Demon Spelled (16 page)

ERICA COULD SENSE
their agitation, and she suspected it had to do with their dinner guest so she gave into Troz’s kiss, giving herself permission to enjoy the wet glide of his tongue. With the majority of their conversation spoken in Baalian, she’d understood little. After she sensed the sudden escalation of Lyx and Troz’s tempers she worried blood would spill, especially when the talons emerged. When the guests left, she breathed a sigh of relief until Troz snatched her against his chest. Now she worried about losing herself to them once more and neglecting her focus to escaping.

As Troz pushed her to her feet, Lyx untied the strings to her top and it fell away, hitting the floor with a soft plop.

Troz snagged a bottle of liquor off the table. The liquid glowed like blue neon and sputtered fire when it sloshed inside the glass. “Lie flat on your back on the table. Arms over your head.”

She stared at Troz, considering her alternatives. Never failing, Lyx gleaned her thoughts and said in a strict tone, “Don’t even think about disobeying.”

“My demon’s near the surface.” Eyeing her, Troz tilted the liquor bottle to his lips. “You disobey, I won’t be accountable for my actions.”

Fear clogged her throat, but she inched onto the table as best as she could in the straightline dress. “This isn’t sanitary.”

“Things are about to get a lot less sanitary, angel.”

Goosebumps chilled her body as she reclined against the hard surface, lifting her arms over her head.

Lyx’s inverted face came into view. He kissed her forehead as he settled his oversized hands on her upper arms and added pressure. Her belly roiled with the thoughts of what Troz planned to do to her since Lyx felt compelled to anchor her into position.

“Rest easy, my sex-pet.” Lyx slid his lips down along her nose and kissed the tip, before giving her an upside down kiss on the mouth. “We only seek your total submission tonight.”

Troz roughly jerked her skirt off, leaving her naked, while they remained clothed. “Keep your eyes on the ceiling or Lyx. Never look at me.” He positioned one of her feet on the table, leaving the other dangling over the edge, while pushing her thighs wide. “Disobey and”—he smacked her exposed pussy lightly and she jolted, surprised the slight stinging aroused her more than frightened her—“I’ll spank you there until you’re hoarse from screaming for me to stop. Understood?”

She nodded.

He slapped her harder and she yelped. “Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t move. Not even your hips when you’re close to coming.” His finger skimmed her pussy lips. “Ask permission before you come.”

“I under—”

Liquor dribbled over her pussy.

“—
stand
!”

The icy-sting of the alcohol surprised her since it’d sparked with movement in the container. It felt like the liquid froze into place. The heat of Troz’s tongue cleaned it away. He repeated the process over and over and over again, until she whimpered and begged for them to let her come. Each request was denied.

“Beg harder.” Lyx continued with the upside down kisses, some wet and long, some nibbles against her lips.

“
Please
,” she whispered against his mouth, and Lyx shook his head, jaw firm. The slight creases at the corners of Lyx’s eyes, suggesting he enjoyed her struggle.

She tried to count the red whiskers on Lyx’s jaw, but Troz’s tongue circling her clit as he removed the liquor distracted her from her concentration.

“Troz!” A whimper added an additional plea. “Please let me come.” Belly clenching painfully, she panted, doing everything she could think of to stave off her release until they granted permission.

Her eyes went wide when he jabbed an alcohol-coated finger into her cunt, and his tongue tunneled into her to scrub it away. Lyx’s features went out of focus, and she screamed, “Please, Troz!”

“Look at me.” She lifted her head and met Troz’s black eyes. His mouth was wet from his oral pleasure. “How close are you?”

“Can’t hold off long.”

“Yeah?” He seemed fascinated by that. As she watched, the streamers from his fingers buried into her bent leg. He rubbed his chin along her knee. “Permission to come declined.”

She groaned. Holding his gaze, she lowered her head to rest on the table once more, pondering different ways to convince him to consent to her request.

His fingers found her clit and rubbed. Hard. Their gazes were locked tight. She didn’t dare look away. Pitiful whimpers of distress tore from her.

“Can’t…hold…off…”

Troz elevated his black eyebrows. His steamers were inside her, so he knew she was too close to the edge. Her hips bucked of their own accord. He removed his touch from her cunt and gave her a sharp, open-palmed smack directly over her clit.

It wasn’t as hard as when Lyx smacked her ass yesterday, but the mixture of pain and pleasure was all she needed to go over the edge, regardless of lack of permission. Erica climaxed, the bliss washing over her in slow waves of peace.

When she finally came to, she was being carried down the hall and into their bedroom.

Why wasn’t he punishing her? “Where are we going?”

“To dole out punishment.” The sudden burn of tears blurred her vision. He’d forced her climax, the unfairness of her predicament making her pleasure bittersweet. “I pushed you to come on purpose. Don’t worry,” Troz said as Lyx opened a door in their bedroom that led to another room she didn’t even know existed. Could this be the kinky room Lyx had offhandly mentioned? “You’ll enjoy this punishment.”

The lights flickered on and as she gaped around the room, her eyes widened at all the sexual implements. It was a BDSM Dom’s wet dream. Most of it she had no clue what it was or how it was used.

Yep, definitely the room Lyx told her about.

Troz carried her straight to a padded bench that reminded her of a wooden horse. A little bump in the padded area rose from the bench and he placed her crotch in that position. He pressed her face down over the apparatus. Afraid they’d spank her until she couldn’t tolerate the pain, had her shaking and tears falling.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, hating herself for apologizing when she’d been forced to disobey him.

Troz knelt down before her head and met her gaze. His hand clamped on the back of her neck. “I’m not displeased with you, Sanja. This is a form of punishment, but a reward too.”

Confused, she frowned at him. He remained on face-level with her and she felt Lyx’s hands touch her hips, and adjust her position slightly until the bump on the bench was snug with her clit.

“Lyx is going to tie you down.”

“Please no!” Panic snarled through her and she fought against Troz’s hold.

“Cease.” Lyx’s command halted her attempts at getting free. He positioned her on the bench once more and elevated the device until her legs dangled without her feet touching the floor. “We’ll get to that bad memory later, but for now, you’ll relax.”

Troz pulled up a sofa chair to sit in it facing her. He brushed her hair aside so he could see her face clearly. “No tying down. Not yet. You’re commanded to not move.”

A command was something she couldn’t gainsay no matter how hard she tried thanks to the slave band.

“Start low, Lyx.”

A soft click and the bump on the bench that rested against her clit vibrated. Her eyes widened and Troz smiled at her, running a fingertip along her eyebrow. He grasped her hand, lacing their fingers together and kissed her knuckles. As she watched, those streamers entered her flesh as Lyx inserted something into her channel. Coupled with the vibration against her clit, she whimpered. Whatever the device was, it began to rhythmically pump into her slowly.

Butt-ass naked, Lyx sat beside Troz, his long erection pulsing with his obvious desire. Lyx grasped her other hand and laced their fingers together. In his other hand, he held a remote control. Moisture leaked from her pussy, and the dildo fucking her grew noisy with her wetness.

After a few minutes of watching her masturbation, Troz leaned over and began to blow Lyx. At the sight, her arousal skyrocketed. Troz looked at her as he made a show of swirling his tongue around Lyx’s head. “You may come, Sanja.”

She blew instantly, crying out and squeezing their hands as her pleasure deluged her. After a long moment she came back to her senses. Troz was sucking Lyx to the back of his throat. The discomfort from the button against her clitoris increased, and Erica attempted to squirm away. But Troz had commanded her to remain motionless.

“Let me up,” she whimpered as the bump rubbed away at her too sensitive clitoris.

In response to her request, Lyx lifted the remote, the vibrations intensified and the dildo fucked her harder. When she came the next time, Lyx joined her, throwing his head back against the sofa and emptying into Troz’s mouth.

With a devilish grin, Lyx showed her the remote and amped up the pulsations against her clit. Unable to move, she screamed at the intensity. Breath escaped her and her entire body shook.

“She’s had too much. Turn it off.”

Erica breathed a breath of relief when the apparatus went off. Even the dildo ceased to fuck her. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

LYX RECLINED ON
the sofa, his eyes languid as he gazed at their concubine. Troz pushed off the sofa, and Lyx tossed the remote next to him on the floor. After watching her come three times and getting Lyx off, Troz wanted inside her.

Gently, Troz slid her off the apparatus and urged her to her belly on the sofa, resting her head on Lyx’s thigh. Troz clutched her hips and shifted her into position. Ass up with her damp folds exposed and still clenching from release, the butt plug’s gemstone caught the light. Hair in disarray around her face, the ginger locks obscured her features from his view.

He understood her reluctance to give in to them and forget her life, but she’d pleased him just now by totally letting go physically. She missed her former life, the control she’d once owned, but none of that could be regained. If he’d stolen her from her world, he might experience guilt, but he’d bought her, saved her from the very hell-like existence Baal could provide to one of her ilk. Together he and Lyx would provide her with a damn fine future, better than any other demon could give her or
would
give her.

He glanced at Lyx, who stroked his growing cock from base to tip. His thumb circled his crown, smearing purple precum. “She thinks it’s unfair her orgasms are stronger with you than when she gives them to herself.”

Troz chuckled. “Is that true, Sanja?”

“It
is
unfair.” She blew a long tress out of her eyes.

“We didn’t give you the last two.” Troz smoothed his palm over her rounded ass. “The machine did that, angel.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she sounded tired, but he was a long way from being finished with her.

Lyx plucked her hair off her face, tossing the long locks over her other shoulder. He rimmed her lips with his fingertips. “Part these beautiful lips and allow me to fuck them while Troz fucks you.”

He waited for her response, but she gave no verbal reply, except to simply push an arm beneath her chest so she could leverage herself into a better position to take his cock. Expecting a protest, her compliance bemused Troz.