Livvy's Devil Dom (7 page)

Sael roared at her.

She stared at
him,
sure her mouth was wide open in astonishment. Shit, it
was a wonder no fire and brimstone shot out of him and hit her. To her dismay,
she felt herself grow wet, her
muff
, as he called it, get damper by the
minute, her juices coat her pussy, her clit, and—
oh, shit
—the top of her
legs.

"Sordid?
Sordid?
How dare you say what we have, what we
need, is sordid?
Different, taxing, difficult to essay, yes.
But please, never sordid.
Sordid, indeed.
Hah!"
His voice rose. "No
way
is our love sordid. Or the way we need to
reaffirm it. It may not be the human way, but it is the Saffaulian way.
My way.
Humans are so mundane."

He snorted.

Oh ho, she'd pissed
him off royally. Something she hadn't thought was so easy to do. It seemed she
was wrong. He surely had a quick fuse. He had hidden it well so far.
But, seriously?
Did he really think that? If so, she'd try
to find a bridge to sell him. She wasn't that naïve. This was all a big con to
get her to do things she never, ever would. Wasn't it? Livvy looked at the
expression on Sael's face: solemn, strained, and
oh shit.

"You're not
joking, are you?" she asked with horror, as it dawned on her he meant
everything he said.

He shook his head.

Oh, bugger, bugger,
shit.
"To save you, keep you alive, we need to, er, fuck in public,
no condom, no covering, no anything?

He nodded.

I can't think
of
any swear words to describe how I feel now.

"Oh,
dear!"

It was enough to make
Sael laugh. A deep, belly laugh that made his cock sway and his mouth look even
more kissable than usual.

That was it. Livvy
knew that whatever, however, she was going to do as he said.
Anything
to save him.
She had a sudden thought. Was her razor charged?

She made up her mind
there and then and broke into speech before she had a chance to change it.

"Okay, right.
I'll do it. Please, Sir, what, when, how, and where?"

An X-rated grin broke
across his face and sent her pussy into overload. "You mean it?" He
looked both incredulous and hopeful.

"Oh,
for fuck's sake.
I
never
say what I don't mean, Sir. No, I'm not totally
easy with all this stuff, no, I don't like the idea of fucking in public, and
no, I definitely am not sure I've either experienced all you say, want to
experience it, and very definitely not sure if you are trying it on.
But"—she held her hand over his mouth to stop whatever he was going to
say—"but I admit, I love you, don't want your death on my conscience, and
er, I have wondered why I now like caviar."

He threw his head
back and roared.
With laughter.
His skin shone red,
and then blue, but before she had a chance to ask why, his fangs clicked into
place.

"Lose the blades,
buster."

"Yes, pet."
He retracted them and grinned before those weird lights she’d seen so many
times twinkled once more in his eyes, and he broke into laughter again.

Livvy stared at him.
There she was, she offered her all, and he bloody laughed at her. Damn, she
wished she had something hard in her hand.
And a decent aim.
Perhaps, if she tried to throw a book at the door, she might hit him, instead?
Preferably somewhere vulnerable.

"Ah, love. I'm
so, so, sorry. This is something over and above anything I'd ever want to ask
of you.
And to be honest?
I would have still made you my sub first, known you were securely mine,
but—b
ut it's needed.
And after?
Well." He
sounded as if he was brooding. "Well, after? We'll see."

"That is just
what we won't do. If I actually find myself going through with all this, we
won't see.
Anything at all.
Because
that will be it.
Nothing.
Nada, niet,
non
, rein de tout. That. Will. Be.
It.
No us. No anything. I'll let you shave me, fuck my ass, make me suck your cock
until you come. Do all those things I don't quite remember. I guess I'll even
grit my teeth and pretend I'm not in
The Red Shoe Diaries
.
Or
that
people may or may not be queuing up to take their turn with me. Or—"Her voice
rose. "—that you'll stand back and let them. No way do I want your death
on my conscience, be you real, in my imagination, human, or any sort of Devil.
But no way do I want to be associated with anyone who willingly subjects me to
this sort of humiliation. Oh, and don't call me pet, or I'll miaow or bark at
you." She paused.
"Sir."

"I'm your Dom, and
you’re my pet. End of. And if you're being so bratty, I might as well add
nipple clamps and a clit stud to the equation."

What?
She had to
be dreaming. Any minute now, she'd wake up, snug in her own bed. Not aching,
not nude, and definitely not thinking of changing her appearance and preparing
to fuck the living daylights out of her Devil.

"Oh,
no."
Livvy shook her head. "I've agreed to shave my pussy, bare
myself for all and sundry, and it seems I'm up for a multi-fuck fest. Not to
mention being bitten and bloodied. Me, who hates the sight of
blood
. Shit, I'm even a vegetarian because of it. But I draw
the line at those. If they're part of the deal, then it's no deal. Prepare to
meet thy doom." She chose to ignore his Dom and pet taunt, the soft way he
said it and how it made her go gooey and wet. She'd sort that out later.

Her nipples hardened,
her pussy clenched, and her clit throbbed at the thought of those hitherto
unknown delights. Not that she had any intention of telling Sael. He was way
too sure of himself already. What was a clit stud, anyway?

He laughed. Livvy
stared at the idiot in front of her. Shit, if his cock didn't rear up toward
her when he laughed.

"Ah, Livvy-love,
all I can say is
wait
and see, and watch and learn.
We've a hell of a lot to do in such short a time, and believe me, when I show
you how I'm going to use them on you, demonstrate the pleasures you're going to
feel, you won't be saying no to anything. You'll be begging for more."

"Only if I get
to use something similar on you," Livvy said with a snap in her voice.
"Do you get cock studs?"

Sael looked at her.
"If we get through all this, Liv, and if you need me to, then I'll
consider it. But we need to get through this first. There's not a lot of time
to get everything sorted."

"Well, why did
you leave it so late to ask me then?" Livvy asked with genuine interest.
"If you have a moon every month, then surely, you've had a couple of weeks
to … oh." She blushed as the words "that time of the month" hit
her.

Luckily, he didn't
come back with any smart-ass comments, just pulled her in for a cuddle.

"This means more
to me than you will ever know.
Whatever the outcome."
He held her closely, just letting his cock rub her entrance.

Livvy shivered. If
she was going to do all this stuff, they might as well start practicing.

Chapter Five

Sael almost fell over
as Livvy wound one elegant leg around his waist. She snaked her hand between
them, and he felt his cock grow even harder as she curled her fingers around it
and guided him into her warm and welcoming pussy.

"Wha…?" He
didn't manage anything else. All coherent thought left him as Livvy guided him
ever deeper. Her other leg joined the first, and he grabbed her and held
tightly onto her ass as she rode him.

"Hell, Liv, a
warning would've been good." He smiled as he said it, and leaned back
against the wall for more leverage.

With each thrust, his
arousal grew. With each thrust, he felt his fangs emerge. All his tiny incisors
were sharp, ready, and aching to bite.

"Shit, Liv, I
need to taste you.
Just one tiny bite.
It won't
hurt."
Much.
"Look on it as
the first step."

Let me, or I'll show
you I can make you.

"Before
we come.
It'll hurt less and mean more."

And I'm so close to
coming, it's got to be now. So why aren't I telling her instead of asking?

He saw her tiny nod,
saw the way her mouth trembled, and the fear in her eyes, and felt a right
shit. But it was going to happen sooner or later; it had to.
Better
in the throes of passion, better to spill the blood before he spilled into her.

His fangs ran out,
and he felt the power surge into him. This part of him—his own devilment—was
the biggest turn-on ever. Not that he needed any more of a turn-on. If Livvy
moved even half an inch the wrong way, his cock would snap in two.

Liv couldn't take her
eyes off his fangs. With each thrust, he took them closer to her breasts.
Nearly there—
Fuck
, don't come.

"You okay?"
He gasped.

She half smiled.
"Okay. I think, anyway. Just remember me and blood is so not good."

He crooned and panted
at the same time, which wasn't at all easy. "This will hurt a bit. I can't
lie
, love. But each time it'll get easier and better,
and eventually…" Did he dare tell her she'd come as he bit?
Why not?

"Just let
yourself go. You'll see what I mean. Grip tight now, love, while I move my
mouth. That's a girl.
Beautiful.
Fuck, you sure know
how to grip a cock." Her internal muscles contracted and relaxed and drew
something deeper and more soulful from him than he knew he possessed. He knew
he needed to bite quickly. Sael leaned back to make sure he had her well
impaled and bent his head. He trembled with the thought of what was about to
happen. He could almost feel his fangs vibrate, his incisors snap in
anticipation of the taste of ripe, juicy flesh. All—well, nearly all, he
amended silently—his fantasies rolled into one.

He made his first
little graze.

Livvy flinched. Ah,
better than he expected. All those little nips and grazes in the dark of night
had prepared her well. For a second, he felt guilty about the way he had taken
those delicious beginnings, but only for a second. He might not have followed
human ethics, but he sure as hell had followed Devil's ones.

Now came the hard
bit.

His fangs sank into
her, and opened the flesh. The incisors followed and extended the wound
further. The blood began as a trickle and then became a gush. Ah, ecstasy. His
body began to shake, and his cock to fill in anticipation of what he knew would
be his best climax in an age.

He bit
deeper,
and enjoyed the metallic smell and taste of her
blood with its own definable essence as he swallowed greedily. It was no wonder
people got Devils and vampires mixed up!

One more
bite
, for luck
.

Livvy screamed.
"Shit,
shit,
fuck, that
bloody hurts. No, no, no more,
please."

He lifted his mouth
to speak and licked the blood off his lips. "Nearly there, love, oh so
nearly there."
Ah, gorgeous.
"Do you know how fucking amazing
that looks?
My mark on you for all to see.
Now, one
more tiny bite, and we'll fly together."

"No, no please,
Sael. It hurts so much. Please, Sir, don't do it again. Crum …
Argh. Oh yes,
yes."
She sobbed, he would guess not in pain anymore. Her body shook,
sweat appeared on her brow, and her eyes glazed in ecstasy.

He took his last bite
and felt himself swell, fill, and come.

She followed with a
cry loud enough to shatter glass. He kept his mouth firmly on her breast, as he
rode through her climax with her and experienced her shudders surround him as
they ran along his cock. Even then he was still hard and ready for another
round.

One benefit of being
a Devil,
he thought as their breathing gradually slowed. He gave an
experimental push, deep inside her. Livvy moaned. Not in a bad way, he felt.

He tried again. Livvy
dropped her head to his shoulder.

"How can you
want more when there's no more left to have?" Her words were slurred.
"I'm drained, and you're still rock hard? But I'm sure you well…"

"I did." He
confirmed it with a grin. "But hey, one of the best things about being a
good Devil is the rapid recovery time.
Naught to full in five
minutes flat.
Sometimes less."
He kissed
the top of her head. "If we can do this, love, we can do anything. Now let
me tidy you up before you drip onto the carpet."

"Me,
drip?"
She lifted her head and
smiled,
a smile
full of sex, promise, and a whole lot more. "Ha, you're the one who'll … oh,
oh shit.
Yeah."