Temptation at Twilight: Lords of Pleasure (22 page)

Harley whimpered. Master and slave. So wicked, the thrall of his mind control more addictive than cocaine. More and more blows on her ass. She moaned, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.

Soren leaned toward the bedside table and picked up one of the bottles of oil. He spread Harley’s butt and poured a generous amount on her hole. She flinched when the vampire inserted a finger and began to prepare her channel. After a few strokes, she was writhing in anticipation.

“You like that, baby? Let’s see how you enjoy
this
.”

Her master retrieved something else and parted her cheeks again. Something large, round, and slick probed her anus. Slowly, Soren began to work it in. The device was almost too large, and fiery pain mingled with intense pleasure as it stretched her to the limit. Filled her deeper, deeper.

Her ragged moan was muffled by the gag. “Ohhh.”

A dildo, she realized. A really huge one. She was glad she hadn’t been able to see it.

“That’s it,” Soren whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You’re anticipating what I’ll do to your body next, aren’t you? Craving more punishment? There. The rubber cock is buried all the way inside your pretty ass. But you don’t get relief yet. Not even close. It’s going to stay inside you, torturing you. Roll onto your back.”

Panting, Harley did as she was told. Soren moved off to the side and patted the pillows at the headboard.

“Here, lie down. I’m going to put a couple of pillows underneath your hips to lift you up. I want to see that dildo in your ass, knowing it’s driving you insane with pleasure while I continue.”

Harley scooted into position, not even daring to guess what he’d do now. Soren put the pillows underneath her, then tightened the chain on her collar to the limit. Next, he did the same with her cuffed wrists, pulling her arms over her head. Then Soren spread her legs wide, binding each ankle to a bedpost.

Harley blinked, panic warring with the liquid heat stealing through her. She was completely at the vampire’s mercy now. No turning back. Soren’s cock was hard, and he no doubt anticipated what he’d do to her soon.

“Fuck, yes. You’re so beautiful, Harley.” Soren moved off the bed and disappeared into the shadows for a few seconds. He returned, holding something long, slender, and black in one hand. He showed it to Harley, eyes glittering. “This is one of my favorites.”

A riding quirt!
Harley’s heart pounded. She shook her head, nearly frantic, but not just with fear. Her pussy was wet, throbbing.

“I’m your master. With every blow, you will call me that in your mind.
Master
. You will engrave the word in your soul, and later, when I fuck you senseless, you will scream it as I fill your sweet hole with my cum.”

Soren sat on his knees beside her. Harley strained against the bindings as the vampire ran the quirt between her legs, back and forth, letting her feel the length of it. Lightly, Soren—no, her master—began to flick the insides of her thighs with the very tip of the quirt. Then lightly against her little clit. Not hurting her, but reminding her that he could if he wanted.

Wonderful little electric sensations zinged through her cunt. She wiggled, groaning at the dual stimulation tormenting her ass and, oh, her pussy.

“Yes, give yourself over to your master. Totally,” her lover hissed.

Master,
her mind echoed.

The light flicks became more pronounced, took on a more stinging bite. Nipping at her slit.

Ohh yess. Master
. Her entire body went molten. She arched her back, hips bucking, crying into the gag.

Suddenly the flogging stopped. She wept in frustration as her master laid the quirt aside. Her lover moved in, bending his face close to her own, smoothing back her hair.

“Mmm, you’re quite the little masochist, aren’t you? Need to orgasm so badly you hurt, don’t you? Not yet, beautiful. I want to savor you like this for a while. My slave spread before me, powerless against me, and begging for more pain, more pleasure. I own you now. Understand?”

Harley nodded, tears rolling into her hair.

“Excellent. Remember, do not come before I give you permission. I’ll know if you do, because I’ll scent your release, and the punishment will be severe.”

Soren disappeared again. Harley’s chest heaved as she fought back release. What was Soren doing? Her grinning master returned, holding two small silver clamps in his fingers. Opening the jaws of the tiny devices, he revealed serrated teeth that would inflict more pain. Harley’s eyes rounded, and she struggled to no avail.

“Hold still while Val puts these on you.” Rubbing the clamps over his slave’s nipples, teasing them to hardened peaks, he smiled, then handed them to his friend.

Val held them up. “Such small, seemingly innocuous devices, aren’t they? That’s what makes them so perfect for reminding you how helpless you are to my wishes.”

Guessing Val’s intention wasn’t difficult. Desperately, Harley shook her head, sweat beading on her forehead. The prince only laughed, and sprang the jaws of one clamp onto her left nipple. She cried out hoarsely, straining, as metal bit into tender flesh. The process was repeated on the other one, leaving her electrified with agony. Desire.

“Stop fighting,” her master crooned. “Breathe deeply. Drink the pain. Allow it to become part of you.”

She gulped deep breaths, her entire body quivering, hyperaware of her vulnerability. The darkest corner of her soul begged her to submit to this devil. That newly awakened, perverse part of her opened like a flower in the rain. Daring her dangerous captors to do more, much more.

“Ooh, got some spunk left, huh?” Soren’s eyes glittered in approval. “Good. I’d hate to break you too easily. I think we’ll let you stew for a while. Miss us.”

Harley blinked as Soren slid off the bed and grabbed his silk robe.
What?
Those sons of bitches planned to just leave her here, trussed like a game hen, every cell in her body aching for release?

Footsteps receded. A door closed in the inky blackness at the top of the stairwell.

Bastards!
Closing her eyes, Harley groaned in misery.

And waited. It seemed an eternity before their footsteps returned.

“Did you miss us?” Soren smiled. Joining her, he cupped his captive’s cheek.

Harley closed her eyes briefly, afraid of the ways her master would abuse her body. Even more frightened of her own awakening. But when she opened them again, her eyes conveyed the message
Fuck you! Make me bow to your will, damn you!

Her master caught the challenge. And accepted.

Joining her, Val took one of the silver clamps between two fingers and slowly twisted the imprisoned nipple. Shock waves of pain shot to her brain, and Harley cried out, thrashing.

“Aahhhh!”

Smiling, the prince repeated the process on the other nipple. Then he bent and sucked each pouty nub, twirling the clamp with tongue and teeth, ignoring his captive’s screams.

Val raised his head, and Harley knew only a moment of respite. Soren used the fingers of one hand to slide past her pussy lips and into her channel while the other grasped the end of the dildo. He began to work the toy, pulling it out slowly, pushing it in. Deep. In and out. Faster, harder, until it plunged ruthlessly into her hole, slamming her ass. Harley arched her back, moaning, reveling in the burn. The fingers fucking her pussy.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. Take it all, but don’t come.”

Lost in hell, Harley strained to obey. She was hardly aware of the fake cock and ankle restraints being removed. Her legs were spread and Soren moved between them, hooking his strong arms under the backs of her knees. He lifted Harley’s hips off the bed and draped her legs over his shoulders. The tip of Soren’s huge cock probed her slick entrance, but he held back.

“Look at me,” her master ordered, eyes smoldering. “I’m going to fuck my beautiful slave until you break. Until you sob, begging your master for release.”

Harley stared as Soren reached out, tugged the gag from between her teeth, and pulled it down to leave the material looped around her neck. She sucked in a sharp breath as her master pushed his cock inside, filling her completely. Their gazes met, held. Harley actually
felt
the mystical bond form between them, connecting their souls.

How, when the darkness held Soren just as captive as his restraints held Harley? Was their connection strong enough to vanquish the evil?

“Ohhh,” she gasped, lifting her hips even more.

“That’s right, baby. Open your body to your master. Beg me.”

“Fuck me, please,” she groaned.

Soren’s eyes darkened as he began to pump. “Who’s fucking you?”

“Master,”
she whispered helplessly. “Fuck me, master. Please.”

“Good girl. Sweet . . . so sweet.” His hips pumped harder, and he threw back his dark head. “Ah yesss.”

Harley surrendered. Body and soul. She belonged to this man, would do anything he commanded. In a daze, she watched Soren fuck her, his tanned, muscular chest gleaming with sweat, strong arms supporting her thighs. Every stoke pushed her higher, driving her closer to the edge.

“Please let me come,” Harley begged.

He grinned darkly. “No.”

Harley groaned, helpless, her misery so great she almost missed the subtle flick of Soren’s hand, signaling his friend into a different position.

Valafar spread his legs near her head, his movements lithe, graceful, his black wings tucked against his back. His eyes smoldered with lust, his long, thick cock iron hard.

Soren pulled out, and Harley whimpered at the loss, making her master laugh. Soren loosened the chains attached to her collar and the handcuffs, just enough to give a bit of play.

“On your hands and knees facing Valafar, baby,” her master ordered. “Spread your legs.”

Harley quickly complied, and Soren positioned himself behind her. Her master parted her cheeks, slid his cock into Harley’s ass until he was buried deeply once more. Curious as to what Valafar thought of her submission, she looked up at the demon, only to find affection shining on his face. Acceptance. Her own arousal throbbed anew, desperate for relief.

“Rub your face all over Val’s cock and balls,” her master whispered, voice hoarse with passion. “When the three of us are together, you will submit to him as my second. You will honor and serve him, same as you do for me.”

Thrilled, she did as commanded, the action eliciting a moan from both of her lovers. Gods, she’d never dreamed of anything so wicked, so darkly beautiful, as being ravaged by two powerful males in quite this way. Burying her face in the demon’s groin, she rubbed the delicate testicles, the smooth cock, against her lips, inhaling the musky scent of the male’s arousal. She arched her back, spreading her knees farther, giving her master full access, showing her total submission. Soren gripped her hips and began to pump her ass slowly, torturing her past endurance.

“Lick Val’s balls. Suck them.”

Her eager tongue laved the taut sac, teased the twin orbs underneath the flesh. Then she took them in her mouth, sucking, loving Val’s strangled groan.

“Now take his cock down your lovely throat.”

Valafar tangled his strong fingers in Harley’s hair, stabbing his cock into her mouth. Harley took all of him deep down her throat, until the demon’s balls slapped her chin to the rhythm of Soren’s thrusts.

Oh, gods!
Both males filled her, fucking her hard and fast. Her arms trembled under the weight of their assault, her aching pussy scorching hot. Soren must’ve read her mind.

“You will not have release,” he panted, pumping his hips. “We’re going to drown you in cum, beautiful, so that you know who owns you.”

Yes, yes.
Harley’s master slammed his cock into her ass while Val pounded his shaft down her throat. Harley took all the punishment they dished out, rejoiced in the pain, the ecstasy. But she hurt so gods-damned bad with the need to explode, she couldn’t stand it. Tears welled in her eyes.

Her master shot off with a loud cry, sending his load deep into her ass.
Saints, yes, master,
her brain echoed, though she couldn’t yell her joy. Valafar followed, spewing hot cum again and again, fingers wrapped in Harley’s hair, grinding into her face. Harley swallowed every drop, licked him clean. When both of her lovers pulled away, the tears escaped to roll down her face.

“Please,” she choked. “I need.”

“I can see that.” She heard the smile in Soren’s voice. And something else: affection. It gave her hope. “A good slave bows to her master’s every desire. You’ve done an excellent job. Come for me.”

Harley came so violently, she felt as though the force would turn her inside out. She jerked hard, pulsing on and on. Spilling hot warmth until her body jerked in spasms of aftershock.

She closed her eyes, hardly aware of Soren pulling her from Valafar. Enfolding her in his strong arms, laying them both against the pillows, and cradling her against his chest. Harley burst into tears and cried hard, shaking, unable to explain why.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Soren whispered, pressing tender kisses into his hair. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you now, always.”

“Me, too, as your friend,” Valafar said. He scooted in close to Harley’s other side, stroking her hair, kissing her cheek.

Harley cried until she was exhausted and the sobs tapered to hiccups. Both males continued to hold and comfort her, softly reassuring her of their love.

“Please remember me,” she begged Soren, clinging to him. Sniffling. He’d called her baby, spoken to her with tenderness. He was coming back to her. He had to be.

“I do,” he whispered. “After what you just gave to me, how could I not?”

“Thank the gods!”

Safe, warm, and happy for the moment, she drifted away to the deep, resonant tones of their voices.