Livvy's Devil Dom (6 page)

"But that's just
it, it
isn't
bloody once. Oh yeah one
night maybe, but just what goes on in that night isn't a one thing only, is it
now? And how do I know that nasty Devil will be defeated? Can't it come back
and try again?"

He flicked his hand
in the air, and the images died.

Why can't she
understand just how important this is? Am I so caught up in it, so close to it,
that I haven't explained it all clearly?
He thought back
quickly over what he had said, and silently groaned.
Oh shit, bad
explanations there.

"Right," he
said in as even a voice as he could manage. “Let's take this point by point.
Okay?"

He rose and walked
across to
her,
before he stood so close her breasts
brushed his chest. He heard her indrawn breath as her nipples made their
presence known and peaked proudly under the top she wore. Now was the time to
get sneaky. He flicked his wrist again.

Livvy gasped as she
looked down at her now naked self.

"That's
better," Sael said with satisfaction. "See how you react to me."
One more flick, and he was as naked as she was. "See how I react to
you?" His rigid cock begged for attention. Livvy followed his gaze. She
swiped her tongue over her lips and groaned.

That subtle, nervous
gesture was such a turn-on. Already, his pre-cum gathered, and his fangs ached
to be used.
Time to take charge, show his dominant side, use
it wisely, and move things forward.

"If you don't
want me to pounce, show you everything you'd miss by denying us, then don't run
your tongue over your lips like that. It makes me want to fuck you hot, hard,
and furious in every which way.
More than once.
And
that would be the end of us. I'd go up in flames, and not the sort of flames
either of us are used to."

His smile was rueful.
"I am honor-bound not to coerce, push, or persuade you, or flames
will
appear.
This has to be your decision. I can say categorically, if you choose this, and
are prepared to go through with it, your Inner Devil won't ever get to you.
That is our Saffaulian Promise. Still, hell, Liv, I know it's a lot to take in
and just how much I'm asking you to step out of your comfort zone. But what
do
you think we've been doing this last year?"

Her laugh sounded
nervous. "But that's just it, I don't
know.
You say we've been
doing all manner of things. Things I didn't remember, things I thought I didn't
like, and you're telling me I do." She bit her lip. "Okay, I accept that
I like being spanked, which, by the way, is an awfully stupid and silly sort of
word—just saying—and I've—"

She blushed.

"Well, I've
sucked your cock, made you come, and let you … fuck my ass, and…" She drew
a deep breath. "And now you're saying if I don't do
all
of them, in
front of an audience, you'll die, and I might become a, a, well, I don't know
what I might become. I don't want you to die. But I don't want to be next week's
YouTube sensation either. Argh, why me? And why will you die?
It's
one thing me admitting to you I liked it all, another
to be top of the bill of the Saffaul Sex Review. I don't understand any of
this. And bloody hell, I keep forgetting to call you Sir."

Sael felt for her
dilemma. Shit, he wished he could just feel
her
, show her, and that
would be the end of it. However, by his oath and his creed, he had no option but
to let her decide for herself, without swaying her in the manner he knew he
could. No sex, no tenderness, just the facts.

"It's hard, I
know," he said. "But…" He got no further. She glared at him, and
stunned him into silence.

"Not hard, just
stupid. Tell me
why. Tell me.
Or how can I know exactly what's at
stake?"

"My
life."
He looked at her face and sighed inwardly. Perhaps it was time to
explain more. "You asked—okay, you didn't know you asked—but you
did
ask
for me. You needed me. Now you have me, and for some reason, deep in my
people's past, my continued being is all down to you, my human. Our laws, our
creeds say if my human is not assured I am the perfect Devil for her, her
completion,
then
I die. If I fail, I am no longer
worthy of my role, or indeed, my life."

He looked at her
intently, and she looked shocked. "Time to make up your mind," he
said.

"For
fuck's sake, Sael.
This is my life we're talking about, not a bloody quiz show."
Livvy sounded exasperated.

As well she might,
he thought
ruefully.

"I hate the
sight of blood, and you're asking me to watch you bite me, apart from everything
else. And I'll have a scar, right next to my nipple. I'll never want to go
topless in public."

"You never
do
go topless," Sael said
.
Talk about pointing out the obvious.
"You are the most uptight, prudish, hot, sexy woman I've ever known. You
were made for me and for all we're going to do together. Then, as you say, after
that it will all be for me, only me forever." He paused,
then
continued. "If we become one, take my word for it,
you never
will
go topless in public, only in private.
Our
private.
That sweet body will be for my view only."

"After
we fuck to order?"

He nodded.

"I need to
think. Alone." Livvy wound her hair around her finger, something he knew
she did when she was agitated.

Well, he could give
her that.
Sort of.

"Okay, but
here's the rub. Once I've revealed all this to you, we have to be on Saffaul,
and ready, before the next Devil's moon."

Something in his tone
must have alerted her. She lifted one hand into the air as if to stroke his
cheek, changed her mind and lowered it again.

"I don't think I
like the sound of this," Livvy said slowly. "Okay, tell me. When's
that? How long have I got?"

This was it. In the
next few minutes, he'd know whether his life was over.

Chapter Four

Sael tried to curb
his impatience. He had
so
hoped it wouldn't come to this, although he'd
known in his heart it had to. Livvy would not be his Livvy, his love, and he
hoped his life, without questioning every little thing.

"Not long, pet."
He decided to ignore her wince when he called her “pet”. If it'd been
acceptable before then it would damn well be acceptable now. "I've left it
as long as I could."

"So, tell me
then. How long until you need to know if I'm prepared to bare my all for love?
Sir.
"

The snarky, bordering
on insolent tone pissed him off. Okay then, maybe he
would
just tell her the whole damn lot, and duck as the shoes flew
through the air. He hoped to hell she was as bad a shot as his mum.

"That's the next
bit," he said warily, as he kept one eye on her fingers. They, he had
found out, were the gauges to her temper. The faster she twitched them, the
more annoyed she was. He had a feeling they'd soon be a blur.

"Sorry? You've
confused me good and proper."

"Um,
bare
."

"You already
told me that." Livvy sounded puzzled. She looked down at his ever-eager
cock, which predictably responded as enthusiastically as ever, as his pre-cum became
ever more present and glistened as it gathered.

He watched her clench
her thighs together and laughed inwardly. Well, at least she still fancied him.

"No,
love, bare as in, well, bare.
No muff.
And, er,
bareback.
No condom." He waited for the eruption. It came with a
vengeance.

She didn't have a
shoe handy. But two cushions hit him in quick succession. When she grabbed a
vase and threw it, Sael decided it was time for action. He ducked, reached out,
and imprisoned her hands and her mouth. His cock rubbed her pussy and demanded
entrance. If he was honest, the thought of that beautiful pussy shaved and on
full view was almost enough to make him come there and then. So often, he had
bitten his lip rather than demand it denuded of hair. He'd reckoned if it were
her thing, she would have done it already. But now, well now, he had no option
but to demand. Not ask—the time for that was well past, or in the future—not
now. Or was it? He knew no matter how much she demurred, Livvy liked his
dominance. Her subconscious reactions showed that.

Before she had time
to blink, he moved one hand and used a finger to tease the entrance to her ass.
Her groan was more a plea for "please more" than "please
stop." Slowly he pushed against her ring of muscles.

"You like this,
Livvy, just like you want me to warm your ass, tapping you harder and harder, with
each sting more pleasurable than the last. Don't deny your enjoyment, or mine.
When I release your hands, turn around, and put your hands on the wall."

He watched as she
considered how to respond. Hell, she was so transparent at times. This perfect
coupling seemed to scare her and make her ashamed of her feelings. Sael wanted
to shout and rail, tell her she was a woman.
A beautiful,
aroused, responsive woman who turned him on with a look.
And a woman he
wanted to explore everything with.

"Livvy pet, this
is right.
Nothing to be scared of or ashamed by.
No
one will judge you,
except
you. Like what we do, embrace what we do, and
let's see how far we can go together. Please, my love, do as I say."
Oh by all of Saffaul, let her agree.

Without any rush, and
still teasing her ass with his finger, he loosened his grip on her hands. To
his pleased surprise, she did as he asked and swiveled slowly as he moved to
one side, allowing his finger to stay inside her.

He moved his other
hand and tapped each cheek hard.

Now the way those
redden is perfect, just perfect.
 
So was her soft mewl and sigh.

"You like that,
Livvy. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's one way we can show our feelings.
The way you give those beautiful little sighs and moans as your ass colors
makes my cock beg to be included. Soon, we'll let it have its wish, both in
your pussy and then in your ass."

"Not bloody
bareback, you won't. Not in either of them. And if you think for one minute
I'll have a Brazilian, well, you're more than deluded. And stop doing
that." He'd bet his last Saffaulian cent she wished her voice wasn't so
breathy and full of arousal.

He pushed into her
ever farther. Not for the first time, he blessed the natural lubricant his skin
produced when he needed it. He rubbed her rosy buttocks and felt her push back
into his hand.

"Livvy-love.
Cool it.
Listen to me, pet. No," he said firmly as her hands began to move off the
wall. "Leave your hands there. Good girl."

He rubbed his palm
gently over her ass and slowly began to pull his finger back. She winced.
"Shh, relax. Take a deep breath. There, perfect."

His digit was out, and
he rubbed his still-eager cock against her. "Now turn around, let me hold
you and explain everything else you need to know. If you say no, well, I'll
accept your decision. Reluctantly, and I can't promise not to try to change
your mind, but on my word as a Saffaulian, I'll do it. Now, let me
explain." As surreptitiously as he could he used one of the hand sanitizers
that he'd left around the apartment.

Livvy nodded slowly.
"You can try. But for the life of me, I can't see how if I call you Sir, shave
myself and let you in me without a condom, it will make a difference. Shit,
surely if you put on this crappy peep show it does that?"

Sael felt like a
shit. So much had to be undertaken and accepted without prior warning. Even he
didn't know everything that might occur. Each acceptance ceremony could be
different. The Elders were deliberately vague about that. They said it kept the
couples working together.

"It is
necessary.
To show your commitment.
And as I'm
throwing stuff at you—metaphorically—I mean," he said as he watched her
blush from her breasts to her butt and back again. Hell, even her muff got into
the act, and the hairs there seemed redder than usual. "You've got until
Tuesday to make up your mind."

"Tuesday?
Are you
fucking mad?" She shook her head. "As in five days from now?
In your dreams, mate.
No chance."

"A chance is all
I have, Liv. It gives us five days to practice and get to Saffaul. Wednesday is
the Devil's moon. We act, or I die on that night. Not that I'm pressuring you
in any way."

****

 
Oh no, and she was a Dutchman. He watched her
warily.
As well he should
, she thought with grim satisfaction. "If,
and I say if, I agree to this sordid stuff—" She didn't get a chance to
say anything more.