.

“What amuses you, slave?” She looked irritated.

“It’s just that I don’t have any wiles to use, even if men suddenly didn’t scare the pants off me. If I was good with men I wouldn’t have been a virgin when you took me.”

She inclined her head, as though she conceded my point. “You attract my attention easily enough. Just ensure you don’t do the same with Fox. He may have six slaves, but your lure is difficult to ignore.”

“If you say so, Moth.” She must be odd, even for a succubus. Whatever lure I had was all in her head.

She walked from the room but didn’t beckon to me, so I stayed put. The fact that I obeyed her when she’d left the room freaked me out, but I was so horny again I was desperate to please her. If I was a good girl maybe she would touch me again. The thought made me squirm.

When she came back she had a plate of fruit, cheese and thickly buttered bread. Rather than letting me eat by myself though, she tore off bite-sized chunks and fed them to me, and I amused myself by sucking suggestively on her fingers when she’d only told me to lick the pear juice off them. By the time I was done she looked like she was as horny as I was.

Finally, she groaned and put the plate aside. “Stop your flirtation and heed my words. You kneel when they arrive and, after I greet them, you say ‘Good evening, Master Fox.’ Unless you are asked a direction question, you will say nothing further for the rest of the night.”

I rolled my eyes. This be seen and not heard thing sucked ass. I was going to be so bored. If this was all a sex slave did when we weren’t in bed, I’d go stir crazy in a week.

“When Fox and I sit, you may sit or kneel on the cushion at my feet.”

“Yes, Moth,” I sighed. I wasn’t even allowed up on the furniture? Seriously?

“And do not look into his eyes.”

“Why? Is it considered rude?”

“No. His eyes are dangerous, though. He often seduces his slaves with no more than a look.”

“Really, Moth?” I laughed. “Don’t be so melodramatic.”

“Succubi and incubi were designed to inspire lust in humankind. I am providing you with information you’d do well to heed, unclad as you are.”

She had a point.

Although I didn’t hear anything, Moth’s head came up. She inhaled deeply, then looked at me. “They will arrive momentarily.” She grabbed a cushion from one of the large chairs and threw it on the floor. “Kneel there and remember my words, if you want to avoid punishment.”

“Yes, Moth.” I walked quickly to the finely embroidered cushion and knelt, yanking at the hem of my gown in a last ditch attempt to make it more modest.

A moment later, a huge winged man was putting a naked and collared girl down in our living room.

“Fox, welcome. Ellie, it is good to see you.” Moth gestured them to the free chair and Fox put the small pillow on the floor and pointed at it. Ellie went, kneeling with the grace of practice. Did he keep his women naked all the time? She didn’t look like she felt self-conscious. I tried not to look at the pair, but it was hard to look away. The incubus was huge, dwarfing Moth by head and shoulders. He had the kind of body that graced romance novel covers and a face that put his gorgeous body to shame. His loincloth did little to disguise the meat he’d apparently smuggled here from the deli. But it was his eyes. As solid blue as Moth’s were black, inhumanly slanted, confident and amused.

Why hadn’t I listened and avoided eye contact? If I’d been wearing panties, they would have fallen down around my ankles, just on principle.

“My slave is Shiloh,” Moth was saying. I hoped I hadn’t missed anything important.

“Well met, Shiloh. What did Moth do to deserve such a lovely toy?” The Adonis was smiling lazily at me.

What was I supposed to say? We hadn’t covered anything past greeting them and shutting up.

“Good evening, Master F-Fox.” I stumbled over his name as I tried to pull my gaze from his.

Why had Moth wound me up before these two made their appearance? I could feel my body responding to the dominant male in the room, but stupid genetics, I didn’t want to want him. And he’d insulted Moth under her own roof. How rude!

“Moth deserves me because she’s Moth, Master Fox.” I glared at him, daring him to dis her again. I’d scratch his fucking eyes out.

“She may be a little hellion, Moth, but at least she’s loyal.” He winked at me and I wished I could show him what I thought of him without shaming Moth with my behavior. She’d told me to shut up after introductions, so I bit my tongue.

For her part, Moth only looked amused. When she looked at me her gaze held an approval that made me warm inside.
Woohoo! I didn’t fuck it up!

She sat in the chair beside me and discussed politics with Fox. For her part, Ellie knelt quietly, the picture of patience and dutiful obedience. For awhile I did my best to copy her attentiveness, but I couldn’t keep up.

Eventually I started daydreaming about what Moth might do to me when they left. She stroked my hair for awhile, then her fingers started teasing out the few knots in it. The small pain she inflicted was personal and erotic, and coupled with the dirty fantasies I’d been having, soon I was trying not to squirm.

“You’re right, Moth. The taste of her mind’s arousal is quite unique. When I fed before coming, I was sure you’d made that request as a matter of delusional jealousy, but I am pleased I can keep my wits about me and not spend the entire visit imagining her beneath me.”

I gasped in outrage, but when I looked to Moth, she only smirked and patted my head.

***

The anger emanating from the set of Shiloh’s shoulders and the angle of her head spoke loudly. She did not like my dear friend, which suited my purposes well. In truth, she simply did not know him yet, and so she took his jesting far too seriously. That she’d been offended on my behalf showed that she cared more for me than she’d given me reason to believe, or that she had bonded and couldn’t escape it any more than I could.

“Come up, Shiloh.”

Uncertainly, she climbed into my lap, casting furtive looks at Fox. Initially, I hadn’t wanted him to look upon her, but now his interest in her felt like a compliment. Now I was most eager to demonstrate how she responded to my touch.

When I looked to Fox, he had pulled Ellie to his lap, as well, but was watching us with interest.

I kissed her gently, focusing on ensuring she did not feed me energy when I wasn’t paying enough attention to limit it. My hand darted into the access slits in her silky garment, stroking her skin and catching her nipples between my fingers. Before long she writhed in my lap, but maintained her silence. Shy about voicing her pleasure? We would see how long that would last.

“They are watching you, Shiloh.” I said low, in her ear. “They can see how you wriggle for me, how much you need easing. Fox is touching his slave but they both wish they could touch you, as well.”

“No,” Shiloh whimpered. “Please stop. I don’t want them to touch me.”

“I will not allow it tonight, but if I feel like sharing you at some point, I may allow them to.” I stopped touching her and merely held her in my lap. She squirmed and made a sound of frustration. “I did as you requested. Why are you displeased?”

She wound her arms about my neck and gave me a pleading look. “Please take me to my room and make me come, Moth. I can’t stand it anymore. I need to get off. Please!”

“Deserting our guests would be rude. If you require easing it can be done here. Slaves have no need for privacy. We will do it here, or await their own desired departure time.”

“Does he stay long?”

“For days, at times.”

Her keening cry led me to believe that a hand of minutes would be too lengthy a time for her to wait.

“Part your thighs and I will ease you now.” Before she could object, I insinuated my hand between legs that were clenched together, finding the center of her pleasure hard and waiting for my touch. I pinched it between my fingers and she groaned, her legs relaxing and parting enough to grant me easier access.

“She cannot help but respond to you,” Fox murmured, enthralled. “She can refuse you nothing. That one was born slave, you only had to claim her and show her how it felt to be owned.”

I was certain Shiloh would have objected to such an assertion, had she not been breathing too loudly to hear. If she’d been born with slave-like qualities, they had waited for me, not for any incubus who attempted to claim her.

From his lap, Ellie was watching what occurred between Shiloh and me. Her lips were parted, eyes glazed, and Fox’s hands gave her no rest.

Thrice I brought her to the brink of release, only to make her wait. Her mewls and whimpers were captivating, her mind begging for mercy. So wet. I toyed in her moisture, then coaxed a finger up into her tightness. She froze in place, panting, the overwhelming sensation broadcasting loudly from her agitated mind. Fox groaned.

“The poor thing is so tight. It’ll take work to loosen her enough for a cock.”

“What need has she for cock? She has me.” Shiloh was teetering at the brink and this time I let her go over. Her body clutched at my finger and I rubbed my thumb over her bud. In my arms she screamed and struggled, the experience of her orgasm overwhelming me, the energy feeding me. Careful, careful not to take too much.

Fox grunted, and when I spared him a glance, he had moved aside his breech and speared his member into Ellie. The slave could only accept what he gave, his fingers like iron digging into her hips. The sexual energy from their coupling reached me and I moved beneath Shiloh, frustrated and overwhelmed. Ellie’s moan of pleasure caught Shiloh’s attention, and I drew another orgasm from her as she watched my friend use his helpless slave girl.

I felt his gaze on me. His eyes were locked on my face as he used Ellie. I thought, at first, that he only wanted to show me how controlled he was, how efficient compared to me. Then I realized that perhaps he thought of doing me as he did Ellie.

Heat flooded my face and I pulled my gaze from his, confused. Never more glad that Shiloh was seeking my affection and attention. I held her close and murmured words of approval in her ear. She had done much to please me, considering her lack of experience only days ago.

I kissed her and kissed her, the intimacy warming parts of my innermost self that I hadn’t realized were cold.

Fox’s eyes still lingered on us as Ellie screamed in release, and did not waiver when he, too, found his own.

***

When they’d finally left and I’d been sufficiently cuddled, we had a nap. Waking up next to someone was lovely, except for my arm being numb, but it was a small price to pay.

“I could get used to this.”

“I, as well. Although, if you would prefer, we could arrange things as Fox does with some of his women. If it would please you, I would consider it.”

“What’s that?”

“Some few of his women return to the human realm to visit their human families. They stay awhile then return. It is very long for Fox to wait for them, because of how time passes here, but he tolerates the separation so that they are more content with their lot. I would prefer to keep you chained in my bed, but with your intelligence boredom would eventually cause the sadness that some slaves are unable to stave off.”