6. Prima Donna
Ray
All the fear I’d felt, all the doubts, all the concerns—they all went up in smoke as Christy sat on the edge of the bed.
Before we went any further, we really needed clear outlines. Especially with the sort of sex she was asking for, and what I wanted to do to her.
She was beautiful, flushed from her orgasm, her knees together as if she could hide herself from us. My cock throbbed, begging to be deep inside her already, but I was a hell of lot more patient than my mate.
Erik sometimes went too far. I’d worried he was doing so earlier, but Christy liked it. She liked that part of him far more than I could have ever guessed she would.
I still wanted breakfast with her. I wanted to talk to her for hours and listen to her sing. Hearing her practice in the evenings while she made herself dinner had become my favorite activity since she’d entered our lives. I’d linger, listen, and watch.
But now here she was, within our ghostly grasps.
“CNC is one of my kinks,” I said.
“He also enjoys restraining with rope or ribbons or cuffs.”
I shot Erik a dirty look. He was far too fucking smug right now. I knew he felt like he’d won, although it wasn’t as if we’d even made a bet. What a fucking dick. Sometimes I hated how much I loved him and how much he got me off.
And how well he knew me.
“I also enjoy impact play,” I said. “I like . . . Well, I like using canes. But they’re rather harsh and leave marks.”
“I like marks.” She swallowed hard. “I mean, I cannot have them in certain places with my job. But all the clothing I wear, it’s not as if my thighs or ass are shown. I like the idea of being marked and feeling the sting the next day. It would make me happy.”
I did want to make her happy, didn’t I?
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to temper the demon inside me. To convince myself to take things slow. But it was a worthless battle at this point.
“I want to be collared,” she whispered. “I want . . . I love pain. It turns me on. Without a doubt, I’m a masochist. And I love submission too, because it means I don’t have to make decisions for a while.”
“I think our kinks mesh very well,” Erik said. “I would like for you to use the safe word red if you are able to speak. And if you are unable to speak, to tap one of our bodies like this.”
Erik showed her the same signal we’d been using for two hundred years.
Christy nodded. “Of course. That works for me.”
“Is there anything you don’t want to do?” he asked, glancing over at me. Are you okay?
I heard his voice in my mind and gave a slight nod. I was okay, I was just considering everything. Yes.
“I cannot think of anything,” she said. “I have never let myself be open about my wants because so often, the person I’ve been with did not understand them or it felt like it might be something taken advantage of. And I don’t want to ever be treated as lesser than.”
“And you never will be,” I said. I sat down next to her on the bed. “Being submissive or having these sorts of desires is normal. It is not as uncommon as you might believe, and it does not make you a bad person. Exploring desires safely is not wrong.”
She relaxed next to me, releasing a slow breath. “Thank you for that.”
I reached over, interlacing our fingers.
“Of course. I still would like to make it clear that we want to actually know you. It’s just that you are everything we’ve wanted and more, and it is difficult to tame lust. I do want to have breakfast with you.
I want to share tea and learn your likes and dislikes. ”
“He just also wants to fuck you while you beg him not to,” Erik said, closing in on us.
I sighed. “Erik also wants these things, he’s just very bad at expressing it in a normal manner.”
“I think I am quite normal.” He stopped once he was in front of us, his smile making my stomach slowly flip. “When will you show her your monstrous side, sunshine?”
Christy’s brows lifted. “You call him sunshine?”
“I do.” Erik leaned in, his face only an inch from mine. “She will love it as much as I do.”
Christy gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, but I shook my head. “Not yet.”
“Okay,” Erik sighed. “If you insist.”
“I do.” I wrinkled my nose as my mate floated a couple feet away, reaching a chair that had been in the corner of Christy’s room for as long as I could remember.
He shifted back into his more human form and took a seat, leaning back as he regarded us with hungry eyes. “I want you to fuck her for me, sunshine. You know her safe word. You know she likes pain. You know what she’s asked of you.” An evil smile wrought his lips. “Do it.”
“Will you join us?” I asked.
“No. I will watch. If I change my mind, you will know. I kissed her first, so this is only fair.”
Christy’s eyes lit up as she looked up at me. She was stunning, truly. All of her, every single part.
“Are you certain?” I asked gently. “Are you sure you want to try CNC with me?”
She stood up and turned to face me, slowly straddling my lap until I felt the heat of her pussy rubbing against my cock through my pants. She looked down at me, her breasts right in my face, nipples begging to be sucked.
“I want this,” she said, her voice sure. “If you’d rather wait, then we can. I can always get ready for work early and see you tonight—”
“No.”
In a blink, I had her pinned beneath me. She gasped, clearly shocked by how quickly I’d moved. I heard Erik’s dark chuckle, and ignored the bastard.
I trapped her wrists with one hand above her head, appreciating the lines of her body beneath me. She went still, her eyes wide and on me.
“The things I want to do to you,” I sighed, keeping her pinned down with my weight.
I waited for a moment, and then saw it slowly click into place for her. In order for this to work, she did need to argue or fight or resist in some way.
“Tonight, when you get home from work, you’re going to go to sleep,” I said. “And in the middle of the night, you’re going to wake up with my cock already inside you. Breeding your perfect cunt, trapping you against my body until you come around my cock.”
Her breath hitched, and gods, Erik was fucking right. I could see how much she craved that.
“Yes,” she whispered. “You have my consent.”
“To touch you while you sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Naughty girl,” I purred. “Want to know a secret?”
She nodded, but I could hear the flutter of her pulse. I was making her nervous by taking my time with her, and it was turning me on. Well, turning me on even more.
“I’ve seen you masturbate so many times,” I whispered.
“And I’ve watched you choke yourself to make yourself come.
I know just how twisted you are, angel. I’ve heard your whispers, I’ve watched the way you touch yourself.
I’ve watched you pinch your thigh to feel pain with one hand while you rub that perfect clit with your other. ”
She started to squirm under me. “You shouldn’t have seen that,” she gasped.
I could feel Erik’s attention sharpening.
I hadn’t told him about those moments I’d caught. No, I’d kept them all to myself.
“I know what kind of pain you like,” I said, keeping my voice at the same low tone. Right now, I was a predator and she was my prey. Wriggling and writhing and soon to be begging. “And I know how fucking desperate you’ve been for someone to turn you into their own little pain whore.”
“Fuck you,” she growled, yanking her hands from my hold.
I let her, but otherwise, I didn’t budge. But now, she was pissed and thrown off and wet. So fucking wet between her thighs. I knew if I touched her I’d find her drenched for me.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I asked. “You asked for this and now that you realize I know what you are, you want to run away.”
She shoved harder against me this time, her nails dragging over my chest hard enough to nearly draw blood. With a snarl, I flipped her over onto her stomach, holding her down as she started to fight against me. My palm collided with her ass cheek and she cried out.
And then her fighting doubled down.
I growled as I managed to wrestle her limbs into place, forcing her legs apart and doing my best to keep them still.
She was far stronger than she looked, and that excited me.
The scent of her arousal grew stronger and then I caught Erik’s scent, along with the sound of his hand stroking both cocks.
My cock was so hard, it hurt. I grabbed Christy’s wrists and pinned them to her lower back as she growled and yelped and cursed me, furious as I shoved my fingers against her pussy.
“Just like I thought,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You are a little feisty whore, aren’t you? My prima donna pain slut.”
She yelled as I pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them relentlessly. Vulgar wet sounds filled the room and I heard my mate’s low groan follow.
“Stop,” Christy gasped. “Stop. I want you to stop.”
I hesitated, but she shook her head.
Don’t stop, Erik told me. She has not said red. She does not want you to stop.
I took a moment, but then pushed my fingers deeper. She kicked out with her foot, but missed me. I laughed as she fought harder, her pleas growing louder.
“Don’t touch me,” she cried. “I hate you.”
I straddled the backs of her thighs and released her hands, letting her attempt to crawl away. She tried, but between the weight of my body and the way I had her pinned, it was no use. I added a third finger, fucking her pussy with my hand until her voice pitched to a scream.
Her other hole waited for me and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down, running the tip of my tongue around it, rimming her as she kept riding my hand.
“Oh holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” That was definitely her real self. There was no pretending. She jerked beneath me in shock, but didn’t ask me to stop.
I prodded her ass with my tongue, groaning as she started to hump my hand.
“Stop,” she cried.
Her voice was breathless and I kept going until she tensed around me, going still and silent for just a couple seconds before her orgasm crashed into her. I felt the gush of her cum around my fingers and drew back, watching her cunt as she clenched around me.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
I removed my fingers, taking the few seconds she was blissed out to reposition her. I put her on all fours facing Erik and settled behind her, meeting his gaze as I guided the head of my cock to her pussy.
“Ray,” she whimpered.
I paused, looking down at her. “Should we stop?”
“No.”
Okay then. I looked down at my cock, wondering if she’d be able to take me. Ridges lined the top and bottom, my knot at the base swollen and ready to be locked inside her.
Erik was suddenly in front of her, both of his cocks out and hard. Pre-cum dripped from them, and shocking us equally, Christy opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.
I growled and thrust forward, giving her the first couple of inches. She gasped, her head falling forward, her shoulders tensing.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “You’re thick. You’re so fucking thick. And long.”
I pushed further inside her, holding Erik’s gaze as I claimed our mate. His eyes softened as I kept slowly easing into her.
She made the most perfect sounds.
I love you, he told me.
I love you as well.
We will love her. She will love us. I know it.
I hoped that was true. I hoped that soon, our curse would be just a bad memory.
But for now, for this moment, I focused on being inside her and thrusted my hips all the way forward—giving her every phantom inch of my monstrous cock.