Chapter Twelve
Deal with the Devil
Mana
I’ve played with my little toy long enough. Now it’s time she comes to heel. Not that she understands what she’s about to agree to, these mortals never do. Nor do they think more than a few moves ahead, and by then…
Her eyes narrow in the sweetest way, like she thinks she can turn me to ash with her hatred. You know nothing, little mortal.
“Fine.” she grits through her teeth, throwing any remaining caution to the wind. “But my caveat is that you can’t threaten either of them again. That’s it. That’s your freebie.”
If only you knew.
“Fine,” I echo her sentiment.
“ And ,” she adds, stamping one of her glorious little feet. “I have a deal of my own.”
I stare at her, this marvelous little creature come to parlay with the darkest of earthbound gods. “I’m waiting,” I murmur, rounding my words with the sort of come-hither caress I might use before I lick her from asshole to clit while she creams on my tongue.
“If you kneel for me, you’re mine to do with as I wish. For seven of my days,” the clever little minx answers me, defiance pouring from her in waves, like it’s meant to hold me back.
Her efforts fail in epic style. That “fuck you” vibe of hers might as well be an aphrodisiac for all the energy she puts into trying to hold me at bay mentally. Pity, as she doesn’t know yet that she’ll need it. Soon. Plus, her deal isn’t half as damning as mine.
“Done,” I say blithely, slapping my palm to the desktop with a hard crack. My whip leaps from the desk and I flick it aside for the moment.
She jumps, cute as she is, but that last wasn’t for her.
Bowen appears out of thin air at my side, bowing with false platitudes and covered in blood. Maybe some other things.
“What the—” she starts.
I wave her to silence. “What are you wearing?” I frown at the ruined angel. Gore and guts drip from his saturated clothes like he’s been bathing in mortal blood. “What did you do, Bowen?” My voice holds a hard edge, because my pretty little torment isn’t playing by the rules.
“I had … fun.” He licks his lips, tasting the blood of others, and smiles.
Something in me rises and for the moment it’s not my cock. My demon scents him, his sin, and I need more.
We all act as though we rule this plane when in fact it defines us. And we all sure as hell want to go home. Each of us will do anything to achieve that. But what Bowen’s done…
“You know you can’t go back now,” I whisper, cradling his face between my hands, slicking my thumbs in the residual life force of those he tore apart. “Yours is a one-way trip, my friend.”
He blinks at me, all sultry and sinuous as his damp body plasters to mine. “Perhaps I only want to go down, Master,” he whispers, rising on his toes to press his lips to my mouth.
I let him kiss me, allowing his flickering tongue with its oh-so-sinful offering to tempt me. He sucks my tongue as Adreana watches, silent for the moment. My eyes remain open while the twisted fallen debases himself further, groveling for my kisses, but I only have a place for her at my side. Never him, though he doesn’t seem to have worked that out yet.
She is who and what I crave and the only person who knows I own her in her entirety right now is me . That little juicy secret hardens me and I know it’s time to claim her, in my own way.
I cup the back of Bowen’s neck, flicking my tongue along his until he whimpers, and reach down to squeeze his balls through his blood-stained leather pants. “I want you to do something for me,” I purr, giving him fuck me eyes. Which I’ll deliver on. It just won’t be what he wants. I swallow a laugh. My deals never are.
“Anything,” he promises me.
“Good,” I growl. “Now be a good penitent and be my vessel.”
The whites of his eyes show as I use my hand on his nape to push him forward over my desk. Things tumble off the sides as I hold him down, though he struggles prettily for me.
I smile. “Take notes,” I murmur to Addi. This conversation will be between us, now.
“But, I—” Bowen starts.
“Shhh.” I place a comforting finger over his lips that seals nicely for me until I’m done.
The angel weeps on my desk, blood and sweat collecting in a small pool that I make sure to rub his face into. He might cry now but if I reach between his legs, I know I’ll find him hard as hell at the humiliation. The sick little fuck gets off on the shit I throw his way, and we both love it.
“You’re insane.” Addi backs away, but I shake my head.
“Stay.”
Her feet freeze in place as she starts to understand the mere edges of my power. Her lips move, but for once nothing comes out, and I’m not even the one doing that.
“Welcome to my world, little mortal,” I breathe.
She pants, her eyes darting to the writhing angel beneath me who just appeared out of thin air, and back to my face. “I didn’t know—”
“And now you do,” I whisper, still smiling faintly. “I’ll claim you now, Adreana. Desk, or chair?” I gesture to the plush leather recliner in one corner away from my desk. I’m not above offering comfort while I violate her. That’s not the sort of monster I am. There’s a simple pleasure in being kind as well as cruel, but the power comes in hope.
When she scurries for the corner of my room without question this time, clambering aboard, I sigh at the sweet taste that flicker leaves behind. Like if she’s allowed to curl there, she’ll remain unmolested.
Interesting that she doesn’t try to fight for the innocence of the angel beneath me, but then, he looks like a monster in his own way too, as much as he is becoming. I appreciate the beauty around me, at its best, before I ruin it forever.
“Relax,” I murmur to both of them. “It’s easier that way.”
Bowen humps my desk pitifully while Addi frowns.
“What…”
I send out a flicker of power, reaching into my reserves. Later I’ll have to give my essence to the Chemist, but for now, I can play.
Claws burst from the arms of the chair and its tall back, one silencing her before the first scream leaves her throat. The others grip a wrist each, clamping them down. The fourth … I let that wander her stomach, systematically shredding her shirt until her chest is bared to me.
Frightened eyes watch me over cascading tears as she sobs. Then the hand clamps over her tit, rolling the nipple teasingly between razored tips and a new awareness that scares her worse enters those green eyes: need.
I laugh at her as I rip Bowen’s pants down to free his balls and his asshole to the air. I won’t be needing the rest tonight and neither will he. I place my hand on his bare ass.
“Remember, Bowen. My vessel.” He’ll feel my body tearing into his, but there will be no pleasure for him tonight. Not unless it’s the painful sort, though he likes that, too.
Recompense for puncturing my balls after our torturous playtime the other night. He nods and rests his cheek on my desk, the fight leaving him.
“Good little fallen,” I coo.
Addi’s eyes widen, and she does try to scream behind the hand that covers her mouth. One of mine, in my demon form, but she’s not ready for that yet. She’s not ready for any part of me, but tonight she will take my phantom as I ruin her hole by hole.
“Uff oooo!” Her muffled defiance reaches me in a stream of heady pleasure.
“Oh, I will.” I lock eyes with her and stroke Bowen asshole to balls and back again.
Her wriggling stops. Those green eyes flick down, then back to me.
“Mana?” she mumbles, snorting her panic through her nose.
“Relax,” I whisper, spitting onto Bowen’s asshole and pushing my finger against it.
His sphincter gives way, because we’ve been here before. Her little virgin ass? That I’d tear. But here, a flush fills her face and breasts with a delicious pink tinge I want to lick from her skin as I finger her ass by proxy.
Bowen’s hole squeezes down tight, but I don’t berate him. He’s being a good vessel and letting me feel what she feels. Her already bearing down on me tells me she’s in need of a good dozen anal orgasms.
I sink my finger deeper and add a second, offering them no mercy as I stretch the hole before me. I let the claw manifested on her chair that’s an extension of myself drop from her mouth to close gently around her throat, holding her up and reminding her who owns her now.
Those pretty ruby lips are parted and the demon in me wants to paint them in the sin that will soon fill her insides. She whimpers so prettily as I ease my fingers from the flesh before me. I rub my crotch as she watches, hardening myself to the point of bursting before I push my pants aside and press the tip of my cock to Bowen’s sacrificial asshole.
And what a sacrifice it will be.
He groans low in his throat as I push inside, accommodating me as he has done many times before. That makes him perfect for the job of violating my newest toy without tearing her apart. Him, however…
I watch the drop of blood that trails down the back of his pale thigh to add to the stain on his pants. His chest heaves with taking me, and I break the hypnotic rhythm to fix my attention on Addi.
Her legs tremble, her fists clench, and her mouth is open in a perfect “O” shape to accommodate my cock. The cock that might kill her if I touch her with it.
My loss, her gain, perhaps. If I’m an insufferable torment now, I can only imagine what I’ll be like if I sink flesh deep into her body without searing her insides and ending her mortal life on the spot. Her innocence is a mark I can’t remove. That’s not my choice.
I won’t kill her as she’s my favorite thing.
My hips work gently as I push my length into the angel. The little ring stretches nicely, and I trace a finger around him, humming my moan as I sink into her body, filling her while she writhes on nothing but air.
“Mana—” Her whisper reaches me faintly as her eyes roll in her head.
“Not yet.” I slap Bowen’s ass, and she cries out. My smile lets my fangs out and I show them to her, unashamed as she panics harder, her ass clenching down on my phantom cock. “Hold on, little toy of mine.” I ram my full length into the angel beneath me, his body rippling with the violence of my action.
Addi’s mouth hangs open in a scream only a true angel can hear. Pity we don’t have one about to test my theory on. The ruined one below me humps back, part his own motion, but there’s some of her in that. I moan my satisfaction, driving myself knot-deep into the open hole and settle my weight over him.
“Hold on now,” I whisper, fixated on the trembling, moaning, and sobbing girl across the room.
My foreskin peels back, freeing my two cocks, their tongue-like forms stroking and weaving in her ass, like entities with their own minds. I don’t need to move as they fuck her for me now, each pulsing and plunging ever deeper, seeking the sin in her and absorbing that into me, strengthening me. Not that she has a lot to feed on but— There. Self satisfaction. My little toy likes to get herself off, stealing away her pleasure from the world.
Not anymore. Her pleasure is mine, and only myself and those I allow to torment her in turn will enjoy her stolen sin.
She cries out, her legs opening. The claws holding her wrists release to tear her jeans from her body, leaving the scrap of lace she calls underwear, exposing a growing wet spot as she gushes for me. But I know she hasn’t come for me yet. That’s my next agenda.
I reach between myself and the angel and tickle his balls. “Up, boy,” I mock him.
Bowen rises on shaking arms, bracing himself as I reach lower and find his cock. Perhaps I have a use for that after all. Freeing him, I clench his cock in my fist, strangling him until his body convulses, nearing his edge. Pain gets this sick fuck off, just like it does Kaleb, though I doubt he knows that part of himself. Yet. My thumb caresses the drop of pre-cum at the tip of Bowen’s cock, and he snorts through his nose, fighting me every second.
I press my lips to his ear, still watching Addi. “I need her to come and come and come, and you are my vessel, angel. So, you will also come and come until it hurts so bad it ruins your immortal soul forever.” It won’t, but he needs the words to get himself off.
My thumb rubs his cock like it’s her clit and that’s exactly what Addi feels. Her legs spread wider and her haunting cry circles the room as her body pulses.
Bowen disgraces himself on my hand as I smile at her, licking my fangs.
“Good girl,” I coo as she settles from her first orgasm, her ass clenching down on my cocks. They go wild inside her, driving her back to the edge too fast. Her breathless cry is more pain than pleasure now, and she’s perfect. “Shall we go again?”
She shatters almost instantly, my little sinner, and I jolt my hips a few times just to bury my knot deeper. She won’t take that, but Bowen will, soon. After a few more. We’re almost through my quota when the door to my office is thrown open.
Kaleb stalks in, murder in his eyes. It’s a damn good look on him.
“The fuck are you doing? You said—”
“I said you could take her out. But now I own her, forever,” I add silkily, purely for the perverse pleasure of watching her eyes bulge, though his horror is greater than hers.
“You did what?” he hisses in a low voice that makes my cocks twine together.
I fuck her ass harder, bringing her back to the edge and holding her there while Kaleb stupidly tries to negotiate with me.
“I own her. My deal.”
The air stills in my office. Kaleb strains against an invisible force—his conscience perhaps—and tries not to launch at me. I flick my whip at him, and he catches the end. Our tug-of-war doesn’t end until he pulls it free of my hand—or I let go, whichever thought he chooses to believe. What interests me is that he can touch my whip and not be burned.
“Seven days,” she whispers, breaking the pervading silence.
“Seven of my days,” I correct her. “Fuck, you’re more beautiful than ever, taking me.”
Kaleb swivels to see her—really see her—for the first time, and his entire body shakes. “What did you agree to, Addi?” he whispers, tracing her lips as she comes again, shuddering and gazing at him through lust-glazed eyes. “Fuck, I wanted you so bad.” His voice cracks on that last and I give in an inch.
Part of an inch.
“Do you know how long seven days are in hell, little mortal?” I breathe. “Eternity has no limit and every minute is drawn out. I can play with you like this forever, tear you apart and put you back the way I want, and tomorrow—every tomorrow—you will still be mine.”
Her sobs stop as she stares at me. A shudder runs through her as her ass contracts on my cocks and she comes without my help.
I grit my teeth at the deluge of pleasure she torments me with. Her body creates a chain reaction I can’t prevent. I fill my knot, sending stream after stream of filth and sin into her body while Bowen wears my pain. He ejaculates on my hand that still clenches on his length, dirtying us and disgracing us both further.
“Fuck,” I gasp, still staring at her. I have a mind to make her lick up the mess she just created.
My little toy came so hard she took us all with her, just at the mention of being tied to me for eternity. A forever full of torment.
Isn’t that interesting?
I smile at Kaleb as my knot lessens a tiny bit, savoring the shock on his face, devouring her pain and pleasure and the haunted, needy look in her eyes. Hells below, she’ll be on her knees well before me, licking my shoes and anything else I want to use to occupy that glorious, cocks-worthy mouth.
Finally, I slip free of my vessel’s hole and tuck myself away. My legs wobble as I stride with a confidence I don’t feel around my desk, tapping Bowen’s mouth to free him. The angel gasps weakly, and slides to the floor.
The hands holding Addi release her. She sighs, her body softening, and she smiles—my toy fucking smiles at me.
Kaleb takes her into his arms, glaring at me as my sins trickle from where they stain her insides. Slowly, he kneels, lowering them both to the thick carpet of my office.
I crouch beside them and touch her face tenderly. “You’re mine, now, Adreana. In every way. But I promise I’ll let Kaleb share you in my down times. He can have you right now, if he cleans you up.”
Kaleb’s brows knit as he nods at me, an astute level of caution in his eyes.
It should be there.
“All right…” He cups her face and strokes her cheek as she softens in his arms, drifting to sleep.
It’s beautiful to watch and haunting, and I feel empty all at once, needing always that which I can’t have.
“Clean my cum from her ass with your tongue if you want the privilege of sharing her,” I add delicately and step over them, heading to the dungeon for my own version of torture. The secret of Kaleb’s existence can wait a while longer.
He groans as I leave, and a glance over my shoulder at the doorway which provides the perfect view of him between her legs, his tongue extended to soothe her tortured little asshole, swallowing my cum. The torment he’ll put up with to have her. My smile is back as I walk to my own penance.
I can’t have my toys having all the fun, after all.