Vice's Domination [Demon Twins 2] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (5 page)

“What if?” Troy seized her dress on her other thigh. “Then they will witness what they’ve come to see, corps de ballet bow before the one whose body deserves worshipping.”

Claudia panicked as the bands of the black buckles against dark suspenders were revealed. “I can’t do this.” She shivered as she whispered the words.

“What are you afraid of?” Troy leaned closer until his breath fanned against her lips. “Passion? Lust? Hunger?”

All of those things.
“I fear…” Her gaze shot once again to the surrounding crowds.

“An audience?” Troy’s lips were warm and smooth. “They can see nothing. However, if by chance any do spy us, how can they blame us when such a ripe, tasty morsel is inflaming our cocks with liquid fire? Just know that we will not leave you wanting.”

Claudia sighed into his mouth as it claimed her. His tongue dove in, hungrily seeking her deepest, darkest secrets. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get closer to him. Neil would not allow it, however.

He held her pinned as he slowly lowered the convenient elastic sleeves down her shoulder. “This time I will not be deprived of seeing.” He tugged until only her sheer shift covered her breasts. “Beautiful.” Claudia jerked in her chair as his hand covered her breast. He plucked and tweaked her erect nipple through the thin fabric. “This time I won’t be denied your taste.” His hot mouth latched onto her straining nipple, wetting the obstructing fabric immediately. Claudia broke free of Troy’s kiss to gaze down at the head of flaming red as he suckled hungrily at her breasts.

Her apprehensive glance once again perused the crowds even as her fingers clutched possessively at his fiery locks. The thrill of being caught, watched sent an electric current of excitement through her. “This is too much.” She panted harshly as Neil moved to lave attention of her depraved nipple.

“It isn’t nearly enough.” Troy’s heated whisper had her redirecting her focus to him. He lifted her dress all the way until her uncovered pussy was gloriously revealed. The flaring within his smoldering green eyes showed her his appreciation for her daring lack of panties. “God, honey if I’d known you had nothing under that dress, I would have fucked you in the car.”

Claudia bit down the scream as he ran a finger up the sinful straps holding her stockings up. He pulled on the flexible band and allowed it to fall back into place with a loud, stinging snap. Claudia convulsed so violently at the blissful pain that raced up her thigh that Neil had to sink his teeth into her nipple to stay latched on. All the confusing signals, with watching Troy torture her nether region, and Neil feast of her bosom, as well as the frantic glances she kept tossing at the surrounding hordes of people, sent Claudia mind spinning into a dizzying void. The different stimulations, biting, sucking, and stinging pain as Troy pulled on the other suspender, cruelly collided into a single driving force—need. There had to be an escape from this tension within her. There had to be release.

As if sensing the shriek building in her, Troy once again sealed her mouth and swallowed her lusty cries. Neil pulled her shift up, and the heat of his hands and mouth directly on her skin sent shards of chaotic impulses straight to her throbbing pussy. She lifted her ass urgently, begging for Troy’s hovering hand to touch her. “Please,” she panted in his mouth.

“Please what, sweet Claudia? You want me to fuck you with my fingers? My cock?” He smacked her pulsating cunt lips with a controlled cupped hand. “Or do you want me to suck your minge until your cries drown out the orchestra?”

Everything.
She wanted everything he had to offer. She wanted to feel his fingers deep in her pussy. She needed his cock to extinguish the flames within her. But now she needed something more erotically wicked. She clamped her thighs together in desperation.

“What? Say it, Claudia,” Troy demanded softly in her ear as he bit the sensitive lobes.

“Eat me, dammit.” There. She’d said it. It was a liberating experience having her desire aired verbally. “Eat my pussy, Troy.”

Troy drew back with a satisfied smile. “I said you would demand.”

“You said you would deliver.” Claudia was past the point of senseless teasing. She grabbed his still-damp hair and pushed his head down between her spread thighs.

His hot chuckle vibrated through her oversensitized clit. His breath heated her as he spoke. “Silence her, Neil.”

In one smooth move, Neil grabbed her hair and took her mouth with a feral kiss. His tongue stroked just once before she felt Troy’s tongue do the same below. Her delighted mewls remained trapped as Neil ruthlessly imprisoned her lips. Troy was on his knees, spreading her cunt lips wide open. Her thighs slammed together, capturing his head in a death hold as his wet tongue ran the length of her secret valley. He growled and sucked her taut bud hard. On and on he ravaged her with his tormenting tongue as she writhed and moaned wantonly.

Neil clasped restraining fingers on her puckered nipples and pinched them with painful admonition. “Behave, you wild filly.”

Troy’s thick fingers suddenly slipped into her soaked pussy as he continued to lap at her swollen bud. Each flick of his hot tongue sent welcoming juices down her constricting channels. It was too much. It was more than she’d ever experienced before. Yet it was not enough.

“They arenae enough for ye, ma greedy slave.”

The dark, husky voice cut into her mind and had her wailing her desperate affirmation. “Vice.”

Neil drew back as her mind spiraled wildly. He nibbled at her jaw line, sending more delightful sensations through her as his prickly bristles chafed against her softness. “He is here, Claudia. Call to your Master.”

“Where?” She searched frantically. “How?”

“Straight ahead. The first-level pier directly opposite us.”

Claudia’s eyes squinted into the dimness until she spotted him. Vice stood rigidly, leaning against his balustrade, a lone figure within a storm of emotions swirling around them. The glint of glass showed that he watched through a pair of opera binoculars.

“Call to him, Claudia. He will come.”

“I can’t. How?” Her brain scrambled with urgent need. Her climax was so close, and yet it eluded like water held in her hands. The more she tried the further her orgasm fled.

“Do it, Claudia. I can’t wait to sink my cock into your fanny.”

Claudia didn’t know how to call Vice to her. She could scream. Should she gesture. Would he hear her whispered plea? She stared directly at him, allowing her eyes to clearly show her desperation.
Come to me, Master. Oh, come quickly. I’m about to explode, and I need you.

* * * *

Everything stilled within Vice. Every minute of Claudia’s submission to his friends had been glorious to watch. The milky whiteness of her skin glowed as Neil had suckled at her dark nipples. He could see the deep shadowed valley as Troy ravaged her bushy minge with his fingers and mouth. The sight of her partially exposed body beneath shimmering crimson and a wickedly enticing garter belt and stockings had sent heated blood pounding into his raging cock.
Fuck
. He loved voyeurism, seeing the bouncing and flexing of a woman’s breasts and flesh as men rammed their cocks into her pussy, ass, or mouth. But this woman demanded his participation like no other had previously done. His already-straining muscles clenched violently at the glowing need visible in Claudia’s eyes. She was staring straight at him and into him, and he was as powerless as a moth drawn to a brilliant flame. He moved.

When overcome with sufficient desire to do so, or, as in this case, consuming need for fulfillment, he could move at inhumane speeds. He was at the curtained entrance of their box within minutes. He stepped in silently, absorbing the energy and scents that accompanied lust and sex. It was overpowering. He was its slave just as he reigned as Master. His feet moved of their own accord to the fair figure arched over the chair. He did not know if his cock would maintain its stiff erection, or whether he would taint this innocent with his dark power, but he was helpless to resist. He growled deep in his throat as he touched her smooth back.

Her eyes flew open. “You came.”

“How could I not, my luscious slave?” He caught her head and bent it to best accept his demanding kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair as he tilted and twisted her around passionately.

Claudia pushed away the two men, who’d been ardently delighting her body, to focus solely on him. Vice wanted so badly to
push
his demands into her mind, but he was afraid she would respond. That would make her no different from the rest. She would become his mindless mannequin, and he’d be left unfulfilled. He instructed Troy instead. “Get on the floor where no one can witness our fucking.”

Troy rolled to the plush carpet, pulling his kilt up as he went. Vice caught Claudia’s jaw in a tight grip. “You owe him for sucking your sweet pussy, my pet. You did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

Claudia nodded shyly, and Vice was reminded of her naivety despite her advanced age. “Then let him fuck the pussy he has pleasured so well.”

Dutifully, Claudia went to the floor. As she knelt, Vice unzipped the long dress and drew the material carefully off her. He draped the length neatly across the back of the chair before slowly pulling off her chemise as well. God, she looked like an exotic wild creature with the black garter belt and sheer stockings. Her hair was an open mass of unruly curls. Patches of deep ruby stained her porcelain skin with flushes of arousal. He stilled her fingers as they moved to the tiny buckles. Instead, he knelt down and grasped the thin suspenders from behind. Using them as reins, he lifted her ample ass over Troy’s awaiting cock. Claudia hissed as he pushed her down on Troy’s thick, hard length. Troy’s face was etched in silent torment as he lay perfectly still.

At the first sign of her voice escalating, he looked at Neil meaningfully. Neil quickly moved to her side, but as he bent to kiss her, Vice commanded, “My slave owes you for the surrender you brought her earlier.” Neil’s eyes shone with appreciation as he dragged a chair closer. Vice grabbed a fistful of silky golden hair and whispered hotly in Claudia’s ear, “Do you know how to suck a man’s cock?” Her head could shake only a little with his restraining hand. “Now is the time to learn, my sweetling. It’s for your own good. Or do you want everyone to hear your shrill cries?”

He nodded in satisfaction as her eyes widened with understanding. As Neil impatiently sat on the edge of his seat, pulled up his kilt, and fed her his cock, Vice pushed her down the rest of the way on Troy’s shaft.

Neil jerked as she screamed against his cock. “Fuck, baby. Do that again and I’m going to come in your mouth.” He grabbed her hair and began tutoring her on the fine art of blow jobs. “That’s it, sweetheart. Suck harder.” He gritted his teeth. “Fuck yes. Swallow my cock whole.”

Vice leaned over to enjoy Troy’s reaction. His eyes were squeezed shut. Angry veins popped along his throat as he arched back in torture. Vice’s voice darkened as the demon in him prodded Claudia. “See what you do to men. Enjoy this power you hold over them.”

Her back tensed sharply. She obviously was a quick study, because a second later she was grinding her hips over Troy. Her ass lifted and dropped as she cruelly tested Troy’s limit. Gurgling sounds broke free as she deep-throated Neil’s cock. Vice caught her hand and showed her how to cup and taunt Neil’s scrotum as the heavy sacs slapped against her chin.

Vice closed his eyes and allowed the muted moans and groans to wash over him. It had been so long since he’d experienced relief in his loins. His cock raged with a fury, reminding him of the stringent fast it had been forced into. Tendrils of his demon blood within him began to course again and were soon pumping wildly through his veins. Vice threw his head back with a mighty roar as the devil took possession of his soul and body.

He pushed ruthlessly into Claudia’s mind, now uncaring whether she would turn puppet or remain fully coherent. All he knew was the selfish need to stamp his desire on each succulent curve and crease of her body. All he wanted was her surrender, at any and all costs.
“I’m going tae fuck ye in yon bountiful arse, ma slave. Hear yon Master. Obey me.”

* * * *

The rich, heavy brogue flowed into Claudia’s mind. The way his tongue curled over the
R
in the word “arse” made her ass cheeks clench in anticipation. She had just about exploded on the sight of him. Another kilted man. The stygian-black, ruby-red, and navy-blue-kilt had made saliva pool beneath her tongue.

There was no way to answer him with her mouth filled to capacity. Neil sure had a whopper of a dick. It was halfway down her throat, and still her lips had not encountered the base. Troy’s cock was delightfully hard and stretched her pussy mercilessly. He gripped the front of the suspenders, bringing her crashing down on him just as he pumped.

Vice’s thick, callused thumb toyed with her tight virgin hole at her ass. Her panic turned into a savage beast, which made her struggle fiercely against the unfamiliar invasion. “No.”

He continued with his relentless petting as he growled in her mind. A sharp slap landed on her bare ass cheek.
“Obey me, slave.”