Demon Spelled (4 page)

Eyes closed, she nodded, trust a fickle thing at the moment.

“Watch me.”

“Why?” She kept her eyes closed.

“Because I ask it, and because I want to see your eyes as I touch you.”

She licked her lips as their gazes padlocked.

Her thighs quivered when the fingers of his right hand touched her, and then the razor glided over her skin in slow wisps. He whisked the shaver in the water and went back to work, meeting her eyes randomly, either to ensure she watched or because he wanted to gauge her thoughts. She had no idea. And at the moment she no longer cared. If he’d give her a minute alone, she’d eliminate the need he stirred inside her.

The last stroke of the razor came, and he plunked the gadget in the sink. She’d never even shaved her bikini area before. Except for the inverted triangle of hair he’d left, she felt bare and exposed.

Lyx wet a washcloth—made of some unknown material, she elected not to think of the possibilities of its skin-looking composition—and pressed the fabric to her pussy. As he massaged the warm cloth against her flesh, he leaned close enough his breath puffed against her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sanja. Everything about you turns me on, from your fantastic breasts, the roundness of your belly”—she’d been called chunky before, so she squirmed self-consciously beneath his touch which heated her flesh—“and especially the wet jewel between your legs.” He licked her bottom lip as he used his thumb to drag the washcloth across her swollen clit and along her entrance.

Shocked at the touch, she grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, with her hips rocking against his material coated hand. His eyes flashed, and a grin stretched his lips. Would his mouth feel as delectable against her flesh as his hand did?

Where had that thought come from?

Becoming all business again, he swept her off the countertop and plunked her into the steamy tub. The pink water beaded on her skin as if it held an oily texture, but it felt like Earthly water. Having her recline in the tub, he washed her hair first, scrubbing her scalp and relaxing her.

“Stand.”

No thought to disobey, she stood, the water dripped like beads of baby oil down her body. Instead of using a washcloth, Lyx washed her with his hands. His wet, soapy palms slid over her shoulders and arms, down her back, and along the curve of her ass. Down the back of her legs and back up to her rounded bottom where his digits slipped through the crack, his fingertip probing the tight bud of her body.

Erica would’ve collapsed if she hadn’t caught the edges of the tub, but that served his purpose since it left her bent over and the rounded globes of her ass exposed to him. He took advantage of her position. She experienced a slight stinging as he pushed a finger into her and past the tight ring. The pain evaporated as he thrust his finger all the way inside.

She should’ve complained, should’ve made at the very least a weak attempt to protest, but objecting never crossed her mind until
after
he infiltrated her ass.

“You feel different than a demon. I imagine you will feel different here, too.” His thumb circled the entrance to her pussy.

She shook her head hard, the wet skeins of her hair clinging to her body. If he put his fingers there, she’d implode.

“You’re so close to the edge, I’d make you come if Troz were present.”

She so wanted that, but shouldn’t! When had they had a chance to work their demonic mojo on her to loosen her morals?

“I won’t deprive him of watching you climax. Stand up, Sanja.”

Legs feeling noodle strong, she miraculously managed to elevate into a standing position. He fucked her ass with his finger, the oiliness of the water easing his movements. His penetration felt so good, so different than she’d have imagined, when pain was all she’d been certain she’d have. She wanted him to stop. Needed him to keep going.

“Lyx, please….” But she had no idea what she wanted from him. Palming one of her breasts, she pinched the nipple, while her other hand found his shoulder. She could feel his stare, intense and as powerful as a Taser. Bravery escaping her, she didn’t dare open her eyes and meet his regard.

“Say that again.”

“Please.”

“No, my name.”

“Lyx.” She made the mistake of opening her eyes. His orange irises eradicated his green pupils. Over his shoulder she spied Troz entering the room.

“Do you like the feel of my finger in your ass?”

I don’t want to.

“It’s a yes or no question.” Troz moved closer, his presence intense. His straight black hair fell to his shoulders. The silver swirls on the left side of his face and corresponding shoulder, bowed like veins. Hieroglyphs were scratched into his left rib cage. His odd-material slacks drooped low, exposing a black goody trail from his navel into his pants. A gold belt held his pants in place. Both demons wore matching gold bracelets. The necklace around Troz’s neck looked as if it’d been melted into his skin. “Yes or no, Sanja.” Troz used his finger to notch her head back and meet his black-as-sin eyes.

Feeling drugged by their presence, the thought to lie never entered her mind, so she whispered, “I wish I didn’t.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Her ass is tight.” Lyx thrust his finger deep into her. “She’ll have a difficult time accepting me here in the beginning.”

“You’ll claim her virginity, then,” Troz said, his focus so penetrating she couldn’t look away. “I want her to climax.”

Lyx added a second finger. Considering the size of his hands, she was thankful he gave her time to adjust and pushed into her slow. Even so, her breathing stuttered at the pleasure-pain of his intrusion.

“I bathed her free of any human diseases.” Lyx grazed her hip with his teeth. “We’re safe.”

So that was the reason for the bath
. They could’ve just said as much.

“Keep your hand on his shoulder.” Troz shifted her other hand off her breast and onto his shoulder. Two fingers hooked to the back of her right knee, and he repositioned her foot to the edge of the bathtub. Her new placement opened her for Lyx, and his fingers burst through the snug ring of her ass. She winced, but the fantastic fullness of him slipping deeper diminished the pain.

Troz skimmed his fingertips through the oily water. They brushed up the inside of her leg that was anchored on the side of the tub. His touch flicked along her tender folds, and she whimpered at his teasing. A digit abruptly entered her pussy. Her mouth dropped on a silent groan as he tangled the fingers of his other hand in her hair and positioned her head so he could stare directly into her eyes.

Lyx fucked her ass with his two enormous fingers, as Troz fucked her pussy with one.
Where is the pain?
Humiliation should be burning through her as well, but she felt no shame at experiencing pleasure at the hands of her captors. Her reaction made little sense. These men thought they owned her because they’d paid for her.

“Her pussy’s so soft, Lyx, she’ll be a delight to sink our cocks into. We’ll be able to ride her for a long time before we blow.”

God, the dirty talk. It shouldn’t be erotic, but…it made her wetter. And Troz noticed, at least she thought that was why he smiled, presenting straight white teeth. His thumb flicked across her clit, and she trembled, liquid rushing from her body. A half dozen more glides of the pad against her clitoris and she climaxed. Hard enough she lost all control of her body. She went limp against Troz. Anchored to him by the hand in her hair, he fucked her harder with his finger, going deeper with each thrust, extending her orgasm by long, intense seconds.

Lyx’s fingers in her ass slowed as she clenched around him, both of them to blame for prolonging her release.

Troz halted when he brushed against the membrane that verified her virginity. He kissed her, and she clung to him, returning the embrace, as his forked tongue stroked against hers.

Erica grunted into Troz’s mouth when Lyx removed his fingers.

Troz nipped her bottom lip and soothed the sting away with his tongue. “Is your ass sore after Lyx’s finger-fucking?”

Heat scorched her cheeks. “A little.”

She heard Lyx shift, his hand gliding over her skin as he rose to his feet beside them.

“Lyx, the seller will arrive momentarily with my purchases for her.” Troz’s knuckles brushed her cheek. “Will you oil her ass with
aloehna
?” Erica had no idea what that was, and before she could ask, he went on. “She’ll lose her virginity in both holes tonight. Probably in this one, too.” His thumb skimmed her lips.

She tried to shake her head, but the hand clenched in her hair halted her movement.

Troz’s fingers tightened, and his disapproval pinched his mouth. “Have you sucked another man’s dick?” He looked ready to kill someone over the concept.

“No.” The word was nothing more than a rush of breath. She’d have lied if necessary, but it was the truth. “I-I just…I’m not ready for all that.”

“My advice, get ready. Fast.” Troz abruptly released her and walked out of the bathroom, the door slamming behind him.

Their hot and cold receptions perplexed her. Troz had been so gentle and warm as he gave her the best orgasm of her life. Then he’d turned abrupt and cool before breezing out of the room. Tears burned her eyes, as she struggled to process their moods.

Lyx offered her his hand and assisted her out of the tub. In silence, he dried her off.

“Did I…?” She shook her head. “Never mind.”

“What is it, my sex-pet?”

She frowned and fought the tremble of her bottom lip. Those final two words were a bitter reminder of her current hated status. Not special, just a purchase they planned to use to their delight. And she’d given them free rein over her body moments before without even a weak protest. Only a whore allowed herself to be used like that. Or someone hexed.

When they tired of her, how would they discard her? After she grew accustomed to the preferable lifestyle of a
sex-pet
—she mentally spat the offensive word—would they turn her over to another demon to become the common existence of a slave?

Why do I care when I want to go home
? But she did care. The ache in her breastbone implied she cared more than she comprehended. Cared more than she wanted. More than she should. Damn sure more than made sense.

“Where are my clo-clothes?” Her voice broke on the final word, infuriating her.
Gawd
, she felt like a hormonal teen.

Lyx flung the towel aside. Two seconds later he had her face cupped between hands with taloned fingers. That he could retract them at will unnerved her. “You
are
more than a mere pet. We will cherish you all of our lives. You’ll bear our children, and we hope you’ll want to be a part of their lives.”

Would a child with Lyx have purple skin like him? She shook the errant thought away. She’d be long gone before they impregnated her.

“I’m a sex-pet.” Erica practically spat the final word out. “I have no rights, no dignity…no one required to show me respect.” Thanks to her mother’s eccentrics, she’d lived with ridicule all her life. Why should her status be any different in the demon realm? Expecting and hoping for more, planning to get out of her small backwoods Southern Alabama town had been aspirations she should’ve known were beyond her capability.

“I will kill every one of them who treated you like that.”

“
Stop
reading my mind!”

“Stop projecting your thoughts.” Lyx made a circular motion against her temple with his talon, and she stilled at the sudden calm the movement elicited. “You’ll receive respect or I’ll slice the skin off the offender with these.” He placed the tips of his claws against her cheek while continuing the circular pattern against her temple with his other hand. “You are
our
sex-pet. That’s a privilege and a highly esteemed position in Baal. You belittle yourself thinking otherwise, and I won’t tolerate it. Troz won’t allow it.”

“Can’t control my thoughts.” Not only did she feel like a hormonal teen with her emotions whacked out, but now she sounded like one, too.

Lyx
tsked
her. “I’ve barely met you, and already I cannot imagine my future without you.” He lowered his hands, and she knew that statement for what it was. A lie. At this point, he’d say anything to humor her. “Believe it or not, you’re not only the most cherished person in Baal, but also the most envied.”

Erica rolled her eyes. “Cocky much?”

He chuckled. “I have reason to be. Now, what was your earlier question?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

He simply stared at her, waiting for an answer.

Erica sighed. “Did I displease Troz somehow?”

“Would it bother you if you had?”

“I…I don’t know. Depends on what it concerned I guess.”

“No, he wasn’t displeased with you. Just the opposite. You climaxed in his arms, and he would’ve preferred to have been inside you rather than attend a meeting. Come, we have things to complete.” He took her hand and led her from the room.