Confessions of a Sex Demon

by

Jaye
Shields

Confessions of a Sex Demon

Copyright © 2012,
Jaye
Shields

ISBN:  9781937325404

Publisher:
Beachwalk
Press, Inc.

Electronic Publication: September,
2012

Editor: Leigh Lamb

Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs

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This book is a work of fiction and
any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is
purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination
and used fictitiously.

Zahra proves that sex demons do it better as she goes from
captive to captivator.

Sex Demon Zahra
Aniron
is a closet
romantic. Too bad she spends her time having hot, kinky sex with paying
strangers. But she needs the money to pay off her sister’s debt to wizard
thugs. There could be worse things than getting paid for pleasure, especially
since a sex demon needs climax to survive.

As a blacksmith, Lennox
Aegros
puts his fury to good use pounding steel into swords. When he arrives at a new
town, his real cause for being there isn’t to sell weaponry, it’s for revenge.
When he finds the succubus he’s been searching for, her beauty means he can mix
business with pleasure. But the joke’s on Lennox, because as he succeeds in
torturing his victim by repeatedly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then
denying her the release that she so desperately needs, he realizes that Zahra’s
slow demise means the breaking of a heart he didn’t think he had.

Content Warning: strong language, graphic sex, light BDSM
scenes

For my family and their constant,
unconditional love.

For my mom, for showing me what a strong, loving woman is. For
being my number one fan since the days I wrote with crayons, and for being the
only one bold enough to discuss scandalous synonyms with me.

For my grandma, one of few grandmas
adventurous enough to read about sex demons and any other crazy stuff I come up
with.

For my aunts who are also my best friends. Thanks for being
the first ones to pop the champagne and to mail me leopard panties upon a
signed contract. No wonder my heroines kick ass, because I’m surrounded by
them.

To my dad and grandpa, whose love, affection, pride, and
support is so much that I don’t even need them to read this book…And to my
crazy uncles for getting a kick out of my erotica career.

To my coworkers at Dublin Volkswagen for not slapping me with
a sexual harassment suit since I wrote the majority of this work while
answering their phones.

Finally, to three wonderful demons from my past; MFS, JCW,
& DTA

To Lisa
Posillico
-Filipe, without
whom I may
never
have realized I needed to write
something erotic… Also, to being the best
crit
partner, best friend, and best damn unpaid agent in the nation. Just file the
paperwork and make the
Posillico
-Filipe Agency
official.

To Leigh Lamb, without whom my manuscript would still
be
a hot mess. Thank you for being a brilliant, encouraging
enthusiastic, and on occasion, mind-reading editor.

To Pamela Tyner and
Beachwalk
Press, for being the first publisher to believe in me, and without whom I may
never have been able to be a part of such an incredible family at
Beachwalk
Press. Viva the
Beachwalk
Babes!

And to romance fans everywhere. XO

Returning the metal-barbed chains to her wall of toys, Zahra
Aniron
exhaled the last tremors of passion from her
body.
Zeth
was one of her favorite customers, but she
had to admit, this time the chains had left her bloodier than usual. Her
favorite patron had a spectacular ability to mix pleasure and pain, but today
he’d gotten slightly carried away with the pointed bonds.
Zeth
showered her with riches, grateful for her erotic service; as a sex demon, she
was one of the few creatures that would enjoy his unusual sexual appetite. As a
succubus, she was more than grateful; she was in need of virile men like
Zeth
. Tonight, he’d tied her arms above her head with the
cold, metal chains. As she squirmed against his expert hands, the barbs bit
into her skin. The pain forced her to be still, a slave to the pleasure he
brought her.

A fresh shiver slithered down her spine as she recalled the
sensation of his tongue against her clit. She’d been naked, waiting, and he’d
forced himself against her most sensitive spot within seconds. The immediate
onslaught of pleasure was torture. Her skin had tingled as his tongue circled
her bud. Not bothering to warm her up, causing her thighs to tremble. He
groaned, pressing his face deeper into the folds of her flesh. The pleasure was
too much at once, nearly unbearable, even for a sex demon. As her thighs closed
together in an attempt to lessen the erotic onslaught,
Zeth’s
strong hands pried her legs apart again.

The man quickly tore more barbed chains from her wall and
tied each of her legs down to the bed. Zahra didn’t dare struggle against the
cutting bonds. The threat of the pointed metal was a hot thrill. She’d become a
slave to whatever pleasure
Zeth
demanded of her. With
her thighs strapped down against the mattress, her core was left wide open.
Zeth
sat back and appraised her. She knew she was wet,
glistening for his affection. Need coursed through her like liquid fire.
Without further warning, he dove against her warm center, lapping up her juices
like an aphrodisiac. She exploded sooner than she liked, but already her
succubus needs were fulfilled as her body accumulated strength from ecstasy. Her
heart raged against her chest, her womanly folds a hot tingling mess of
moisture. And then
Zeth
dove in.

He jerked into her, going so deep it had her nearing climax
once more. With every thrust, he pounded against her clit, sending a wave of
pleasure through her. As a succubus, she needed climax to survive, and this was
one client who could give it to her.
Multiple times.
His abilities were an added bonus to the funds going into her piggy bank under
her mattress.

But now he was gone and her pleasure spent. And it was time
to take some of that money in her piggy bank and head into town. She had a debt
to pay. Even though she was a succubus, there was one debt hanging over her
head that she would not pay for with sex.

* * * *

The village of
Sprecia
welcomed
Lennox with a wary eye. Elders poked their heads out of the cobblestone homes
lining the main street and glared at him as he made his way toward the morning
market. It was only his second day in the town, but Lennox was eager to get to
work selling the intricate weaponry he made as a blacksmith.
Anything
to take his mind off of the anger.

There were many things Lennox could think to do with the
burl of swords strapped to his back, and
selling
was at the bottom of
the list.

“You’ll never sell anything with a mug like that, don’t you
know.”

As he reached the line of stalls, he looked down at the old
woman who’d been the only villager to address him since he moved to town. Her
skin was pale, like other villagers who rarely got to see the sun in this part
of the realm. His own skin was tanned from the abundance of sun in his home
city. But there was no light for him there any longer.

“I’m selling daggers, not cake.”

The woman ignored Lennox, and instead focused behind him. A
voice boomed from the direction of her worried gaze.

“Get lost, wanderer. You’ve not paid dues for a stall.”

“And I’m supposed to pay them to you then?” Lennox turned to
meet the voice head on.

The man stood taller than Lennox’s own six-feet, bulging
with muscles and tattoos. Personally, Lennox had never needed either to feel
like a man.
Smithery
kept him strong and lean, and
anyone who doubted his prowess could look into his eyes. He was not to be
fucked with. And one villager would realize this as soon as Lennox was able to
find her.

“Yes. I run that mead house over there. But you could also
say that I run this town. Isn’t that right,
Edetta
?”

Lennox didn’t have to look down at the old woman to feel her
discomforted nod. He turned the conversation back to himself. “I have no cash
this day. Perhaps you’ll settle for a duel?” He ached for swordplay, but at the
proposal, the vile, blood-boiling man before him burst into laughter.

“I am Bane, Master Wizard. I’ll forgive you this day because
you are new. But I will not lower myself to fight someone so beneath me.
Would not be fair.”

Lennox reached back into the bundle still strapped to his
back. The old woman tugged on his tunic, beseeching otherwise. Instead, Lennox
settled on a long moment to appraise his foe before watching him depart. As his
gaze raked across the overly-muscled wizard, he realized that the man’s façade
was probably not even real. Wizards had a tendency to overcompensate. But a
cloaking spell that strong meant the wizard could also halt Lennox in his
tracks. Swordplay with the lout wouldn’t be productive. He’d just have to
bottle his fury for his true objective. After all, it was why he’d traveled so
far to the clouded village.

“You can share my stall, warrior.” The old woman went back
to work and cleared a spot for Lennox as Bane disappeared in the morning crowd.

“I’ve never seen war.”

“No, but you’re a blacksmith who’s wise enough to pick his
battles. A blacksmith always knows how to handle a blade, and a true soldier
knows when to fight and when to be steady.”

“Thank you for sharing your stall with me. I will afford you
half my profits today.”

She smiled, her skin crinkling beside her eyes. She looked
like she’d been selling bread for a number of years. “In that case, put those
bright blue eyes to work and you might sell some of those bejeweled ones to the
ladies.”

Lennox removed one of the broadswords from his bundle.
Carefully handling it, he laid the heavy masterpiece on the table. Immediately,
browsers headed to the stall to gaze at the intricate blade.

“Fresh soda bread.”
Edetta’s
voice creaked over the commotion of onlookers.

Before Lennox could address his patrons, a disturbance shook
the ground. The familiar voice of the arrogant wizard boomed, but his newest
victim was shrouded by the thick crowd.

“Get your hands off me!” A feminine roar piqued Lennox’s
curiosity.

“Back to your business.
Now!”
Bane shouted at the crowd and the people eagerly
obeyed.

The object of the wizard’s attention finally became visible.
She was stunning. A fragile, pale wrist was caught in the wizard’s grasp.
Determined amber eyes were riveted on Bane and she quickly tore herself away
from his clutches. Her gaze was the color of liquid fire and it burned as if
she desired to set Bane aflame. Her long, ebony mane hung just above the curve
of a sinful ass; the kind of curve that could bring a man to his knees.

“Scorned lover?” Lennox turned to
Edetta
,
for she seemed to know most of the townsfolk.

“No. She may be a succubus, but Bane is the one man in this
village that Zahra will always refuse.”
Edetta
cut
some pieces of her soda bread to offer passersby.

“Succubus, you say?” He kept his voice low so that his
sanity would not be tainted by the rage simmering under his skin. “Are there
many of them in town?”

“Just two.
Already have an itch
that needs scratched?”

He noted
Edetta’s
amused gaze out
of the corner of his eye, but kept his vision upon the breathtaking sex demon.
If she was indeed the one he sought, than perhaps he’d be able to mix business
with pleasure.

“You’re a good-looking man. You don’t need to pay for
affection. There are plenty of village girls who will be in Bane’s mead house
this evening.”

“I’m married.”

“Oh, please forgive me. I thought I saw you come into town
alone.”