Chapter 21 Earn It
EARN IT
Davarox
Davarox lingered in the doorway as he watched Rosalind and Lazerath explore the private chamber at Temptation. The bed designed for multiple demons took up most of the space, the singular chair sat in the corner, and the cabinet with supplies on the opposite wall.
A list. He’d made a fucking list—more than one, actually—of things he thought they might get to tonight. Assuming everyone was still consenting and he hadn’t frightened them away after the first trial.
But he’d also made a decision. As he’d watched Rosalind sleep so peacefully in his bed, realized how much she trusted him to close her eyes after everything he showed her, he knew that he needed to be done hiding.
If this woman could come into his home so easily and risk her vulnerabilities with him, of all demons, he needed to grow the fuck up and be honest with himself.
That was the source of his nerves.
“This sure sets a mood,” Lazerath said from the side of the bed.
Rosalind peeked over his shoulder, where the red demon had opened the drawer containing the bottles of oil and lubrication.
She hummed. “We’ll probably use at least a third of it.”
His head whipped to her. “A third?”
“If you think you can last that long.” Her dark eyes slid across the room to where Dav stood. “I’m sure Davarox and I can keep ourselves entertained until we’re done.”
Laz leaned down to her eye level and smirked. “I guess we’ll see who taps out first.” He straightened and turned to Dav. “So, uh, how does this go?”
Davarox pushed off the locked door, realizing he needed to stop being in the background and actually take charge.
It felt similar to slipping on a mask, or, perhaps more accurately, taking off one.
And as nervous as he was, falling deeper into himself than he had the first time they’d been together seemed easier.
Maybe if things went poorly, he could pretend this part of him wasn’t… him.
“Every new activity requires consent,” he said to distract himself, taking his time as he walked farther into the room. “I will check in between those moments as well, but if at any time someone says stop, we stop. No judgement. This is the time to overcommunicate.”
He said the last bit to Lazerath, who nodded. “Yeah, yes, I’m pretty good at that.”
Dav glanced at Rosalind, whose hands were flexing at her sides. “Nervous, baby?”
“Yes and no,” she said, wiping her palms on her pants. “The good kind. Anticipation.”
Dav smirked at that, thankful she at least had some experience with these desires before.
“Good.” He finished his path to stand before them, tail flicking, and let the rest of his guard fall. “Lazerath, the rope from the supplies.”
The red demon cleared his throat before striding to the cabinet and cautiously opening the doors. Dav watched him stiffen as he took in the contents, half of which even Dav wasn’t personally interested in but was curious if it might catch Rose’s or Laz’s attention.
Dutifully, Lazerath bypassed them all and selected the rope before bringing it over to Dav.
Rose’s eyes had gone dark, like she knew where things were headed, so when Davarox uncoiled the rope, she was nodding before he asked.
“That’s good, baby, but I’m still going to ask if you’re okay with your hands being tied behind your back.”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “I’ll use my words.”
Davarox huffed a laugh before motioning her to turn, then glanced at Laz who was watching with a focus Dav had never seen.
“Pay attention,” Dav instructed. “See how much she’s looking forward to this.”
The end of the rope in hand, he teased it over her shoulder, over the lacy purple crop top and pink bustier underneath. Her skin pebbled as he moved, dragging the frayed ends down to her elbows and where her wrist had already crossed over the other.
He bypassed them, teasing the small of her back before dragging the rope down her other arm in the same slow motions. The moment she shifted in place, he draped the end between her crossed hands and leaned closer, breath fanning the back of her neck.
“I’m going to show you first.” He waited for her audible approval before twisting the rope around loosely. “This knot will hold if you tug this way”—he demonstrated by separating her hands until they hit resistance—“but if you need free, you can pull this way.”
He guided her hands, showing how to tug on one end to loosen enough if she needed or wanted to get out on her own.
“You say stop, but if it gets to be too much, you are also in control.”
“Thank you,” Rosalind said over her shoulder.
Dav spotted Lazerath squirming where he stood with eyes locked on Rosalind’s crossed wrists. “You good?”
“Y-yup,” he said, clearing his throat before answering more firmly. “Yes.”
“Come here,” Dav instructed, placing Laz’s hands over the rope as he finished tying. He showed Laz how to free the rope, then secured it a little tighter on her wrists.
Rosalind sucked in a breath, and fuck, Dav’s cock was already hardening. Satisfied with his work, he turned Rose to face Laz and backed away.
“What are you…” Laz’s brow rose when Dav lowered himself into the chair, leaning back and getting himself comfortable. He slowly loosened the ties of his shirt before spreading his legs. Surveying with a calm he did not feel. Not yet.
Rosalind looked on, squirming but much more in control than Laz who had gone completely still.
“If we’re ready to begin,” Davarox said, eyeing him then gesturing toward Rosalind. “Those pants need to go.”
Laz’s hands snapped toward her hips, using his grip on the tight fabric to pull her closer. Just when Dav was about to warn him, Lazerath slowed his pace, tightened his grip, and then, while keeping perfect eye contact, bent a knee.
He lowered himself to the floor, gaze locked on Rosalind as he rubbed his palms over her thighs, to the backs of her knees, and then back up to the ties at her waist. His fingers plucked at the knot, slowly tugging until he could get a better grip of the fabric.
Rosalind wiggled her hips as he peeled her pants down, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of her flesh. For all Davarox had felt her thighs and ass in his palms, watching was a special kind of pleasure.
“Oh, beautiful,” Laz groaned as he removed her heeled boots to pull her legs free. He dragged his nose up the inside of her leg, and Dav decided not to scold him for the tongue that darted out to taste her.
“Leave the lace,” Dav said when Laz’s fingers inched closer to the pink lace that matched her bustier. “She looks too good.”
Lazerath hummed his agreement, tail swishing across the floor.
“You look good, too,” Davarox said, testing the tension in the room. “On your knees like that, probably hard as fuck being so close to her cunt and not being allowed to taste. Am I right, Rosalind?”
She nodded, her cheeks a soft pink. “He looks desperate already.”
“Of course he is. Did you wear pink just for him?”
“For you, too.”
“Trying to distract me? Make me forget about earlier?”
Rosalind’s eyes widened, the black nearly swallowing the color as thrill spiked her heart. The scent of her arousal permeated the air.
Davarox crooked his finger, tongue wetting his lower lip as she took the first step in his direction. Lazerath made to move, too, but Dav held up his other hand.
“Not you.” With Rose still walking toward him, wrists at her back, he said to Laz, “Stay there on your knees like a good boy and watch.”
Dav could now see the hardness pressing at Laz’s trousers, see how turned on this made him, and more of his own nerves dissipated at the sight.
Rosalind stopped in front of Dav, pulling his attention back to his temptress as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.
“Not even arguing with me.”
She shook her head. “I know what’s coming.”
“Do you, now?” He let his eyes trail down her chest, to the softness of her belly and the curve of her hips. Then back to her face. “Prove it.”
Rose did, because she was so excellent at following his directions. And though she wasn’t a tease, she did swish her hips just enough to show how much she anticipated what was to come. She moved to the side of his chair, eyes drifting to the cabinet that had been left open.
“Like before, baby,” Dav reassured her, knowing her eyes had gone to some toys he had no intention of ever using. “You say the word and we move on.”
Rosalind took a slow breath before adjusting her feet then bent herself over the arm of the chair, putting her face directly over his erection.
“Fuck,” Lazerath groaned.
Davarox managed to snap a warning at the male that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, moments before Rose’s nose nudged his cock through his pants. His hand weaved through the hair at the base of her skull, gripping just tight enough to hold her up and away from his hardness.
“Now, baby, play fair. I’ll give you what you want, but first you need a little something to remember the next time you think to not take care of yourself.”
His other hand slid over her ass, squeezing the lacy fabric and her flesh before withdrawing and bringing his palm down in a sharp clap.
As predicted, Lazerath’s roar came almost before the impact. “What the fuck—”
Rosalind’s gasp turned into a long moan, and Lazerath fell silent. In that quick second, he’d already gotten halfway to standing, but now he was frozen, gaze flicking between Rosalind’s face and where Davarox was massaging the warmth of her ass.
“This is what happens when our girl chooses work over sleep, exhausting herself.” Another slap, Rosalind jerking and then moaning as she sagged closer to Dav’s lap. “Listen to that, Laz. Listen to how much she wants this. I wonder if she’d misbehave just to be bent over our laps.”
“Never,” Rosalind panted after a third slap, hips beginning to wriggle against the chair’s arm.
“No, you wouldn’t,” Dav said soothingly. “It’s only because you get distracted. Focused on the wrong things. That’s why I’m here, to remind you.”