Vice's Domination [Demon Twins 2] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (8 page)

“Do ye like this, ma pet?”
Vice’s dark voice entered her head.

She tossed her head and thrashed wildly, vexing the beast beneath them even as he curbed it. Each flex of his thighs as he bridled the fidgeting animal made her long for his cock within her. “Oh, yes, Master.” She was mere strokes away from erupting with pleasure.

“Good, then ye willnae disobey me again.” His controlled voice, tight with restraint, was all the warning he gave as his hands slipped away.

Bitter disappointment raced through her unsatisfied body, and she mewled. The void his abandonment left in his wake was filled with a deep, raw, physical pain. Claudia drew her body into the closest fetal position she could manage in the restricting position.
God, I think I’m dying.
Every part of her throbbed and ached with need.

“Relax, sweetling.” Vice spoke softly as he petted her hair. “It is cruel, I know, but I will have your obedience.”

Claudia panted as she tried to gather her scattered senses. She would give him anything he wanted so long as he released her from this hell. A pitiful cry fell from her lips as she felt thick, coarse fabric being draped over her shoulders. Her wail of despair got her nothing but silence. He would never finish what he started now. With a strong grip, he picked her up until she was forced to throw her one foot over the saddle. Claudia fell back against the strong wall of his chest as his arms looped around her.

“Sleep, my dearling. I will see you home.”

His heart hammered against her back, giving testimony that he was not entirely unaffected, and that he was not made of cold, cruel stone. “I said I was sorry,” she mumbled beneath her breath.

“And now I’m sure you actually mean it.”

She caught a glimpse of Troy dismounting and beginning to put out her very large fire. Her face burned with embarrassment. Not only did he have to witness her shame, but he had to clean up her mess as well. She shuffled against Vice. “I should help Troy.”

Troy surprised her by chuckling softly before Vice could respond. “I’ll get my due.”

I’ll bet.
Claudia harrumphed.
As if this humiliation is not enough.
Snidely, she tossed over her shoulder as Vice wheeled their mount around, “Don’t forget my boots and panties.”

His roar of laughter followed them as the horse bolted. She wondered if Troy would come visit her tonight. Would his punishment be more appeasing then Vice’s ironclad control? A shiver ran through her body.

But Vice quickly stamped out her fledgling hope. “You will remain in your bedroom, alone, for the duration of this night.” His tone lowered ominously. “I don’t want you forgetting this lesson easily.”

Claudia moped silently. This was going to be a long night. And the stiff leather saddle chafing against her bare pussy lips wasn’t helping one damn bit.

Chapter 4

The next morning Claudia hurried to the dining room, praying everyone had not left. Last night she’d heard the men’s voices until late. She presumed from their loud haggling and hoots of laughter they’d spent the night playing cards and drinking heavily. At some time between cursing that the unfeeling bastards choked and devising a plan to draw the attention of one of them, Troy or Neil, she’d fallen asleep.

She skidded to a halt as soon as she spotted Neil finishing a cup of coffee. He rose to leave. She panicked. “What’s the hurry, Neil? Join me for another cup of coffee.”

Neil pulled up his cuff and glanced at his watch. “Sorry, love, but I’m already running late.” His lips lifted at the corners into an adorable smile. “Besides, how can I be sure you won’t somehow get lost again while under my care?”

Claudia flushed as she gave all her attention to the teapot. “I hope I didn’t cause trouble for you.”

Neil stepped behind her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I spent the whole night with a throbbing erection, but Vice made sure we all passed out before he did. So I’d say I paid my penance.”

“I guess now I owe you double. Stay home and we’ll see what we can arrange.”

Neil chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. “Sounds very tempting, but I’d rather wait until I can have you for the whole night.”

Claudia sighed as he promptly turned on his heels and left. She was just contemplating what she would do for the rest of the day when Troy strolled in. “Howdy. Hope you brought my stuff back in one piece.” It was cruel to tease him.

He shook his head as he sat beside her. “Vice was right. Your punishment was not nearly harsh enough.”

Claudia gasped in outrage. “That was beyond evil. I couldn’t get off that bubble of need Vice had placed me in the entire night.” She narrowed her eyes. “You think it’s funny. Damn painful is what it is.”

“Don’t I know it? Damn, Claudia, you had us all serving sentence with you.” His quiet laughter still laced his voice. “You weren’t scared at all last night, were you? Not before we arrived and certainly not after.”

Hell no.
She’d been trying to soothe Vice’s ruffled feathers, but the man obviously knew her well. He sat upon his horse with a storm swirling around him as though he’d just unleashed the demons of hell. It had not taken a brain surgeon to know she’d have to do some fancy footwork. Unfortunately, she’d never been good at dancing. “Why should I have been afraid? As I pointed out, I was never in any real danger.”

“Even at the mercy of Vice?” Troy ran his finger along her jawline. “You are either very brave or extremely foolhardy.”

Claudia blushed at what she supposed was an offhanded, undecided compliment. She was only as brave as nature allowed her to be.
As for foolhardy?
She was still here wasn’t she? “I just don’t scare easily.” So what was another lie to the mountain she was industriously building? She’d been trembling in her boots until Vice had so expertly redirected her fears and pain toward unbelievable desire. She still could not understand how that deadly concoction of strong emotions had mixed to form such a driving force of pure, unashamed need.

Troy leaned over and nuzzled her throat as he whispered tenderly. “You shouldn’t lie. Your pulse thumps just here”—he licked the throbbing vein—“when you do.”

Claudia caught his head and whispered brazenly. “It is not only lies that make my blood pound.” And it wasn’t. This man was driving her insane with his enveloping heat and just-showered scent. He was all man and entirely too attractive this early in the morning. What else was a woman to do? She kissed him.

Troy responded immediately. His arms looped around her, bringing her hard against his full, stiff form. Claudia went willingly, praying he would not leave her wanting. His tongue was a belt of fire that was whipping her into submission. The hard length of his erection was stabbing into her middle, demanding her attention. She stroked his cock through the thin fabric of his suit trousers.

“Damn, woman. If you do that again I’m going to fuck you right here on this table, and the servants be damned.” Claudia groaned as she challenged him with another hot caress. Troy caught her hand with a growl and pushed her back into her own chair. “Vice hasn’t left yet. He won’t appreciate seeing us fucking on his dining table for breakfast.”

Pouting in disappointment, Claudia was about to offer that they go to her room when she decided it would not be wise. “I don’t want to tick Vice off again. God only knows what he’ll do to me this time.” She certainly didn’t want to spend another night in that lonely hell he’d banished her to. And there was no way she was willing to test him. The man had unbending authority that defied the laws of nature.

Troy grinned simply. “So you have learnt something.”

Claudia’s mind was still contemplating Vice’s unyielding dominance. The man’s control was complete. She’d seen it in wild horses. Most submitted eventually to the trainer’s hand, but a few would gladly accept insanity over surrender. Vice was such a man. She chewed her toast uncertainly. “Troy? I was wondering about that chain Vice keeps. What is its purpose?”

Troy’s eyes widened, much like Neil’s had done when she’d broached the subject with him. “You’ve seen it?”

Claudia nodded. “He said it was from his mother. There something strange about the pendant, though. It holds some sort of power, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sure Vice has told you whatever he feels you have a right to know.”

She was fucking the man. By her estimation she damn sure was entitled to a whole more then the hogwash he’d fed her so far. “Oh come on, Troy. I refuse to be part of some fanatical sexual fantasy you guys have managed to conjure up. That piece of silver has something to do with sex. I felt it. I won’t be a mindless experimental lab rat.”

Troy’s emerald eyes bore into her. “But you are not mindless, are you, Claudia? You are not being controlled and manipulated.”

Claudia tapped her fingers on the table impatiently. “That is beside the point.” She drew in a deep breath. There was no telling how much these men confided in each other. Well, If Troy was shocked by what she was about to reveal, then so be it. But he wasn’t taking one step out that door without her getting explanations. “For God’s sake, Troy, Vice can speak into my mind.” No reaction. It could still be shock. “He sends these sexual commands into my head without his lips even moving. Don’t tell me I’m hallucinating. I know my mind, and that man has been visiting it like it’s some goddamn play park.”

“Calm down, Claudia. You’re becoming hysterical.”

Damn right, so spit it out, Troy.
“If you don’t talk up then you can bet your sexy ass I’m going to ask each and every person I come across until I
do
get some answers.”

“Okay, dammit.” Troy’s fingers furrowed into his neatly combed hair, mussing the glorious mane to disarray. “I’ll tell you what you want to know if you can answer a question of mine. Truthfully, Claudia, no less will be acceptable.”

Claudia nodded, tongue-in-cheek. The predominant deceit she protected was her nonmarital status.
God, please don’t ask me that.

“When Vice ‘commands,’ as you call it, in your head do you follow his instruction to the letter without pause?”

Sighing in relief that her secret was still safe, Claudia shook her head. “I wouldn’t call it controlling me to such a point that I cannot think for myself. He…mm… prods.”

“Are you able to defy these so called ‘prods,’ or are you powerless to comply?”

“That’s two questions, Troy.”

“Can you resist, Claudia? Answer me honestly, and I will tell you what you want to know. Has Vice ever had complete control of you?”

Claudia thought about the two times he’d instructed her to undress, at their first meeting and last might. She had defied him, at least to a degree. Hadn’t his eyes flared up in surprise? Then there was her virginal-ass-fucking incident. Hadn’t he been forced to gentle her with soothing words when his forced nonverbal seduction had not worked? “No. There wasn’t a time when he manipulated me entirely. There was nothing done that I could not have stopped or wanted to, especially”—she blushed as she continued—“not my orgasms he seems to control.”

Troy leaned back in his chair and stared at her incredulously. “So each time you submitted willfully. There was never any forcing.”

“I’ve already told you. I allowed whatever happened between us, all of us, because I wanted it to. No one made me do anything.”

“Unbelievable.” Troy whistled softly. “I think you may just be the one he’s been waiting for.”

Whoa
. If anyone had been doing the waiting, it was her. For heaven’s sake did nobody notice that she was close to half a century old? “Whatever you’re thinking, you better unthink it fast. I’m not ‘waiting for’ material.”

Troy grabbed her in a hug. “You’ll never know how relieved I am that you exist.”

Was he pleased that she’d been born?
How phenomenal
. These Scottish men sure had the strangest compliments. “Well, thank you, I think. I’m also glad I exist.”

“You don’t understand, Claudia.” He drew her closer and kissed her soundly.

She pushed him away. “Then explain so I can understand.”

“You’re right about your suspicion. Vice is different. He can speak into the minds of women. But no other could resist him until you.” He slapped the table as he laughed boisterously. “Dang, girl, you’re just the one he needs to break the spell.”

Spell?
“Don’t go spinning some Scottish half-baked folklore now, Troy.”

His voice dropped conspiringly. “Vice could control any lass he chose from an early age. Of course, as a youngster he went for the college, double-D-cup-size-breasted girls. But this power in him was not easily appeased. His bodily needs became far more advanced than his age that even I sometimes can’t believe he’s just thirty-three. His taste in women matured and grew much like the women themselves.”

Claudia pressed her lips together. That explained the odd weight and age requirements. She could not be sure if this information pleased her or made her uneasy. But there was no denying Vice exercised his mind and body in a more proficient and mature manner than his age suggested.