Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] (6 page)

“Fuck no.”

Sin eyes widened as his flew open. The deep swirls of blue reminded her of the sea in a storm. Raw desire darkened his eyes to almost stygian black as he stared at her unblinking.

“You’re so tight. I could come without moving.”

But that was not what Sin wanted. She teased him, amused at the sudden power she held over him. “I promise to be gentle with you.”

Timber growled as she began to move. Lifting her hips slowly, she withdrew all the way to his swollen head. Without warning, she pushed down again, smacking their thighs together loudly.

“Dammit, Sin. Fucking slow it down.”

Sin placed her hands on his chest and used them as leverage. This time as her pussy sucked him back in, she simultaneously pinched his dark, flat nipples hard.

“Holy mother of God. Don’t. Fucking. Do. That. Again.” He said each word as though it took an extreme amount of energy.

Energy I have better use for.
She rotated her hips. “What’s the matter, big boy? All talk and no action.”

“Shameless hussy.”
Sin beamed with pride at the admiration that laced Devon’s voice as it entered her mind.

But her challenge made Timber’s face twist with indignation. “Now you fucking asked for it.” He grabbed her hips ruthlessly. His nails cut into her tender flesh. Sin screamed as he held her elevated and began to ram into her. Her pussy linings moistened quickly, inviting more of his animalistic impaling. His tempo remained so fast that Sin’s jaws flapped as she panted aloud.

“I think Timber needs help counting sheep.” Kyle’s voice was hot in her ear as he also grabbed her hips from behind.

Sin bit down on the insides of her cheeks as his hot rod rocked into the valley of her ass crack. He was sleek with moisture.
His? Hers?
She didn’t know and didn’t care. Words were beyond her comprehension, thought beyond her scope of ability right now. Everything within her vibrated with lust and selfish need. “Do it.” Her voice shook as Timber continued to plunder her dripping pussy.

Kyle did not need to be asked twice. He pushed her down against Timber’s intrusion as he pressed into her delicate opening of her anus. The muscles around Sin’s ass puckered at the foreign invasion. With slow, patient strokes, Kyle entered tiny bits at a time. Sin thought the excruciating pain and torment would never end. Each time she believed she would not be able to take more of him, he slid in a little further.

“Damn, Sin. Your ass is as tight as a virgin’s.” Kyle breathed harshly as his thighs finally lay flush with her ass cheeks.

Sin blushed. She’d been too afraid to try this with any other man before. Oh, but the feeling was just so glorious. The tight squeeze and incredible stretch was simply too wonderful for words. She relaxed against Timber, enjoying the experience of being completely fulfilled. And then Kyle began to move.

Her ass burned as he withdrew and plunged. His fingers splayed on her ass cheeks, and he massaged the fleshy orbs. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re too tense to enjoy it.”

Timber’s hand moved around her to stroke her lower back and spine with reassuring caresses. He rained tiny little butterfly kisses over her face until Sin sighed in submission. “That’s right, love.”

As Sin allowed herself to float and revel in the sensations of her filled ass, Timber slowly resumed his own thrusts. She whimpered as they moved together, stretching and renting her with such bittersweet bliss. Her nails clawed at whoever they came into contact with. The heightening of her passion fed theirs. The pace of their strokes became bestial and feverish. Sin strained against them, reaching for that single point where everything came together. Her breasts bounced while her teeth chattered loosely yet she just could not find the ultimate release she sought.

Sin cried out in anguish as Timber and Kyle each began to spurt hot fluid within her. The lining of her pussy and ass contracted around their violently pulsing cocks, but still she could not seem to break free.

“Come, my pet. I want to see your juices flow.”

Sin turned in Devon’s direction even though he hadn’t spoken aloud. His eyes glowed with fierce hunger as he watched her being fucked by his friends.

Yet again his voice triggered her climax, and she shattered into a thousand pieces. Her keening cry pierced through the air and mingled with the men’s hoarse shouts of release.

Devon coaxed her mercilessly.
“More, my luscious slave.”

Hot, creamy moisture flowed and then trickled until Sin fell forward, light-headed and faint. Sandwiched between the two virile males, her body jerked and trembled uncontrollably. Everything ceased to exist except for this moment, this feeling of utter completion. Exhaustion made her eyelids droop heavily, and fatigue made her body lax as she drifted toward the welcoming arms of darkness.

* * * *

Devon waited until the last second as her eyes finally fell fully closed before instructing, “Tie her hands.” As Kyle moved off Sin to do his bidding, Timber also gently slipped free. He looked at Devon for confirmation. Devon nodded.

Timber padded across the bedroom naked and pulled out a handful of blindfolds that had been neatly folded in a drawer.

“The black silk one.” Devon wanted to be reminded of her dark eyes that would be hidden from his view.

Only once Kyle had secured her hands to the bed frame and Timber had tied the blindfold around her eyes did Devon begin to undress. His friends moved away silently. They knew his habits and never questioned his authority. Sometimes they stayed to watch, and other times they didn’t. Devon was not surprised when they chose to remain. Had he had the pleasure of being as intimate with beautiful Sin as they had just been, he would have been equally reluctant to leave her as well. Wordlessly, they retreated to their corners. He would not be disturbed.

Devon slipped his shirt off his shoulders and carefully laid it over a chair back. He pulled off his pants and treated them with the same care. He never wore restricting underwear. His socks and shoes were already neatly placed beneath the chair. Silently he approached the handcuffed, blinded, slumbering beauty on the bed. He would have liked to have her hands explore every inch of his body. He would have loved to look into her eyes as he plunged into her. But that could never be. Her words about inner beauty touched him, but utterances of the lips were easy enough to make, and he was not ready to test the truth in hers.

Almost reverently, he touched her cheeks. She was so smooth and soft. In sleep, she appeared even more fragile. His tender touch moved down her throat as she stretched. Her breasts were perfection and fitted comfortably in his large hands. The contrast of her milky, unflawed skin against his own dark, scarred hand was striking. She was truly a fair princess to his beastly form. He leaned down and tasted her relaxed nipple, marveling at the pure sweetness of unblemished beauty. Not for the first time, he wondered if he got such a thrill out of spanking simply because it marred a purity he did not possess. Sin moaned as her nipples were slowly aroused under his ministrations, and his wayward thoughts were mercifully redirected.

He moved up to her face once again and kissed her lips softly. Sin sighed, and he used the opportunity to delve deeper into her mouth. He took his leisure in savoring her unique flavor before withdrawing. “Wake up, my beautiful slave.”

“Mm…” Sin shifted, but a soft snore alerted Devon that she was not completely roused.

He didn’t understand how this speaking-into-her-mind thing worked, or if he would succeed now that she was not sexually peaking, but he tried anyway.
“Sin, my pet. Your Master orders you to wake up.”

The only indication she gave in having heard him was the slight twitch of her lips. He could not even see if her lids flustered beneath the dark silk.

“You had better learn that although I will wait, my patience has a limit.” Annoyed, Devon strode to a little bar fridge cleverly hidden within the wall panels. He grabbed a chunk of ice cubes and tossed them into a bowl. He muttered in irritation as he returned to the sleeping beauty. “And right now that limit has been reached.”

He parted her thighs and pussy folds with infinite care. Spotting the delicious-looking love bud, he flicked and teased it mercilessly until it hardened and came out to play. The soft snores told Devon that only her cunt was up for playtime, and that would not do. He wanted the whole woman attached to that pussy, and he wanted her now. He picked up the largest piece of ice and held it to her hot clitoris in an unyielding ironclad grip. She came awake bucking and cursing like a sailor’s wife. Devon didn’t release the pressure. He always got what he wanted.

* * * *

Sin had been gliding peacefully through a warm, hazy dream of dancing flowers, chirping birds, and fluttering butterflies when suddenly she felt as though she was being doused by a cloud burst of frigid water. She gulped as she came fully awake. “What the hell?” Everything was pitch-black. Her wrists hurt terribly each time she tried to budge. And that bloody cold just wasn’t going away. Her pussy was now so frozen it burned.

It was on the tip of her tongue to begin pleading for mercy when the iciness suddenly disappeared and was replaced by melting warmth.
A mouth?
She moaned as blessed heat rushed to her pussy. The tiny pinpricks of pain as the blood flooded the area made her tingle. She gasped as the welcome tongue moved away, and once again the ice was back. “Nooo.” She wailed her agony, praying her tormentor would show mercy.

The tongue came back, and she hissed with sweet relief. The hot point searched out her sensitive G-spot, and Sin was suddenly thrown into another world yet again. Liquid desire flooded her pussy channels, and she twitched under the salacious assault. Just as she was about to surrender to the tide threatening to sweep her away, the delightful sensations ceased altogether. She groaned in disappointment.

“Good. You’re awake.”

Devon?
Why on earth couldn’t she see? As much she tried to force her lids open, they would not lift. Sin stilled. She yanked her hands softly.
Tied. Shit.
Tilting her head, she felt the soft fabric rub against her bare shoulder.
Blindfolded. Holy fuck.
“What are you going to do to me?”

Silence so thick she could practically taste it greeted her question. Puzzled and more than a little afraid that she’d been deserted, she tried to calm her scrambling mind. Slowly, comprehension dawned on her, and she slipped into her role as easily as she would into a warm bubble bath. A surge of adrenaline and excitement, intermingled with a dose of fear and anxiety, strummed through her.

She revised her words. “I’m awake, Master.”

“I don’t like to be kept waiting, my sweet slave.” Sin shivered at the deep, husky baritone. Devon did not sound pleased.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

She felt his strong hands cup and weigh her breasts. “Do you think you should be punished?”

Sin’s senses were lost in the titillating buzz his hands were causing on her breasts. He could do whatever he wanted so long as he released this pressure that was building within her. Her silence made his hands squeeze tighter. Sin mumbled incoherently and arched her back, begging for his touch.

Devon seized her nipples. He pinched hard as he tugged on them. Sin mewled as pain and pleasure mixed to form a heady concoction that dripped from her barren pussy. The walls clenched, desperately seeking solace. Devon snapped at her as he rolled and tweaked her nipples mercilessly. “You like being punished?”

Her lips trembled, but she ruthlessly kept her admission locked inside.

One hand left her breast, and there was a sharp slap on her sensitized mons. The folds in her pussy contracted, more from shock than pain. “I asked you a question, my pet.”

Sin wrenched on her restraints helplessly. She wanted to touch him so badly. If she could just rake her nails down his back, he would know the truth without her having to say it out loud.

Another stinging smack to her pussy had her thrashing wildly. “I can’t hear you, my slave.”

Sin cried out long and mournful. Couldn’t he hear the wet sounds of her weeping pussy? She nodded frantically, praying he would not leave her wanting.

“Say it.” His demand was punctuated with a quick succession of triple strikes to her soaked cunt.

“Yes, damn you.”

“Yes who?” He smacked her hard again.

Sin screamed at the acute pleasure that coursed through her. “Yes, Master. Yes.”

Her hips lifted, awaiting his punishing hand. But it did not come. Instead he pulled her legs apart savagely. Sin tensed as she felt the tip of his penis tease her pussy entrance. She swallowed and lay perfectly still.

His tall, hard body stretched over her. Thick fingers grasped her jaw, angling her head to his satisfaction. His other hand grasped her hair in a brutal hold. Hot breath fanned over her parched lips. “You have pleased your Master. You shall be rewarded.”

Sin yelled out shrilly as he simultaneously drove into both her pussy and her mouth. He swallowed her cries as his tongue dueled fiercely with hers. His cock was large and as hard as granite. Sin bit down on his tongue as the entrance of her pussy burned at the massive intrusion. He simply tightened his hold on her jaw and withdrew his cock slowly.

He slammed into her hard, driving the breath right out of her. “I can feel how wet your pussy is from your spanking.”

The passages deep within her intimate channel sucked hungrily on his thick length. She looped her legs around his hips, wantonly urging him to move faster. He was all controlling and consuming. She felt filled, surrounded, and entirely engulfed by his powerful presence. He demanded everything within her. Her mind raced aimlessly, her soul shouted in jubilation, and her body surrendered into his keeping.

“That’s a good slave. Your Master has just what you need.” He kept her fully pinned down as he pumped slowly at first. As his pace picked up, Sin struggled to move with him. His each stroke was so sure and so steady, hitting just that tender spot deep inside her. All she wanted to do was cling onto his ass cheeks and enjoy their powerful, expert flexing. Their bodies meshed together. Her breasts, stomach, and inner thighs, every part that met with his body, were tormented by hard, swollen ridges. The uneven, coarse lacerations across his flesh tantalized and taunted her softness.
“I cannae take more. Please free me.”