Livvy's Devil Dom (8 page)

She looked down at
her breast, where blood still dripped slightly before it slowly congealed. Livvy
blanched and swallowed. "Hell, Sael, I think I'm gonna…" Her eyes
rolled, and her head fell back.

Fuck, she really
didn't
like the sight of blood. Sael swore viciously in his own language as he
held the limp woman in his arms, his cock still nestled deep inside her. He
slowly began to pull back—or tried to. She may have fainted, but her inner
muscles still worked on all cylinders and were clamped very firmly around him.

Sael considered his
options, such as they were.

He leaned against the
wall, with an unconscious woman in his arms and on his cock. Moreover, it
seemed she had no intention—deliberately or not—of letting him move out of her.
Carefully, he walked to the settee and sat down gently, Livvy still held in the
same position, only now she rested over him. He twisted his head and lifted her
slightly to look at the semen-stain marks that stood out clearly on her
stomach.
Marks of pride, of hope, and longing.
Marks of the hope of belonging.
If, and only if, she gave
herself to him freely, and as his race decreed, they would disappear. Until
that time, they would stay, a reminder to both of them of the journey they were
about to undertake.

Sael lifted her
slightly to enable him to reach the sweet trickle of blood that made its
leisurely way across her body. If she wasn't going to let him pull out, and it
seemed she wasn't—hell, he was getting harder by the second—he'd clear the
blood up in a much more pleasurable way. He licked. He couldn't resist a quick
suck on one hard, pointed nipple.

Swiftly, Sael
finished his clean-up operations and sucked her nipple again.
Just because he could.
Then he moved to the other one for
exactly the same reason.

"Mmm.
Nice.
I like that." Her lids flickered, and then Livvy opened her
eyes. The color was gradually returning to her face. "Er, what happened?
All I remember is the best orgasm of my life. Was it
the little death
?
I've never experienced that before. If it was, um, I'm not sure I want it
again."

Sael kissed the tip
of her nose.
"Nope, sadly.
You fainted. Due to…"
He didn't finish. Livvy went white again. "It's okay," he said
hastily. "All tidy. Look, look and see for yourself. I promise. It's all
good."

She looked swiftly
down at a neat scar, the only evidence of his earlier feast.

"The one thing
about this marking is it heals within minutes of, well, of when I finish
feasting,
I guess is as good a way as any to put it. That's
why you've never noticed any of the preparations." He waited to see if she
would pick up and understand his words.

"Preparations?
What do
you mean by that?" Oh ho, her tone could chill his inferno.

 
"Well." He spoke cautiously, one eye
making sure she couldn't reach anything heavy to hit him with. She really did
have a lot to learn about control and obedience. "Every time we've made
love, I've made a little graze, just a little one to prepare your skin. You've
always said it tickled."

"But then, as
you've chosen to make me forget most of our encounters, I wouldn't know about
that, would I?"

Oh ho, Ms. Icicle is
out in force.

She hadn't finished.
"Is that fair?"

"All's fair in
love and war, so they say," Sael said in an equable manner. "I did
what I felt necessary. I had to prepare you in case you said yes. It's a huge
thing, this Devil bite. I have to know I can do it as expected. There's a traditional
method to it."

She seemed to
consider his words. "Okay, I'll go for that at the moment. Oh and this
isn't Dom/sub, okay? Is there anything else you've been doing and conveniently
let me forget?"

Sael shook his head.

"Nothing.
Well, I
don't know what you remember." He could look, but decided to hold off. Then
he wasn't lying, exactly. Just bending the truth to suit
himself
.
He rather thought she knew everything now. If she didn't, he wasn't going to
jog her memory, not now she was reasonably happy. "But I don't think so.
We'll find out soon enough. Everything else we've done or will do, from now on,
you'll be well aware of. Fully participating and, I hope, with enjoyment."

"Hmm."
She
didn't sound too sure. "I'll reserve judgment. Will you need to do that
biting and hacking thing again? Because remember, I go funny at the sight of
blood."

Hacking? She called
his carefully placed marks hacking? Ready to be incensed, Sael suddenly saw the
funny side of the conversation. Here he was with his cock deep inside her,
growing ever ready to come by the second, and she decried his heritage. Sod it,
come first, and talk later. He kissed her full on the lips, thrust hard, set up
a rhythm, and climaxed. The phrase "Crafty Devil" hadn't been coined
for nothing.

He bent his head and
set up a steady nip and soothe on her nipples, first one, and then the other.
Unrepentant at coming before her, he held her to him and with one hand firmly
circling her anus slipped a fingertip in.
Nothing too hard or
too far.
Similar to before, just a tiny preparation
for when he had to venture farther.
And make her aware of it. With a
start, he remembered her saying she didn't remember that or oral sex. However,
she had agreed to do everything he demanded, and no way would he let her renege.
Still he felt uneasy.

Oh, shit, grief due.
But
instead of bringing it on, he enjoyed the feel of her milking him as he pushed
her over the edge, and then he lost himself in her shudders. He moved his hand
from holding her close to give her ass a sharp tap just as she climaxed and
making her cry out in sweet pain as she reached that pinnacle.

He watched her,
enjoyed the play of emotions that crossed her face, and felt each shudder of her
arousal flick through his cock. She was so receptive. It took all his willpower
not to turn her over and fuck her ass there and then. By all the Devils, he was
well ready for it. The feel of that snug sweet hole as it enclosed him and held
him tight was one of his fondest memories. Her gasps of pleasure and pain as he
stretched and filled her, and then their movements in tune and perfection, were
enough to make his mouth go dry. This was not the time, however. He stayed
where he was and waited until she fell still and cuddled into him. Deliberately
he calmed his cock, pulled out, and grabbed some tissues from the box beside
them.

"I'll
run you a bath. You'll be sore." He set her onto the settee regretfully.
"And, Liv?
It's to my shame, I think I've lied. Not on
purpose, but lied nevertheless. I should have told you all this earlier. But
you know? I was enjoying us so much that I didn't want to spoil it.
A poor reason, but the truth nonetheless.”

Chapter Six

Livvy took a handful
of tissues from Sael and watched as he walked naked, tall, straight-backed, and
yes, darn right, sex on legs, out of the room. Hold on. She stared after the
retreating figure. What could she see? Was it really? She shook her head to
clear it. Whatever it
was,
was still there.

"My tail,"
he said as he walked away, and swished it provocatively. "Not always on
show, but I thought you might like a small glimpse of it. After all, you'll
become very intimately involved with it soon. You can't even begin to guess
what I can do with it, but I'll tell you now, you'll love every single
thing."

"How
come?"
She called after him.
Does he mean I'll like what his tail
does?
The thought of what he might do made her aroused, very aroused. The
sound of a tap turned on full filtered into the room, followed by mood music,
soft and ready to soothe. Oh, how she needed that bath. Every bone and muscle
in her body ached. She'd be hard pressed to walk for a week without looking
like John Wayne.

Livvy rested her head
on the back of the settee, as she ran her mind over everything that had
happened during the last few hours. So, those deeply erotic dreams weren't
dreams, but reality. And evidently, she'd turned from a prim and proper supply
teacher to a … a what?
A swinger, by the sound of it.

"No
way.
No swinging, unless it's with me, from the chandelier." Sael
had returned to the room as silent as ever. "Okay, your bath's
ready."

Livvy stood up, and
without conscious thought walked straight into his arms.

"God, Sael, I do
so love you. I'm scared. I don't know what I'm letting myself in for. I keep
forgetting to say Sir, even though deep down I know it's what I want, and—"
She remembered his earlier statement. "I want to know what you now realize
you've lied about. You might as well tell me everything. Then I can have one
big sulk-fest in the bath and decide if I'm going to forgive you."

"Caviar?"
He
prompted her. "Sucking me, devouring me? Taking me in your ass? Screaming
with enjoyment, begging me not to stop? Shit, Liv, you're
my
everything
. Anything we did, we both enjoyed. And we've done most things.
I grazed, you nipped. Hell, even I've got a scar to show." He lifted his
wrist. "Remember what I said about no tattoo artist? These were us, you
and me.
So, truthfully?
You choose not to remember. I
condoned that, because I thought it would make things easier for you. It seems
I was wrong. I feel dishonest because I let you forget the things we've done.
Now you have a lot to decide and very little time to decide in. All I can do is
hope and let you decide. I could persuade you with sex—we're so good
together—but like I said
,
that's a big no-no."

"But I've said
yes. I'll do it." She was puzzled. "Did you not hear me?"

"Oh, I heard
you, and I love you for it, but to agree and then find out just what you've
agreed to, well, that's two different things. Starting tomorrow night, it'll be
full on, no holds barred sex, sex, and more sex."

"No love?"

He smiled, lifted her
into his arms, and walked toward the bathroom. "Between us, there'll
always be love. But I can't use it to persuade you to do anything. So it's got
to be full on factual, rehearsal if you like, until we get it right.
Then, on with the show."

"That sounds so
clinical." Livvy shuddered.

"So it is, love.
It's called life saving." He put her gently into the softly scented
bubbles, left the room, and closed the door behind him.

Liv sank down into
the bathwater. She enjoyed the heat as it soothed her aches. In a strange way,
it was as if she'd waited for this moment and it was her purpose in life. Maybe
she truly had asked for him.

But why, she mused,
did she accept him so readily? Say she loved him, when she hardly knew him?
Okay, she'd heard of love at first sight, but it was a load of crap.
Just hormones.
A way to ensure the
survival of the species.
But then, if he was telling the truth, Sael
wasn't human, so what did that mean?
Survival of two species,
maybe?
It was all way out of her sphere, so why was she so sure this was
it? The real, happy ever after—well, if they got that chance—with roses round
the door, two kids, and a Volvo?

“
You've known me, in more than the biblical sense, for over a year
now. Thirteen moons. We've done everything possible a man and woman would ever
want to. You've trusted me with your soul. And I trusted you with mine. Think
on that. You are my love, as I've told you in your dreams and in your reality.
Am I yours? Only you know.”

Livvy let the water
trickle over her.

How come I can hear
him, as clearly as if he was in this bath with me? Now there's an interesting
question.
As she
lay
back, her breasts bobbed
gently in the soft swell her movements made. She picked the left one up and
looked closely at the skin. There was the scar.
Neat, clean,
and, in the shape of an
S
?

“For Sael,
to show who has marked you.
If you choose to
stay and be mine, my scar will change to an
L, and
my wrist
will bear your sign.”

But what would her
wrist show? She checked the tiny lines. Was it an
S
? It just looked like
a load of lines to her.

“It will only change
if you choose us. Otherwise, it will be just a tattoo.
To
remind you of what might have been.”

Her eyes skimmed
lower, to those marks she had agonized over. Those little
freckles,
scattered like drops of water. Now she knew better. Semen-stains, Sael had
called them.
His mine-marks.
One mark for each drop he
had spilled on her body. She looked at them closely.
Marks of honor
, she
decided. She would wear them with pride. Whatever happened, she would, she resolved,
be honorable and true to herself.