Demon Spelled (18 page)

He placed his mouth to her ear. “Breathe through the pain, I’m not enlarging it further. I’m going to touch my armlet and freeze the plug where it is. It’ll become a part of your body like the collar around your neck and the vibrators I inserted before.”

“Wh—what if I have to go to the restroom.” Her cheeks burned from the question.

Troz chuckled.

She felt Lyx’s smile against her ear. “Think about it, my sex-pet. You’ve not required the facilities since you arrived. Do you recall seeing a toilet in our bathroom?”

Come to think of it she hadn’t on all accounts.

“Only humans release physical waste. You’re in Baal and your body has adjusted. It’ll excrete waste like ours, through your pores into the atmosphere.” Lyx’s fingers tapped against his armlet and she assumed he’d solidified the device killing her ass. He shifted his hip just a fraction, then drove into her pussy from behind.

Erica wailed at the sudden penetration, and he clamped his hands on her wrists, holding her motionless. Troz laced his fingers with hers, those skeins of his sliding up the back of her hands and along her arms.

Lyx’s thighs clinched her legs together tighter as he fucked her quickly. The dildo burned worse, and she could feel the bumps on his real dick and the fake one rubbing together through the slim skin between her two holes. His breathing was heavy in her ear, and despite the discomfort her desire grew more pronounced.

“Your body already welcomes the mix of pain and pleasure.” Lyx nipped her ear. “Your cries have turned to moans, and your pussy is clenching my cock.”

“Still hurts,” she managed to grunt out as he continued to pound into her.

He sank deep and went motionless. His palms slid down her arms and he sat up. “Of course it hurts. That’s part of the enjoyment, appreciating the dual sensations and getting off on it.”

“Do you like pain?” She could barely get the words out.

“No, but I enjoy giving it.” He was a demon, so she wasn’t surprised. “You’re forbidden to come until I allow it.”

“Bastard,” Troz mumbled, and Lyx chuckled, losing the tempo of his thrust for a brief moment as he burst into laughter. “I wanted to experience her orgasm now.”

Lyx
tsked
him. “You’re as impatient as she is, Troz.”

He fucked her like a demon on crack. She’d hurt afterward. Even as she cried from the pain, the ecstasy was almost too much to bear. A whiplash of sensation ripped through her, and her entire body convulsed as she slammed against an orgasm that was denied by his command. That hurt worse than the dildo stretching her ass and his cock fucking her.

His palms landed on either side of her head, and he buried his dick to the hilt inside her. Sanja was aware of the whimpers she made at the back of her throat, a pathetic noise that begged for release, but she didn’t have the sense of mind to request permission to climax.

His breath was hot against her ear. “Come now.”

The climax was instanteous, surprising her with its force. She quivered and shook beneath him, her pussy squeezing on his motionless cock. Her release was so intense she thought she blacked out for a moment. When she came to, she realized Troz’s forehead rested on her shoulder and he panted.

“That was nice. Really motherfucking nice.” Lyx licked her ear. “There’ll come a day when you beg me to give you pain before I deliver bliss.” He pulled out, and she missed him the moment he evacuated her body.

He lifted her off the lounger and strode out of the playroom, back into their bedroom, and settled her on the mattress. He climbed over her and lay on his back beside her. “Straddle me and fuck me until I come.”

Erica turned her head in his direction. He gripped his erection and stroked it, his eyes glued on her.

“I don’t know if I can move,” she admitted, attempting to process how she came just now while enduring pain.

“Hurt that bad?” Troz smoothed his palm down her back.

She shook her head. “The climax was so strong. I feel like mush.”

“No idea what mush is.” Troz kissed her navel. “But she’s so languid and floating in bliss at the moment. It’s amazing the way she receives and processes pleasure.”

So Troz was in her skin like always. She suspected he was becoming an addict to her orgasms. But he also seemed to enter her flesh when he felt the need to gauge her sensations.

Lyx reached out and somehow managed to drag her loose-limbed body over his. “Legs on either side of my thighs.”

She relocated them from between his legs to straddle his hips. His erection was hard against her belly. Talons out, his fingers wrapped around her throat, the tips of his claws indenting her skin. He held her head steady, elevated just off his chest with his eyes padlocked on hers. His other hand wound over her ass to slide between her legs so he could relocate the head of his cock to her entrance.

He flexed his hips upward against her pelvis and seated himself to the hilt inside her. Her eyes widened at the new stretch of sensation in this position. Using his hand on her throat, he pushed her upward until she straddled him in a seated position—as he’d commanded earlier. This position had him deeper than she could’ve imagined possible.

“Now fuck me like I told you to,” he demanded, his hand still grasping her throat, but his other one clamped on her hip. “Show her how, Troz.”

Troz moved in behind her and trapped her spine against his chest. His hands came around her, one flattening on her belly and the other between her breasts. “Relax and allow me to guide you.”

As if their bodies were united, he directed her on the way Lyx wanted her to move on his erection. Stuffed full in both holes, she’d have thought she’d feel deprived only having one male inside her, but with Troz executing the sensual dance, it felt as if he joined the intimacy. All through the mating, the thickness of Lyx’s length filling her over and over again, Lyx maintained his hold on her throat and their gazes glued on one another.

“My balls are tightening. I want her to blow with me, Troz.”

Troz’s hold shifted, one arm went around her waist, continuing to rock with her. The hand positioned low on her belly clenched on her abdomen and a moment later something rolled across her clitoris. At the contact, a breath hissed through her teeth. If it wasn’t his fingers, then it had to be the skeins that exited his body and entered hers. As the coil rolled back and forth across her clit, he felt everything she felt and he groaned against her ear.

The carnal delights were too much. Crammed full, with the bumps on Lyx’s cock rubbing against the fake one in her bottom, the bliss eclipsed any prevailing doubt she had about being with them. Troz continued to guide her sensual dance, leading to an intimacy that felt raw, fresh, and beautiful. And she imagined she could feel a part of his soul glide against hers. Sensation exposed to one demon, the other could glean her thoughts. Had she ever been so open to anyone before?

No
.

It was too much, too raw, too…tender. Her heart swelled, while her pulse throbbed and her breath screamed from her lungs in hard rapid pants. Troz buried his face in the curve where her neck and shoulder met. Lyx still maintained hold of her throat, her gaze captured by his. She
would
implode with this approaching climax.

Troz quickened their pace, intensifying every sensation.

“In about ten seconds, I’ll blow my goddamn wad, Troz.” Lyx looked controlled, but he sounded as if he struggled for constraint. “I will own her seventh fucking climax. How’s that for ambitious, my sex-pet?”

Erica was too far gone to respond.

A bundle of skeins covered her clitoris and circled her little bud, hard and fast. Beneath her Lyx began to gasp, his face turning an odd shade of purple and red. Heat snaked from where they were joined, burned and flashed white-hot, ripping a strangled half-scream from her as the orgasm washed through her.

Troz bellowed, his ejaculation hitting her spine.

“Fuck…
yes
.” Lyx’s eyes rolled in his head as he groaned, filling her with hot jets of semen.

Erica went limp as her climax rolled to an end, only Troz and Lyx kept her in position. By surprise she realized her cheeks were wet from tears. It’d been too good, too profound not to cry.

Lyx loosened his hold on her throat, pulling her out of Troz’s grasp and down on his chest. As he kissed her, she tried to remember a time when she’d felt so happy.

No such memory surfaced.

THREE DAYS LATER
, Troz arrived home to Lyx working on his handheld device and Sanja nowhere to be seen. “Where’s our slave?”

Lyx swiped his finger across the front of the device and glanced up. “Bathtub.”

He set the small cylinder cooler on the bedside table. “Was she sore from last night?” They’d taken her everyway imaginable the prior evening, but that’d become a staple of everyday life since purchasing their slave.

“I didn’t ask.” His lover tossed the reader on the sofa beside him. “I assumed she was. What’s in the cooler?”

“Ice cream.”

“For our sex-pet?”

He walked to the bathroom door and halted with his hand on the doorknob. “Why would I buy you treats when you can acquire your own?”

Sanja depended upon them for everything and had no access to anyone outside of their home. None of their servants would assist her, but would expect her to come to them with any requests or needs. After four days in their care, she’d only asked for one thing—to be returned home. That wasn’t an option, so he’d taken liberties to indulge her how he chose. One evening he brought her chocolate and the next night, he’d presented her with a set of two-carat diamond earrings. The jewelry had bothered her, and he’d had to force her to put them on.

“They’re too pricey,” she’d said, to which he’d scoffed and informed her if he wished to buy her a goddamn beach he would.

Tonight, he elected something that wouldn’t trouble her. Food. He shook his head, still uncertain why the jewelry had been a problem. All the demonettes in his experience loved receiving expensive gifts. Not his sex-slave.

“You’re spoiling her.” His spouse’s red eyebrows arched, but the lopsided grin indicated Lyx was amused.

“Spoiling myself.” Troz shrugged, even though his insides were coiled tight and eager to see their woman. All day he’d anticipated being with her to the point he’d had trouble focusing on work. “I plan to eat the treat
off
her.”

He’d heated the chocolate between his palms the other night and ate it off her, too. She’d climaxed beneath his tongue more than once. Troz was eager to see how she reacted to the cool treat on her body.

“Delightful idea.” Lyx rose to his feet as Troz pushed open the door to the bathing chamber.

Their water sprite reclined in the healing pink water, the liquid not quite touching her tight nipples. With her eyes closed, her head rested on the back of the tub.

At the sight of her, elation rolled through Troz. He’d never experienced such excitement over being in the presence of another. Sinking into her body was exquisite, but he
needed
to know more about the woman beneath the surface.

“Angel.” At the sound of his voice, her eyelashes slid upward. Her eyes were tipped at the right slant that she came across as drowsy and fucking sexy at the same time. He sat on the edge of the tub beside her and swirled his fingers in the water.

“Troz.” A smile tilted her lips. Was she pleased to see him? A trill of hope twisted through his gut, and his heartbeat sprinted with the possibility. But she’d only been with them four days—five if he counted the evening of her purchase—not nearly enough time for her to acclimate to them completely. “How was work today?”

“Boring.” More convoluted than normal, and he’d been distracted with the memory of her climaxing.

“Now who’s lying?” The glimmer in her eyes told him she teased.

A playful Sanja could soften him in ways that would terrify him. Troz’s chest ached with his desire to pamper her. How had she grown so important to him in only a matter of days? “I cannot lie. Why would you want to know about my day?”

As Lyx sat on the tub at her feet, her eyes clouded for a heartbeat. Troz despised knowing he’d been the one to ruin her playfulness.

She looked away and patted her palms on the top of the water. “You want me to accept my place here…with you two. I’m trying, Troz. I thought that was something I should ask. If you’d prefer I not inquire of your day, then I won’t.”

“Do you really wish to
know
?” Lyx inquired, as he snagged her left ankle and removed it from the water to anchor her foot just above his knee. He plied his fingers to the soles of her feet.

She licked her lips, and her eyes closed as an erotic moan exited her closed mouth. “That’s heavenly, Lyx.”

A dozen crass thoughts trampled through Troz’s mind, but he bit them all back, as Lyx continued the massage. His spouse chuckled and shot him a hot glance.

“Yes.” She licked her lips again and peered at Troz. “Yes, I want to know how your day was.”

At any other moment, he would’ve been comforted by her interest because it would mean she acknowledged her new life, maybe even conceded to his dominance, but he was a realist and knew that not to be the case here. Sanja hadn’t fully submitted to either of them,
that
he knew with certainty. He suspected she inquired about his days because she wanted to appease him. It still sufficed as a victory in Troz’s book if for no other reason than she made small talk like she would in a relationship of her choosing. Baby steps. That’s all it took to strip away her resistance, and he was nothing if not patient. “My day was uneventful. I counted the hours until I could return to you and Lyx.”

She bit the corner of her bottom lip and stared at him as if she couldn’t gauge his seriousness.

“You’ve given up on your mother’s rescue?” She glanced at Lyx when he asked the question. Whatever went on in her head, Lyx presented a tense smile. “As I suspected. You’re only
half
trying to accept your lot.”

Eyes focused on the foot that Lyx massaged, she attempted to free her foot, but he held tight. She settled for taking a deep breath. “I….”

“I understand.” She glanced at Troz. Any attempt was better than none. At least she wasn’t fighting them. Neither had she rejected them at any point when they instigated sex. She’d gone into the acts willingly and enjoyed herself. “You’re accepting your captivity better than I did.”

In time she’ll accept her new life with us
.

“I wish I fought you harder.” He could see the honesty in her gaze. The trembling of her bottom lip told him more. She despised herself for acquiescing without a fight.

Time to change the topic. “I’ve performed some Intel on the football boys who abused you.”

Sanja yanked her foot out of Lyx’s hold and sat up. Water sloshed over the rim. “Which football boys?”

The panic creasing the corners of her eyes indicated she knew exactly which ones he referred to.

“The ones who took bets on your virginity,” Lyx clarified, his tone dry, but Troz could imagine his serious expression. Neither of them was amused by the juvenile behavior of the football players. She wouldn’t give them the necessary facts, so he’d sent a demon to gain information for him.

“I’m in possession of a few names.” Before his vengeance was complete, he’d acquire the remaining names from the others. John Palmers. Michael Wheaton. Peter Staton. And Joey Delgado. They were the starting four on his list. Each would receive comeuppance in various ways. With promises of unending torture, they’d sing the names of the others involved in the bet.

Her breasts jiggled when her breath hitched. “Please don’t hurt them. That was ages ago. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need or require punishment for this. I—”

I require punishment
.

Troz placed his thumb against her lip, silencing her. What he planned to mete out wasn’t punishment, but rather…. “
Justice
is already set into motion.”

She talked over his thumb. “You can stop it.”

He removed his digit from her lips. “I won’t.” Tears welled in her eyes, and that infuriated him. “You would cry for the men that humiliated you?”

“They were just
teenagers
, Troz!” That she escalated her voice now in the face of his anger, stunned him. Even Lyx knew when to back down. “Teenagers do stupid stuff all the time.”

“That doesn’t vindicate their behavior.” None of them had become upstanding citizens in society either. One was currently incarcerated for murder. Another beat his wife, the third laundered money from his employer, and the fourth a deadbeat father who refused to support his four children, all by different mothers.

“At least if one of them had collected on that bet, I would’ve given myself to him
willingly
.”

Left unsaid was that she hadn’t willingly given herself to them.

He ground his teeth together and felt his talons elongate. “Tread carefully, Sanja.”

“Chose your words wisely, my sex-pet.” His spouse’s voice had darkened.

She shot a shaky glance at Lyx. A moment later, she elevated her chin and met Troz’s stare head-on. “With them I wouldn’t have been
raped
.”

Troz almost struck her, but at the last moment remembered her fragility and managed to refrain his instinct. Instead, he hauled her out of the tub by her armpits and put his face in hers. “You’d have been dry if I’d raped you, instead of wet.”

She blanched.

“And we wouldn’t have given two fucks about your pleasure, just shoved our dicks in you and used you. We’d have gotten off on your pain and dominating you. Imagine how different your first time would’ve been if we hadn’t given a fuck about your comfort.”

Sanja swallowed and licked her lips.

He’d give her credit for maintaining eye contact. Seasoned warriors had quelled under his glare. After a long moment, she opened her mouth to reply, but Fairy cleared her throat behind them. “My lords…your parents have requested your presence.”

Worst fucking time for an interruption. Their family was known for their bad timing and lack of calling ahead.

Troz hadn’t heard Fairy’s arrival, and normally when she opened a portal he could detect the trill of the demonic doorway. A dangerous situation to be vulnerable to his emotions.

He looked at Lyx. “Effective immediately I’m canceling their entrance into our home without our verbal consent.”

Lyx nodded and stood, crossing his arms over his chest. “Which parents?”

“Both, my lord.”

“Fuck.” Lyx stormed across the room. “I’ll get rid of them.”

“Lyx….” His spouse’s footsteps halted, but Troz continued to stare at Sanja. “I’m sure they’re curious over our new acquisition.”

She winced, making it evident she despised the reminder they owned her.

There’s not a damn thing she can do about our ownership but suck up her emotions and get on with her life. Deal with it
, he wanted to tell her
.

He elevated his eyebrows. Water cascaded off her body and puddled on the floor. He shoved a towel in her hands. “Let’s introduce our sex-slave to them. Maybe she’ll enlighten them to how often we’ve
raped
her.”

Lyx’s eyebrows drew together, and creases grooved along his forehead. “Very well. I’ll greet them. You bring Sanja when you’re done here.”

Troz inclined his head, but when he faced Sanja she remained in a circle of water without having made any effort to dry off. “Hurry. Or I’ll introduce you to them bare-ass naked.”

That kick started her into action. Once most of the moisture was eradicated, he snatched the cloth from her hands and tossed it on the floor. He all but dragged her into the bedroom.

As he tossed an aqua colored
hakurm
outfit at her, she said, “I’m—”

“Do
not
say you’re sorry. We both know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Troz.” For the first time her voice demonstrated her fear with a slight quiver. “You want the truth, but then you’re pissed off when I give it to you.”

“Get. Dressed.”

Much too slowly she pulled the loose skirt on, but the filmy material gave him glimpses of her legs. “How would you have felt if your captor forced sex on you?”

“I would’ve killed him slower than I did.”

Eyes widening at that admission, she hugged the blouse between her breasts and gulped. “But I’m supposed to be okay with it? Just accept it because you and Lyx tell me to? Because you say your rape isn’t technically rape because I’m a human.”