The Billionaire's Demon (3 page)

Easier said than done. With his hot hard hands on her ass and his breath in her ear, her reasoning for payback was growing fuzzy by the second. The promise of carnal sensuality that oozed from every pore of this man interested her more than it should as she considered his offer.

Oh hell
! She was such a slut.

Not that there was anything wrong with having a good time before she turned on him.
What's a little orgasm between enemies?

“Stand up, Melody.” Apparently he'd taken her silence to mean she wanted him to take charge.
Well why not? It sounded like fun
. Let him think he's the one in control right up until she decided to capture his soul. She scrambled from his lap, adjusting her skirt as she did. “Did I say to pull down your skirt?” She started at his question.

“Uh, no. I just—”

“Lesson number one, Melody. You only do as I tell you. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head.

“Tell me, Melody.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“'Yes, Sir' is the appropriate answer.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.” A slight smile crossed his dark features enhanced his good looks without easing his sexy new dangerous aura at all. Strong music sounded throughout the club as a new song started up. Melody recognized her favorite band right off, shimmied her hips a bit, and quietly sang a few bars.

“You know this song, Melody?”

She looked into his questioning eyes while she sang a few more bars.

“Of course you do.
Problem Child
. Are you a problem child, Melody?” Before she could respond, he gripped her hand and led her across the room. Forgetting the song, she followed him closely, curious to see what he had in mind for her. She'd felt the outline of his hard cock pressing against her, and the thought of him finally sinking into her gave her a jolt. Drake was not a small man.

He stopped in front of a quiet and semiprivate alcove. A wooden sawhorse covered in black padded leather stood in the middle of the space, leather cuffs dangling from each of the legs. Along the wall behind the stool was an array of sensual tools such as paddles, floggers, ropes, and whips. She must have been standing there with her eyes wide and mouth open because Drake looked at her with a soft reassuring look.

“Don't worry, hon. I'm not going to hurt you.” His fingers caressed her back in a slow, steady pattern. “Until you want me to.”

The implications of his statement seeped into her as she considered his sensual threat. Her heart rate accelerated in response to her fear as well as the lust knifing through her.

Drake spun her to face him. “Do you really want me to show you what this is all about?” His face hovered close, his lips only inches away from hers. “To make you burn from my voice alone?”

Emotion she thought long forgotten welled inside her chest as she fought to maintain her composure. Once upon a time, she had wanted Drake more than anything else in life. Now she was a stranger, and from the look of his erection straining at his pants, he wanted her almost as much as she yearned for him. Without the mushy gushy girl part of course.

A frown pulled at her face.
Make up your damned mind, Melody, he’s waiting
. With a deep cleansing breath, she shoved the past behind her and smiled up at him. She could give him free reign for a little while. She'd always wanted to experience this, to let go and be mastered. And at least her first time would be with Drake, not a stranger.

“Do you want to say no?”

Melanie certainly would have said no and run screaming from the club, but she wasn't here anymore.

“Or do you want to say yes?” His breath whispered across her cheek. “Are you going to let me teach you the pleasure in pain?” His hands gripped at her shoulders and pulled her closer, the tips of his fingers sinking into her flesh just enough to get her full attention. “Tell me.”

“Yes, I want all of it.” And she did.

His mouth covered hers in a sizzling kiss. Hungry. Aching. Needy. Melody opened to him, accepting the greedy thrust of his tongue, which delivered the uniqueness of Drake she remembered all too well. Spice and musk exploded within her on a blast of heat her body craved. Her head swam and her legs weakened. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the hungry sound.

He edged her back closer to the bench as his hand slipped underneath her skirt once again, rough hands kneading her buttocks. Heat spiked and she half expected her blood to begin boiling at any moment.

He continued to eat at her mouth with short nips of his teeth and long swipes of his tongue against hers. She pressed into him, wishing she could rub her bare nipples against him, not her corset. Desperate for more contact, she grabbed at his shoulders.

Drake eased his lips from her mouth, pinned her with a warning look, and pulled her arms down to her side.

“When you tell me to stop, I'll stop. But don't say it unless you really mean it. Otherwise you wait for instruction.” Drake pushed against the small of her back, leaning her over the cool leather padding.

A shudder ran through her. The tone of his command, the pressure of his hand. He wanted to give her a taste of this dark and kinky lifestyle right here in the midst of a crowded club where anyone could walk up to watch and not a single objection raised in her mind. The eroticism of that stunned her.

“Lift up your skirt for me, Melody.” Drake's tone changed, becoming rougher and authoritative.

Her stomach clenched in excitement as she anticipated living out one of her long held fantasies.
Yeah, Drake's punishment could wait a while longer
. Melody reached behind her back and grabbed the edge of her skirt, wiggling it above her hips, baring her ass to him. The cool air of the room rushed over her heated skin, setting off pulsing sensations in her pussy. Her muscles tightened in impatience as she waited for his next move.

“Relax, Melody.”

His words didn't prepare her for the sensation of cool leather rubbing her ass. She swung her head around to see that Drake had a riding crop in his hand, feathering it over her skin.

“Unless you want me to blindfold and strap you down, you will stay face down until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

She understood all right. Understood that the leather stroking her bottom was driving her mad, and the command in his voice turned the ache between her legs into a throb. More. She wanted more.

Drake's hands gripped the silky strip of her thong and peeled it slowly down below her buttocks. The touch of his hands disappeared and was quickly replaced by the leather tip of the crop sliding through the crease of her ass and skimming the outside of her sex.

“Oh yesss.” Her moans filled the space around them as her desire grew. Her clit pulsed as blood coursed through her veins and a rush of hot liquid flooded her pussy, creating a near violent ache for Drake to get on with it.

He taunted and teased her to the point of mindless need. “Please, Drake. More. Please.”

“I am Sir,” he reminded her.

“Please, Sir. I need more.” She would call him anything if he would just do more. The pulsing ache climbed high, making it difficult to breathe. When the touch of leather left her backside, she whimpered in protest. He somehow knew just how to touch her to bring her to the edge and when to stop, drawing out the buildup. Her muscles clenched as she waited for his next move. She expected the sharp slap of leather to land; instead the heated touch of Drake's hand rubbed her cheeks. She groaned. He was planning to drive her mad. She wiggled her bottom against his hand and he removed it.

“Please, Sir.” She begged, too far gone to think about pride or control. All she could focus on was the delicious desire coursing through her, the dying need for him to push her, test her limits. Master her.

Whaap.

The sensation of Drake's hand slapping her right butt cheek burned into her body. Her pussy tingled.

Whaap. Whaap.

Two successive blows to the same spot and she cried out. Each time he spanked her, he increased the force. He continued on and on, one smack right after the other. The increasing pain mingled with the pleasure building in her clit. Every so often, he stopped and rubbed her flaming cheeks. Soothing, comforting her. As the blows continued, she humped the horse, trying to rub herself to relief. Her pussy dripped at the prospect. He drove her to the edge but never enough to let her go over. Her body tensed with pleasure and pain.
Please God. Please let me come
. Oh what the hell was she thinking?
I'm a demon. God doesn't answer to demons.

On the verge of jumping the cliff to bliss, Drake stopped. Her ass still burned, but he'd withdrawn the force needed to push her to climax. Little pleas and whimpers escaped her lips as she begged Drake to finish her.

“You want to come for me, sweetheart?” His hoarse words rumbled from him, giving her the only indication how much the scene affected him too.

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir,” she gasped.

“Please what? You have to say it, Melody.”

“Please, Sir. Please make me come, fuck me, anything…”

An ice-cold wand slid into her pussy. Shocked, she nearly shot off the bench as a scream tore from her throat. The sharp contrast of freezing cold to her heat hurt like hell. Well, maybe not hell; nothing hurts like hell.

“That's a good girl. Show me how much you need it.” Drake pumped the cold rod in and out of her sex, one hand rubbing her sore butt as she rode it and the pain. Ice slowly gave way to heat, but it charged up her tissues to a new level of sensitivity like never before.

On the next stroke, her muscles clenched around the toy, setting off the explosion she could no longer hold back as her climax engulfed her, a sensation far beyond her previous expectations. Her scream ripped through the club, letting everyone there know that she had given in and none other than Drake had mastered her this night.

Drake watched in awe as her muscles contracted under his hand and around the no longer cold glass dildo he'd used on her. She was more a sub than he’d thought. Her responses and resulting climax proved that. When she'd started screaming, the blood had rushed through his dick, and he'd expected to come in his pants. Even the wave of dizziness he'd experienced hadn't completely subsided. Now with his muscles flexed tight and everything aching, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her right here and right now. It wouldn't be the first time he'd publicly taken a sub. But no, he was more skilled as a master than that, and besides, he sensed this one was more important than a one-time fuck in a public club. He might want to keep this one a while. Everything about her reached out and grabbed him by the throat. Her skin, her smell and that sassy attitude. She had real potential.

When she recovered, he would have to make sure she was okay. She might be a little sore, but that's not what worried him. He wondered if her head was in the right place. Anyone new to the scene could crash pretty hard after their first BDSM experience.

He removed the dildo from her still quaking pussy and leaned over to smooth her gorgeous hair and plant soft kisses on her neck. He wanted to comfort her in the aftermath, make sure she understood what happened. 'Cause he needed more of her. This was just a tiny sample of what they could do together, and he couldn't wait to show her the rest.

“Melody, baby, are you all right?” He kept his voice low while he lifted her from her position across the sawhorse. When she tried to stand, her legs gave out, and Drake grabbed around her waist and hauled her up against him to steady her.

“Yes…yes, I'm fine.” She smoothed her skirt back down over her hips and wriggled out of his arms. Her breasts bounced and their hard tips poked at her shirt. He longed to strip her bare, in more ways than one, and explore every inch of her. Her gaze darted around the alcove and surrounding areas. No doubt looking to see if anyone had witnessed her delicious experience. He smiled when her cheeks turned red.

“You're a natural, babe.” She swung her head around to look up at him.

“It was fun. No big deal.”

His mouth twitched with amusement as she tried to play off what just happened between them.

“You know what they say, Melody, don't you?” He leaned in to her placing his lips next to her ear. “Once you've had a taste of the lifestyle, you can never go back,” he whispered, watching a shiver travel down her body.

“That's just silly.”

He ignored her glib response. “You'll crave it, sweetheart. You can fight it for a while, but not forever.” To his chagrin, the huskiness in his voice lingered.

“Drake, honey, I came to play and that's what we did. We had a great time. Plain and simple.”

He pulled back, giving her some space. Her tone worried him.

“I'm so thirsty now. How about you? I think I'm going to wander back over to the bar and get myself a fruity little cocktail or maybe more of your diamond vodka you tried to impress me with.” She checked her clothing one more time, making sure everything was in its proper place.

Drake held himself back. Her little mouth made him want to grab her and ensure she obeyed.
Damn
. He needed to pull himself together. He could spare her a few minutes to pull her thoughts together, it would do them both some good.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” As she retreated from their encounter, he noticed the way every man in the place turned to watch her. White-hot anger built inside him as he thought about staking his claim again right at the bar in front of all the assholes watching her.

Whoa. Get yourself under control, buddy. Give her time. She’ll be back.

“You can come out now, Randy.” From the corner of his eye, he saw the horned demon step from the camouflage of the lone potted plant in the alcove.

“Did you know I was here the whole time, boss?”

He sent the demon a hard glance.

“Of course you did. What was I thinking?”

As Randy moved into the light, his green skin faded, the horns receded, and his hair turned red. Black leather pants and a black dress shirt materialized around him. Here on earth, it took a lot of strength to hold their demon form, and most couldn't do it for long. But Randy, well, he was always trying. Fighting the laws of nature as long as he could. He held a weird fascination with dominating a human woman in his true form. But here in the Dungeon, he didn't push it. It wouldn't serve Drake's purpose to expose demons and their true selves to every Tom, Dick and Harry. And every demon who entered the Dungeon knew better than to cross Drake.

“Was that her, boss?”

“Yeah, that was her.” A weight settled on his shoulders as he was forced to think about something other than fucking her.

“Gonna be a shame to see her gone. She seems like the perfect sub for you. Took to her first spanking like a demon on fire.”

Drake reached out and grabbed the demon by the throat. “You'd better remember your place here, sludge. Next time I catch you watching me or mine without my permission is the day your black soul disintegrates.”

“Sorry, boss,” Randy managed to croak around the chokehold. “I was just saying.”

Drake released the little bastard and laughed. “Maybe you should learn to keep your thoughts to yourself.”

“You know boss, if I didn't know better, I might think you have it bad for her.”

Drake ignored the crazy demon with an obvious death wish. He couldn't afford to think like that. The last time he let his emotions rule his head he'd broken the heart of a beautiful soul. A woman who'd deserved a human mate.
Melanie.

Stop. No going back down that road.

He shook his head and cleared his thoughts. As for Melody, perfect sub or not, he had a job to do here and do it he would.

“There's still another way, boss. A way to keep her.”

He gritted his teeth, attempting to bank down the violence storming under the surface. “You know damn well I want nothing to do with that job. You think I want to become like that bastard? Use my demons that way?”

“It doesn't—”

“Enough. I don't want it mentioned again. You hear me?”

Melody's voice carried from across the room, reminding him of her unsupervised status. He turned to see her surrounded by a group of Doms and Dom wannabes. The mask of aggression he'd spanked out of her had slipped back into place as she taunted and teased the men and women around her. Some of the men she spoke to were pretty twisted. She had no idea that she was poking caged tigers who were likely to break free at any moment if she wasn’t careful.

A couple of the wannabes reached out, caressed her arms and legs, and she easily pushed them away. But one, Master Dan, was touching her, attempting to draw her in. Dan's hand slid up her leg from her slim ankle toward her shapely thigh. Her focus was split with so many trying to get her attention, and if Dan's fingers went one inch higher he was going to die tonight. Because Drake would kill him.

His heart pounded as the blood drained from his head to pool in his already straining cock. His need was on him, and with that single-minded focus he needed her under him right now. Where he'd bury himself in her slick heat, listening to her whimpers and moans as she pleaded for more.

Melody took a tiny step of retreat backing into the bar. The other Dom's hand dropped, and Drake decided to put a stop to this scenario now. He strode toward her as the crowds between them parted for him to get through, either out of respect or fear, he didn't care.

* * *

Normally this much attention from the male of the species would make Melody's night. But her encounter with Drake had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. Her plan to use him for pleasure and then quickly grab his soul had turned out to be a joke. Ten minutes into her new D/s adventure, she'd given up control and lost all conscious thought of her mission.

So not a good sign.

She couldn't afford to waste time on her own selfish needs if they didn't help her quota. She'd gotten lucky on the way to the club that first night when she came across a disgusting pig of a man whose thoughts revealed a plan to rape her when she turned down his lovely offer. No way in hell she would have sex with him, but his mind had been weak and she'd easily enthralled him. He thought he was having the best sex of his life when she reached in and stole his soul. Not even willing to hold onto it until she had time to deliver it to Harold, she zipped it up and willed it to Harold's office. Kind of like FedEx for the hell folk.

Now she was back in the club with only two days left, still needing four pitiful souls, and being stalked by the one man she didn't want to let go. But as Melanie, he'd dropped her, uninterested in an inexperienced virgin. She hadn't understood why he'd not fucked her until now. His tastes were much different than she had expected. He'd wanted a real woman to feed his dark needs, not some innocent twit. The pain of Drake's betrayal bloomed anew in her as the handsome Dom in a three piece suit sitting in front of her once again grazed her thigh with his rough fingers. It didn't make her tingle like Drake's touch, but it wasn't altogether unpleasant. Looks like her next mark had arrived.

“I have a private room here. Why don't we continue this there?” His hot breath tickled her neck as he'd whispered his request in her ear. As she was about to respond, the man was pulled roughly away from her and slammed atop a nearby table. The murderous intent on Drake's face showed all too clear as he wrapped his beefy hand around the other Dom's neck.

“Drake, what the hell are you doing?”

He pinned her with his rage-filled eyes. Melody didn't care how pissed he was. How dare he think he had any right to interfere in her business?

“You are mine, Melody. At least for the night. I staked my claim and every damn Dom in this club saw it. Isn't that right, Dan?” The big man pinned to the table flicked a small nod of his head. Drake's grip was choking him, and he was starting to turn purple.

“Unless you want your membership here revoked permanently, I suggest you get the hell out of my sight and not let me see you anywhere near what is mine.”

His
. Blood roared in her ears as her temper flared up hot and swift. She couldn't have heard him right.
Who the hell did he think he was?

“Drake, this is ridiculous. You don't own me. Hell, you don't even know me. Let him go.”

He released the other Dom, who eased himself from the table and made his way to the door without a word. Catching her off guard, Drake manacled Melody's wrist with his hand and walked toward the back of the club, dragging her along behind him.

“Drake. Stop. What are you doing?” In all her dealings with Drake, she'd never seen him so infuriated. He'd always been the perfect gentleman. Now he ignored her protests and hauled her to a door in the back corner of the room. He pulled her up against the door, cold metal pressing into her back, and crushed her with his body. His hard cock thrust against her like a hot poker seeking a fire, even with his pants on. Despite her thoughts of outrage and fear, her traitorous body, already flooded with desire, leaked arousal from her pussy in anticipation. Her labia, swollen and slick, ached for his touch. She tried to ignore her response and failed. She wanted him.

“Oh Christ, Melody, I can feel your heat. You need me, baby.” His lips slanted over hers, crushing her with his hot mouth. Devouring her. His hand fumbled with the key code lock, all the while continuing his exploration of her mouth. The door broke free and Melody tumbled backward into the room. He whipped a hard muscular arm around her waist, catching her before she fell to the floor.

“What is this, Drake?” Desperate for a distraction, she peered around the space, eyeing the dark mahogany desk, rows of filing cabinets, and a wall filled with security screens. She shrugged away from his hold, walked over to the monitors, and saw they were security for the club. Nearly every nook and cranny of the place was covered from this office. There were several sex acts going on, easily viewed on these screens. On one, a small brunette stood chained against the wall being whipped by a man clad in a tuxedo while she begged to be allowed to come. Another one showed a woman strapped on her back across a bench not unlike the one she'd been on, being flogged across her breasts by her Dom while a pretty blonde ate her pussy.

“Whose office is this?”

Drake walked up behind her and brushed his fingers around her waist. “It's mine. I own the club.” She turned with a start at his words.

“What? How did I not know this?” Before she could stop the words from tumbling out, she realized what she'd done.
Fuck
. His brows drew together in a curious expression. She held her breath. Waiting.

“Dammit, Melody, quit trying to distract me. I didn't bring you back here for idle chitchat, so stop. You purposely taunted me with your behavior back there and the time for talking is over.” His dark lust-filled gaze never left her face as he walked her backward, pushing open another door. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness inside. Twisting in his arms, arching her body, she broke free to get a better look around.

Holy shit.

She was in a den of dark pleasure. A huge bed made of wood so dark it reminded her of midnight, filled the center of the room. Not king-size, but even larger. Big enough for a group of people. The copper-colored silk sheets looked warm and sinful. The four corner posts of the bed all held custom leather restraints as well as hooks, and the headboard held similar cuffs at various intervals. The masculine space bore no art or anything frivolous on the walls, yet warmth still exuded from his sparse accessories. She could envision Drake here with many women at his mercy. Her muscles clenched as more fluid leaked onto her thighs at the possibilities in this room. How she had underestimated him.