Keeping Her (4 page)

 
Sometime later Clytie was lying boneless and completely spent across the
bed.  Demon jumped up with a sprightly pat to her thigh and headed for the
bathroom.  She listened to the water running, too tired to move.  A
few minutes later, he came back hauling her up and over his shoulder as she
sputtered.  He dropped her into a whirlpool tub big enough for a college
sorority.

“Too
hot.”  She gasped out trying to climb the side of the huge tub, but he
pushed her back.  He climbed in behind her, pulling her up against his
chest, her back to his front.  His size forced the water higher until she was
submerged to the shoulders.  He palmed one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple
until she stopped struggling to get out.  She relaxed against him. 
He grunted his approval and laid his head back.  She must have fallen
asleep because the next thing she knew she was being pulled out of the cooling
water and stood up in the shower room.  She called it a room because it
was huge, at least four feet across.  The shower comprised of 3 tile
walls, sporting strategically placed showerheads.  She counted six,
including one that pulled away from the wall for a closer wash.

He
picked up the soap and growled when she tried to take it away. 

“You
may be letting this growling thing get away from you.”  She said mildly
but let him have his way. 

Having
Demon wash her was an experience.  Since he started at her shoulders and
wouldn’t let her move anyway she had the chance to look over the bathroom.  White
tile, white cabinets, white towels. 

“Like
white do you?”

“Easy. 
Clean.  Bright.”  He grunted out, his attention on what he was doing,
which meant soaping every inch of her quite thoroughly.

“The
toilet?”

“Door
to the right of the sinks.”

Having
reached her breasts, he became absorbed with the insatiable need to get them
clean.  A man on a mission, she left him to it. 

She
had managed to ignore the way Demon pinched and played with her nipples, but
when he gave the same thorough cleaning to her nether curls and beyond her eyes
rolled back in her head until a sharp tug of pain distracted her.  She
flinched against his finger and he backed off, patting her curls and making
sympathetic little clicks.  It made her laugh, imagining him making little
cooing sounds to her pussy while he petted it.

“What’s
so funny?”  He asked as he knelt down to wash her legs and feet, coming
around behind he washed her butt (this with groans and squeezes).

“You
are.  I was picturing you making baby talk to my pussy while patting it
like a pet.”

“Sweetheart,
if it was up to me your pussy would be declared a national treasure.”  He
cupped her with one hand from behind.  “National monuments would be
erected in your honor.  Ballads would be written, wars fought...”

“OK”
she interrupted him, laughing.  “I get the picture, you like my pussy.”

“Baby,
I fucking love your pussy.”  He growled out, pushing to his feet. 
The steel bar he pressed up against her left her in no doubt he was ready for
another go.

“Demon,
my legs are still shaking so bad I can barely hold myself up.  More sex is
not going to happen.”

He
grunted finishing her back.  He took the time to wash and rinse out her
hair before grabbing a towel to dry her off.  He pulled out a wide
cushioned bench from beneath the vanity and sat her down wrapped in the towel.

“Stay.” 
He said gruffly.

Soothed
and pampered, she let the order pass.  Plus there was a floorshow.  Demon,
all seven feet of twisted steel and hard sex, was naked and getting soaped
up.  Well defined and ripped with a serious six-pack he was proportionately
everything a man should be.  The scar on his face was not his only scar
but it was his most vicious.  The rest scattered over his body telling a
story of battle and pain.  A Spartan, that’s what he reminded her of, the
cast of
300
had nothing on this man.

She
wanted to cuddle him, lick every inch of him.  She wanted to bite his
tight ass.  She was trying to get her breath back, hoping she would
eventually be able to blink again when he palmed his incredible thrusting cock
and pulled himself to an orgasm.  In her opinion his shower ended much too fast
and as soon as she once again had full motor functions she would tell him so.

He
dried himself, whipped the towel over the fuzz on his head, and was done. 
He hung both their towels over the rack to dry, hers after a brief tug of war,
and picked her up caring her to the monster bed.  He even spread her damp locks
away from her face before pulling her up against his side.  Too content to even
think about heading home she yawned, pillowed her head against his chest,
tucked her hand around his neck, and threw a leg over one of his hard
thighs.  His arms wrapped her up tight.  One hand burrowing between
them to palm a breast, the other rested cupped around her ass.  As soon as he
heard her find the soft even breathing of sleep, he moved his hand farther down
her ass and cupped her sex.  He patted, petted, and fell asleep with a
smile on his face.

Chapter
Four

The
sun lit the bright room the next morning.  Clytie woke up on her stomach,
someone’s hands on her ass.  The same someone presently between her spread
thighs.  She started to turn over.  She heard a growl and a heavy
palm held her down.  Right.  Demon.

"What
are you doing?"  She asked sleepily stretching her arms above her.

"I'm
paying homage to your ass."

She
laughed into the pillow.  Unknowingly jiggling said ass nicely.

"Jesus
Clytie, keep that up and you'll have me bawling like a baby."

"I
suppose I'd have to suckle you to my breast then."  He froze at her
quip his hands sinking into her hips, he seemed to shake himself.

"Jesus
God save me from a woman with brains." 

She
laughed.  He groaned.

Her
laughter abruptly cut off with a gasp when he leaned forward and licked her
from clit to anus.

“Demon?!” 
She would have shot off the bed but he still held her down.  “We can’t
possibly.”  She said a little breathless, but wide-awake.  “I’m still
sore.”

“I
know.”  He said, his hands pulling her by her hips up onto her
knees.  “I just want a little taste.”  He spread her knees as wide as
they would go, then patted her ass.

“Demon.” 
This time she was the one growling.

“Just
one little orgasm baby, I’ve been thinking about eating this pussy all
morning.”  His voice was a cajoling murmur, a bit distracted.  “I
thought you were never going to wake up.”

He
licked her again and she was shocked to experience a wet tongue rimming her
ass.

"Demon?!"

"I
never get tired of hearing you scream my name."

Two
orgasms later, he allowed her to puddle to the bed.  He plopped down
beside her out of breath, licking his lips and holding his granite hard cock as
if he feared it would pop off.  The sight of his erection had Clytie
finding her second wind and licking suddenly dry lips.

“Demon,”
she said her eyes on the hand holding his erection.  “There’s something we
haven’t done yet.”

The
cock twitched, his knuckles went white, and Demon groaned but kept his eyes
closed.  “I know baby, and I want nothing more than to take that fine ass
of yours but you’ll need a little preparation first.”

The
shock woke her up fast and had her mouth hanging open.  She closed her teeth
with a snap.  “We are not having anal sex!”  She screeched, the sound
had Demon popping up and searching the room for enemies.  He clutched his
chest, and fell back to the mattress.  “Jesus Clytie, you almost gave me a heart
attack.”

She
dropped her voice to a strident whisper.  “We are not having anal sex!”

“That’s
what I said.”  He barked back.

“EVER.” 
Her eyes were flashing and she had her hand on her ass as if to keep him out.

“But
you said...”

She
stopped him with a hand up and a tight grimace.  “I was referring to
taking you in my mouth,” her voice had become more strident with each word but
the rest she said quietly but with no less heat.  “Not Ass fucking!”

He
wanted to argue, but thought better of it.  “O.K.  We’ll go with your
idea.”

Clytie
jumped off the bed before he could stop her.  “Forget it.  I’m no
longer in the mood.”  She stomped away distracting Demon by the way she
jiggled in all the right places.  “I’m taking a shower, ALONE.  You...” 
She said motioning in the general direction of his dick.  “Take care of that
thing.  I do not want to see it when I come back.”

The
bathroom door slammed with a bang.  He glared down at his cock, if
anything the damn thing was harder after experiencing Clytie in a fury. 
Naked.   

He
pictured what it would be like to have Clytie on her knees, with her hair
falling around him taking him in her wet mouth.  Or Clytie, on her knees,
while he pounded into her amazing Ass.  He heard the water start in the
bathroom.   Clytie in his shower, water sleuthing all over her body
while he pounded her up against the wall.

“FUCK!” 
In self-defense, he grabbed hold of his twitching dick and went to work using
the pre-cum seeping from the tip for lubrication.  All it took was one
fantasy of Clytie with her sweet mouth around his dick and he exploded. 
He cleaned up with the shirt he had ripped yesterday and tossed the abused
cloth in the garbage.  Of course as soon as Clytie appeared in nothing but
a towel his cock immediately came right back to attention.  She opened her
mouth to say something, looking a little sheepish, but he had himself in the
bathroom and the door slammed before she could speak.  Clytie dressed and left
the room before he came back out.

   
He saw her through the surveillance on the inner courtyard.  She sat in
one of the wood loungers, the fountain gurgled beside her.  She was
dressed in her jeans, her wrinkled button down top and she had her hair up in a
messy bun held by one silver chopstick.  A few stray wisps of hair that must
have gotten wet in the shower curled down around her neck.  Her feet were bare
and her eyes were closed.

Fucking
beautiful.

“She’s
clean.  Nothing suspicious, full history.  She has traveled more than
most but checked out.”  Mac also studied Clytie.

“Family?”

“One
sister she recognizes, a cousin she’s close to, both check out.  Had a
younger sister who got pregnant, small town, religious family threw her out,
Clytie Persephone Jones, born Christine Mary Jones left her family the next
day, found her sister in a cheap hotel room.  She had committed suicide.”

“Jesus. 
How old were they?”

“Sister
Rebecca Mary was 15.  Your girl, 17.  Needless to say, Christine Mary
was taken back to her family.  Left the day she turned 18 and never
returned.  Changed her name.  Put herself through college and art
school, worked numerous jobs, including self-defense instructor.  She basically
reinvented herself.  She left to take up art full time. 
Encaustic.  Which is Painting with wax.  I had to research.  Her
only sibling living: Sarah Mary, and yes they all have the same middle
name.  For the Virgin Mary I expect.  Married an air force
mechanic.  Parents, all the aunts, uncles, and most of the cousins still
live in Poteau Oklahoma.  A lovely spot, no doubt.  I understand they
have a Wal-Mart.”

Demon
grunted, studying Clytie through the viewer.

“Boyfriends?”

“None
I can find, but then she’s been busy.  Her sister married young, two kids,
boy, girl, dad gone a lot.  Helped her sister raise them, got a college degree,
and helped her start a successful business, plus the art on the side.” 

“Who
has time to date?”

“Exactly. 
Hell, she was in the PTA.”  Mac shook his head more than a little
impressed.  “Recently the brother in law retired.  She left the shop
and went out on her own.  I don’t even think she drew a salary when she
worked with her sister.  Always had at least one other job at all
times.  Leases a loft in a bad area, has a studio attached.  Has had
moderate success with her art and is moving in to the big time with a showing
next week at the Paul Gorbin gallery downtown.  Had it rough, but she’s
golden.” 

“I’m
keeping her.”

Mac
looked him over, raising a brow at the flat statement.  “What does she
say?”

“I’m
working on it.” 

“She’s
human.”

“She’s
mine.”

“Then
you need to see this.”  He said, pointing at the monitor, and flipping up
the volume.  When Demon saw Ben, he stood up with a growl.

“Sit
down.  If she’s going to be around, you need to
know.”             

Clytie
sighed, the sun warm on her face, the tinkle of the fountain soothing. 
She had never taken a vacation before, but if she did, she would want her time
to be like this, only with underwear...  and chocolate.  She knew she needed to
find her purse, check her messages, and come up with a plan on dealing with her
first love affair.  For all she knew her first one night stand, but she
didn’t think so.  She hoped Demon didn’t want the "wam bam, thank you
mam,” but what did she know?

A
door open and she glanced up to see Ben coming through the glass walls to the
garden, from the opposite side of where she had entered.  Shirtless,
shoeless with his hair mussed from sleep, he wore low riding sweats and nothing
else. 
Wow.
 
Beautiful
.  Golden skin, lithe muscles,
and defined abs, any girl’s dream of Adonis.  When he saw her taking him
in he smiled, a very wicked suggestive smile and rubbed his hand over his
six-pack in a leisurely way.

Clytie
rolled her eyes and laughed at his flagrant flirting.  He sat down at the
end of her chaise, one hand going to her foot to rub along her ankle under her
jeans.

“I
guess that answers my question.”  She said, shaking her leg until his hand
fell off.

“What
question?”  When she stopped shaking her foot at him his hand once again
came to settle on her ankle, but at least this time resting on jean not skin.

“You
just can’t help yourself, can you?”

His
teeth flashed, “Now why would I want to do that?”

“You’re
wasting your time.”  She warned, waving one admonishing finger at
him. 

He
placed his right hand on the chaise caging her between his arms and leaned
forward.  “Come on darlin’.  You have to be a little tempted.”

“Nope. 
You are a look but don’t touch.”

“I’m
a ..?  I am not.”

“Yes,
you are.  I can spot them a mile away.”  She pulled her foot up and
used her toes to push him back.  He grabbed her foot pulling it to his
waist and holding it when she would have wrestled it back.  For all
intents and purposes, he sat between her legs.  His smile became a touch
wicked.  Clytie rolled her eyes and patted his cheek.  “See, right
there, that proves my point.  You are a definite Look but don’t touch.”

“I’m
not entirely certain what you mean by that, but it doesn’t sound like me. 
I’m a look
and
touch, ask anyone.”  He leaned forward again, his
smile predatory.

“Let
me make myself clear.  You have a nice face, extremely hot body, and seem
like a lot of fun to be around.  I’m not going to have sex with you.”

He
sat back, the wicked gleam gone from his eyes.  “That’s clear
enough.”  He sighed dramatically, standing.  “How about breakfast?”

Her
smile lit up and Ben blinked at the swift change from pretty to
beautiful.  She stood up, her magnificent breasts moving freely beneath
her shirt and he had to remind himself she was off limits.

“I
changed my mind.  If you feed me I’ll marry you and have your babies.”

“Does
it have to be in that order?”  He opened the glass door into the main home
and held it open for her. 

She
laughed as she went by.  “That depends.  What’s on the menu?”

“I
make a mean omelet.”

“With
mushrooms and green peppers?”

“Of
course.”

“O.K. 
You clear it with Demon and I’m all yours.”

He
groaned, “There’s always a catch.  Women.”  He stopped her in the
doorway.

“So,
if I’m a look but don’t touch what is Demon?”

Her
smile turned wicked.  “Multiple orgasms.”

Ben
appeared pained and released her arm starting for the kitchen.  “I so did
not need to hear that.”

Her
throaty laugh trailed behind her as she followed Ben down the hall. 
Nobody had to know she enjoyed the view.

In
the control room, Demon switched off the sound and sat back.  Even through
a microphone, her laugh was damn sexy.

In
the few minutes, he had been watching her conversation with Ben he had run the gamut
from rage to fierce possession and back again.  He couldn’t decide if he
should strangle Mac or thank him.  He put his head in his hands and
breathed deep trying to find some calm before he stomped into the kitchen and
took her ass-up over the kitchen island.

Mac
switched off the monitor.  “Like I said.  Golden.”

“Don’t
do that again.”  His voice gravely, he eyes bleak.  “Seriously
Mac.  I know what you and Ben were doing but your intentions don’t
matter.  With her, I can’t find my balance.  The thought of another
man near her...  Fuck.  She’s mine.  Right now, I can’t decide if I
want to bloody up Bens pretty face or fuck her in front of you both to prove
she’s mine.  Christ.  I don’t even know what I’m saying.”  He rubbed
both hands over his head in his agitation.  He met Mac’s eyes again.  “I
bit her.  My damn wolf marking his territory, and I like it.  I want
to take her in every way a man can take a woman and then I want to brand my
name on her ass.  A fucking virgin, and this morning I was talking about
taking her up the ass.  She met me yesterday, Jesus, no wonder she freaked
out.  Anyone else would have run screaming for the door.”