Livvy's Devil Dom (9 page)

"Sael?" she
shouted. "Sir, can we talk?" Silence answered her. She didn't bother
to shout again. She could tell there was no one there to answer her.

“You need time alone.
Without me.”

"How will we
succeed? How will I save your life, otherwise? I thought we had to"—she
swallowed—"practice?"

Silence.

"How are you
still in my head, you bastard? You bugger off, and only choose to answer what
you want? How's that supposed to help me?"

“I'll always be with
you, love, in you, until it is decreed otherwise.
But not
with
you.
You need to think without me
swaying you.”

"And how do I
know you're not
swaying
me from inside, then? You know, making my mind
up for me?"

Still silence. Livvy
was sure she could feel his disappointment. Well, tough. She had questions she
needed answered.

"Well, fuck you
then." She muttered and stood up in the bath, as water streamed off her
body.
"Sir."

“
Yes, please.”

"Oh, fuck off.
You don't deserve me," she said moodily as she reached for a towel.

A wolf whistle made
her close her eyes. Damn him.
Go or stay, but hell, let me know which.

Her new scar started
to throb.
Oh great
, she thought as she dried herself on the big, fluffy
bath sheet.
I've got blood poisoning now. What did he put into me? I bet
he'd been eating garlic. I'm allergic to garlic.

“No garlic. No
poison. It's a reminder, I guess.
Of us.
Of what we
may or may not achieve.”

"Sael, you
bugger. Get out of my head. Get your ass here and speak to me face to
face."
Why am I shouting to nothing? I really am away with the fairies
here.

She sensed his
chuckle.

“No fairies.
Only Devils.
One Devil, and sadly, you're not away with me
at the moment, more's the pity. You need a day, my love.
To
think and decide.
Decide with your head and your heart what is right for
you. Without my presence to, shall we say, distract you.”

Oh, well that's as
clear as mud! Not!
Livvy brooded for a second. She knew he couldn't use sex to help her
decide, but if she was honest, just seeing
him
next to
her was such a turn-on, it did sway her to do as he asked.

“One day. Then I'll
be back. To hope you have chosen. You say you have done so, but you need to be
sure. Very sure, because you can't leave it to the last minute to change your
mind. The point of no return is when I return. I have to give you this time to
reflect. It is demanded.”

Well, that was all
well and good, but how could she choose, make an informed choice, if she still
had questions?

Make a list. Okay
, she
thought.
Number one … how do I string a Devil up by his balls?

“Ouch!”

Livvy smiled dourly.
Definitely ouch.

"Don't worry,
I'd cut you down and mouth you better.
Though maybe that's
another ouch as well."

She could sense his
wince.
As well he might
, she thought grimly as she found clean underwear
and jeans and a jumper.
This sucked big time.
How dare
he bugger off and leave her?
Time to reflect?

Ha!
More likely time for him to cop out.
Well, he
could go fly if he expected her to meekly sit at home and wonder what might
happen. Sod him.

She had a thought.

"So, you're with
me at all times? Won't leave me? Although I won't see you or hear you unless
you choose, you
will
be there?" Livvy wanted to be sure exactly
what he meant.

“Of course, I'm
yours. Until … well, yes. I'm with you always.”
She felt his
amusement. “
Well at certain times, I'm not paying attention, of course.”

Livvy blushed. She
was so glad her bathroom breaks were not invaded. She'd never even thought of
that. "So, at all times, eh?"

“Always.”

Right.
She
smiled to herself. It was a shopping day! She was fairly sure she heard a
groan.

Chapter Seven

Shopping.
The worst torture known to man.
Unless it
was a sex shop—with demonstrations.
That, he could
cope with.
As long as Livvy was the demonstrator.

She wasn't. He
suffered.
As a spare part.
One Livvy didn't pay much
attention to. No way could he leave without knowing she was okay.
Or as okay as possible, given the circumstances.
By the end
of the afternoon, he was convinced she'd had him in every clothes shop known to
man.

“Ah,
Livvy-love, how many more?”
He
wondered. This was it, the last changing room, the last time he'd watch her
shimmy in and out of tight tops and skimpy dresses. And watch her red-haired
pussy glow through that skimpy excuse for a thong. Enough was enough.
Time to regain control.

“I'll willingly
follow you to the ends of the Earth, fuck with you to oblivion, but this, this
banal, mindless search for nothing is sending me demented, and you know it.
Brat, I'll remember. Everything is torture. Oh, except for that red excuse for
a nightgown. That was a real hint of things to come, I hope. Red is my favorite
color.
Everywhere.”

She blushed.
"Not everywhere, it seems.
Seeing as you want me to
remove rather a lot of it.
And get out of my head already. I'm shopping.
If you don't like it, flick off. You're doing my nut in … and make me want to
do yours. Nuts in."

“Oh, shit.
There's no
need for violence. It's not up to me. Although, I have to say, the thought of
you, pressed hard against me, just you, nothing else,
is
a big turn-on. Hell, my cock is throbbing just talking about it. I love the
fact that I'll be able to see all of you, see your clit grow large, see you
pulse for me. Feel your juices as you grow wet and come. Well, just, oh well,”
he
finished weakly. There was no way to describe how much the thought of her bare,
shaved pussy turned him on. If only he could do the shaving. He damned the fact
he was inside her, and hoped she held off with the razor until he was with her
in body.

"Yes.
Well," Livvy said. "You can't, so, um, build a bridge and get over
it."

“That's it. I've had
enough.”
He appeared in front of her. She jumped, scowled at him, and
promptly dropped the bottle of water she'd been about to drink from, and
splashed his deep red, silk shirt.

"Do not do that.
If I'd had a saucepan of hot water in my hands instead of a bottle of ice-cold
water, you'd be scalded right now.
Idiot!"

"I don't
scald," he said complacently. "I'm a Devil, remember? And now we leave."

He put the water down
on the chair, led her out, and passed an astonished saleswoman, who obviously
wondered how he'd gotten in there.

"Home," he
muttered. "Your home, and then I'll show you just who's in charge here.
That's the last time you lead me into a day like this."

"Hell, was
it?" Livvy asked him, and laughed at him as she meekly allowed him to drag
her toward the car park.

"Oh,
no, not hell.
Hell is a picnic compared to this. Where's your car?"

Livvy pointed.

"Keys."
He held
out his hand. To his surprise, she handed him the car keys, walked to the
passenger side, and threw her bags onto the back seat.

"Take your thong
off," he commanded as he watched her settle herself. “Take your thong off.
Before I rip it off."

"Why?"

He didn't think she
sounded pissed, merely curious.

"I could say
it's because of the shitty day you've put me through, but I won't use that as
an excuse." He paused, stared, and watched as her hands moved to the hem
of her flirty little skirt. "I want to see you make yourself come, hear
those delicious little moans and sighs you make as you start to come. And hear
you roar and sob as you make yourself go over the edge. But"—he started
the engine and drove out of the car park—"you're not going to come until I
tell you."

"Oh,
yeah?
Says who?"

Damn, she was really
trying his patience. His fangs ran out, and his incisors began to show.

"I do, pet, and
unless you want a red ass to go with your red pussy, get that thong off, and
get your fingers working." He roared, and not because he was coming,
either. Sometimes, she just didn't know when to stop. "So, the choice is
yours."

"Some
choice," she muttered.

"Remember just
who you're talking to, pet."

As he slowed for a
corner, he glanced over and saw her pull that black, sexy, lacy scrap down her
legs.

"Give it
here." He held a hand out.

"Why?"

"Just bloody
well do as I say for once without arguing, Livvy. On Wednesday, we need to be
together, no whys or says whom. I say, and we do. That's the end of it."

He plucked the lace
from her and kissed it, and took in her scent, as he watched her eyes widen.
Ah, it was all her, pure Livvy. Satisfied, he shoved the thong in his top
pocket.

"Start," he
said. The tone of voice demanded obedience. "Talk me through. Don't argue,
sass me, or come up with stupid excuses. Just do it."

"Are you ready
for this, Sael? Don't crash my car or take your eyes off the road. How would
you like to explain we ended up in a ditch because the sounds of me fingering
myself turned you on so much you lost concentration?" She was purring.
Purring, for the Devil's sake—he hoped.

"Oh, that won't
happen." Swiftly, he turned the car into a lay-by.
"Because
you're going to come here.
Outside."

He switched the
engine off, got out, opened her door, undid her seat belt, and took her arm.

"Come on."
He looked about the large, grassy area. A few picnic tables dotted the
landscape, and the only people there, other than themselves, were a couple with
a child in a buggy and a large dog on a lead. Far enough away, he judged, to
see nothing, but close enough to add a frisson of awareness to Livvy.

"Sael, Sir, I
can't. Anyone might see."

"And your
problem is? Come Wednesday, you're going to do a lot more than play with
yourself in front of other people." He said it in as reasonable a tone as
he could manage. "So, sit on that bench, bare ass on the top. Lift your
skirt, spread your legs, and show me. But do not come until I say so."

He waited. If she did
this, then Wednesday was going to be so much easier. By then, she had to do as
he said without even thinking about it.

He watched as she
nervously checked the position of the other couple. Apparently satisfied they
couldn't see, she sat cautiously on the wooden table, her skirt lifted from
underneath her.

"If I get
splinters," she began.

"I'll take them
out. Lift the skirt. I can't see." She moved the skirt upward.
"Higher, Livvy.
Now, wet your fingers, put them deep
inside you, and show me." Slowly, she moved her hand. Sael leaned forward
and lifted the hem to her waist. Then he delivered a tap on top of those now
damp, red curls.

Livvy gasped.

"Need to move
faster, love. Every time you don't follow my directives, I need to remind you.
The pussy-tap is said to be the biggest turn-on ever known. That was a
reminder. I could get you to come by showing you."

She rubbed herself.
"Er, no thanks. Shit, I'm getting so turned on, and I'm so scared here.
What does that make me?" She looked up at him, and her eyes twinkled with
amusement.

"Beautiful."
He bent his head, kissed her where his hand had landed, and felt Livvy clench
her thighs. He stopped her with his hand.

"Oh, no, you're
open and you stay open. Or I'll use something to make you stay open. It seems
you've forgotten, you're supposed to be talking me through your feelings."
Hell, his cock was so hard, he wasn't sure he'd manage not to stain his jeans
with his pre-cum. She made him feel like a randy teenager with no control over
his hormones.

"Now, tell me.
How turned on are you? Is your pussy on fire, does your clit throb?"

"Oh, shit, Sael,
more than that. I'm wet and wanting. I need to come. I want to come. Please,
Sir."

She was almost
crying.
Yes, I've made her feel.
Sael felt like punching the air. They'd
make it. The sexy way she breathed “Sir” was the perfect addition.