Livvy's Devil Dom (3 page)

Sael decided being so
close and personal with her while stark naked and getting harder by the second
might not be the best thing at the moment.
Damn
it, I like it
. With a mental sigh, he closed his eyes and flicked his
wrist.
That's better.
Trackies and a sweatshirt might not be
haut
couture
, but they were a hell of a lot safer. He even gave her knickers.
See through and barely there but knickers nonetheless

Livvy looked at him
and then at herself and wrinkled her nose. "I don't even want to begin to
wonder why I look like I'm off to the gym, albeit in clothes three sizes too
big. If I do, I might just freak and fall apart all over again." She took
the tissue he offered with a smile and
a muttered
thanks. Then she looked pointedly at his trackies where his cock made a tent in
the jersey. "But I think it's a good idea to be dressed, even like this. That
thing has a mind of its own." She gave a watery giggle. "And I'm sorry
I hit you. I don't do violence."

It rather depends on
your definition of violence
. He remembered some interesting bites and scratches she'd left on
him at various times. However this moment wasn't the time to mention them, not
with Livvy cuddled in and compliant. Instead it was the time to back off a bit,
until they could discuss this thing in a rational manner. Sael had no idea how
she'd react to the news he was about to impart.

"Okay, then I
accept
your apology. Now we do need to talk.
First things first.
Will you accept me as your Dom? I'm not
asking twenty-four seven obedience. Hell, we both know that's impossible, and
Livvy-love, you're too independent to go for that. Which I must say suits me
fine. But in," he hesitated, "for want of a better term, in the
bedroom, I need you to be my sub.
And in other important
places.
Well, it's that or
die
."

"Go on." She
looked at her nails. "Persuade me. You don't need to be so melodramatic."

Sael wished he could gauge
her feelings. She sounded as if he was going to recite the phone book to her.
He wasn't, and what he was about to divulge would make or break him.

"Put it this
way, you know when you filled that quiz in your
magazine,
and said never, ever in public?"

"Yes,
why?”
Her voice was wary.

"That's part of
it."

He had no idea what
she'd say or do.

He didn't have long
to find out. Her eyes widened, and he was sure if he
hadn't
known she
was human, he would have thought
her
the supernatural one.

Am I imagining those
bloody flames here, or can I feel that heat? Oh, s-h-i-t. And she says she
doesn't do violence. I'm not so sure, but God do I hope she practices what she
preaches, so to speak. Well, not during sex, but…

His mind came back to
the present as she jabbed him hard in the stomach. He hadn't been expecting it,
and the pain shot through him. He grabbed her wrists, and clamped down hard on
his fangs, which were primed and ready.

I so need to show her
just who the Dom is here, or I'm gonna be one big pain, and not the annoying
kind, either. At least my cock and balls are safe.
It took all his willpower
not to cover them with his hands.

"Now,
Livvy-love, don't take off on one. You know all this, even if you chose to
forget it. You've just said so. Remember, I'm your Dom. I'm in charge, and I'd
love to remind you just how that scenario works."

"Huh.
Yeah, yeah.
So you say." She dug her nails into his
palms and laughed in a most unpleasant way. "But I don't necessarily choose
to take it on board."

The sarcastic retort made
his incisors push through his gums within seconds. He had to reign in his
quicksilver temper. Sael had been reprimanded by his seniors for his “react not
think” actions more times than he cared to admit
..
He retracted
them, and bit his lip to control his automatic reaction until he knew all his
body parts were safe. It was, he decided, a wise move.

"You have to."
He did his best to keep his voice even and gentle. "Cast your mind back, sort
through your mind, and accept." It was so damned annoying, but he'd
pledged not to prod her memory. It was one pledge he daren't mess with.

Livvy pushed back
from him, and he let her go, to watch silently as she paced the tiny room. Quietly
he pushed open the door to her bedroom, and watched her stalk through with her
back ramrod straight, and annoyance evident in every step. When she turned and
glared at him, he followed her, and leant against the wall, arms across his
chest, and his feet crossed at his ankles. The hairs on his arms stood on end,
and his skin prickled. Sadly not in a “hell I'm primed and ready to fuck” way. He
might look calm, but he wasn't. She certainly wasn't. He could see the energy
spitting out of her and crackling in the air.

"You
what?
Accept your silly ideas? You're fucking joking.
In your dreams, mate.
In your fucking
dreams.
Crazy.
Fucking
mad."
She moved backwards, never taking her eyes off
him,
and with her hands on her hips, she shook her head.
"Asshole."

"I'm always
fucking in my dreams, love.
Always you, and when possible, in
my reality, as well.
Ass, cunt, or mouth, all is possible."

She paled at his
crudity and shook her head.

Yeah, not the best thing to say.
"On a serious note, let me say, no way am I
joking.
It's fact, not fiction. I've waited as long as I
dare, but now it's time.
Think
what
you know, please. It's my life at stake." Sael led her to a chair, and she
sat down with a thump. Rather than return to his place against the wall, he
perched on the arm.

"So," she
said and rolled her shoulders and winced. "Damn, I'm stiff. Why do I feel
like I've been run over by a steamroller?"

He shrugged. It wasn't
the time to say, “
or
fucked by a devil”.

"Let me get this
straight," she said. "You're my Devil Within, from the recess of my
soul?"

He nodded and went to
stand behind her and massaged her shoulders. Livvy let her head droop and made
a soft, sensuous, groan that under any other circumstances would make him think
he was on a promise. Not now unfortunately, even though if humans could purr,
she was doing just that.

"Ahh, that is too
good. Okay, let me concentrate."

He moved his hands,
and she moaned.

"Damn, I liked that."
Livvy rolled her shoulders and shook her head. "Okay, so let's say you've told
the truth. Tell me I've got this right. You need to mark me to ensure you
live?"

He nodded again. She
seemed to understand so far.

"And you chose
me last year because?"
Damn, no, she didn't.

He sighed. "I've
always been part of you, Livvy. Last year, I came out and showed you what we
have, what we are. We need to be together. I need you; you need me. But now, I
need to make you mine with more than a semen-stain.
More than
our mate-marks.
I need to graze you, sink my fangs into you. Show you I
am
your master."

 
She shook her head.

Shit.

"I don't kowtow
to anyone, mister. I'm an equal in everything. I don't have a master."
Livvy glared. It seemed her mellow mood had dissipated, and her normal, kick-ass
pissy
attitude was back with a vengeance. "My
mate reads hot BDSM books. According to her they say really the sub is in
charge. The sub gets to call red or whatever. That to me shouts equal. So if
you think you're the boss, you're in cloud cuckoo land," she said.
"Away with the mixer.
Up a height, or
just plain screwy.
Take your pick."

Sael strove to keep
his voice level and not to show any of the panic her words created. "I
didn't say we weren't equals. Hell, surely the way I've acted shows you
that?" Livvy sniggered, and his skin heated. "Okay well maybe I do
get a bit forceful at times, but never ever have I forced you to do anything
you don't want. Have I?"

She shook her head.
"No, no you haven't. So I guess I've been okay so far. I do know if I said
so, used a safe word or whatever you'd stop. But now I'm getting scared. This
sounds almost like I won't have a get-out clause."

He smiled and ignored
the scary goose bumps that covered his skin. "You'll always have that, I
promise. However this is so important. My existence depends on it. Please Liv. We
have to. It's non-negotiable. You accepted this last year when I first came to
you. That was your chance to say no. You gave yourself to me, gave me your
total trust and acceptance. Remember?"

She nodded again. Her
eyes clouded over, and her expression was somber. Sael shivered. The room was
chilled, and the light flickered, as if it was also worried what might happen.

"Okay, tell me
the rest. Refresh my memory, and show me what happens next."

Relief filled him. "Thank
you," he said simply. "It was always only a matter of time. And now
is the time."

He watched her eyes
widen again as slowly, lovingly, he began to run his fangs out. He conveniently
forgot he had earlier promised her a safe word. He'd pay for that later, but
just now, things had to progress. If she was really unhappy, Sael knew he
wouldn't force her to do anything. He might be a Devil, but he was one of the
good guys. He could only hope that with her help he stayed one. "You need
to make yourself come, Liv. Touch yourself and let me watch. Let me see your
eyes go smoky and sex-filled. Let me mark you drop by drop until I taste you,
bite, graze, and make us safe."

****

Have there been any
notices about absconders from Carstairs?
Livvy wondered, as
she remembered the name of the country's secure unit.
Any TV stories saying “this person is
dangerous; do not approach him, just call the police”?
Even as she thought that, and her lips
curved in an almost hysterical smile, she knew she was clutching at straws.
So
it's crazy, but I do believe it, and sod it, I do remember, even I'm still in
denial. And come to think of it, it's no wonder I've had a fair few tummy upsets
with someone as ornery as Sael in me. Mind, I'm damned sure it's my dreams I'm
remember … argh shut up, and get it over with.

He might have come out of somewhere last year, but Livvy was more
inclined toward Carstairs or Barlinnie, the high security prison
.

"I can read you,
Liv."

She jumped, and Sael
grinned. "Remember, I'm the Devil Within. We need to go over the Saff-word
again. Your Saff-word is the word you use when you want me to stop what I'm
doing and never do it again. For others it's different, they can negotiate, but
for we devils it’s a straightforward cut-off. Choose one." He waited.
"And I don't mean cut off as my balls or my blood supply."

She stared until a
faint flush of red stained his skin. The fact he could be vulnerable and show
it was a comforting thought—even though not much else was at that moment.

"Liv, tell me
your Saff word. You need one." He looked at her steadily until
she
felt uncomfortable and looked at the
floor. "We'll use red as in normal play, as stop, and we'll talk about it
later, but now I need your no, no, never word."

"Crumble, but…"
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

He lifted his hand in
the universal "stop right there" sign. "Crumble it is. Don't use
it unless you are sure you can't accept any more of what's happened, or will
happen, because like I said, once used, it can't be taken back, and I won't try
again. That's really important, so don't use it unless you're really sure. If
you say red, I'll stop, but it's only stop this time not forever. Do you
understand?"

Livvy nodded slowly.
Well,
I think I do, but … oh hell, what have I got myself into?

"Then let's take it one step further. If I ask you a question such
as that, you need to reply with a simple ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’. We might as
well start as we'll need to go on."

Livvy wondered just what was jumping about in her tummy. Nothing would
surprise her. Her mouth was dry, and her nerve ends stung. She was going to
commit herself to something she'd tried hard to forget.

"Yes, Sir."

He expelled his breath in one long, noisy exhale. That indication that
he'd nervous helped her to be sure she'd made the correct decision.

"When we fucked
so fully, you accepted everything I asked of you. Look." He lifted his
left wrist to her and turned it over. There, just above the crease of his hand,
was a tiny symbol.

She ran her finger
over it slowly, and trembled. Then she lifted her left hand.

"I remember
this," she said slowly. "Last summer, I thought I'd dreamed it, and
then I woke up to see this on my wrist. I thought I'd had too much to drink and
gone to Penn and Ink, in town, to have it done."