by His Slave
Erik grabbed the photograph and tucked it into the folds of his wallet. “Nah. It’s my brother’s kid.”
My eyes narrowed as I studied his aura. No shift in color—he was telling the truth. I sighed, my tense shoulders relaxing.
He handed me the cash without any more debate, plus an extra twenty. Cheap-ass. You don’t come to a strip club with several hundred dollars in your wallet and plan on leaving here innocently. It definitely made me feel better about what was to happen. Nevertheless, I always marvel at how easy it is to get men to cheat on their wives.
He sat in a chair in the middle of the room. I slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and slid it down over his shoulders. Surprisingly, he had an amazing body. Much more fit than I thought he would be. Grabbing his bottom lip between my teeth, I sucked on it while undoing his belt and lowered his pants. They dropped to the floor with a clunk.
“What do you have in those pockets? Rocks?” I smirked, tilting my head to the side. He was already hard, standing at full attention.
I left him in the chair, his pants pooled around his ankles, and danced around him, lifting my leg over his shoulder. It offered him close-up view of my sex peeking out from under the black fabric of my dress. “You want to taste me, don’t you, Erik?”
He cleared his throat, allowing his eyes to travel up my thigh and land on the glistening flesh between my legs. “Uh-huh.” His eyes were wide and dazed.
“So? Go ahead. Give me your best tongue.”
He flicked his tongue out, lightly brushing over my skin. The contact made me moan softly, yearning for more. He slowly ran his tongue along my lips and into my folds until finally covering my clit with his mouth, sucking. I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me harder. Two fingers entered me. I was so wet, I begged for a third. He quickly obliged, pulsating them in and out with a “come hither” sort of movement. My muscles tightened around him. It wouldn’t take long for me to come.
“Just your tongue....” My voice was hoarse and breathy. He followed my orders, removing his fingers and delving his tongue deep within me. In seconds, I was coming on his face.
As my tremors finished, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face back so that he could see mine. “How’d I taste?”
“Amazing.” His voice was gruff. The shy stutter was completely gone, replaced with lust.
“Tell me I taste better than your wife,” I demanded.
“You taste so much better than my wife. She’s nothing compared to you.”
I turned around and had him unzip my dress, slipping the soft fabric off my body. The movement made my already-hard nipples even tighter. Naked, with the exception of my thigh-high stockings and heels, I straddled him.
“Wait.” Concern suddenly filled his eyes. For a moment, there was hope for his soul. “Don’t we need... protection?”
I laughed a sultry, throaty chuckle. “Not with me, baby. That’s not an issue. Relax....” I dropped to my knees and lowered my mouth to his cock, running my lips along his shaft and twisting my tongue around his tip. I loved the feel of a cock slamming into the back of my throat. I increased my pressure and speed until he was ready for me.
I sat up, facing away from him in the reverse cowgirl position, and lowered myself down. It felt incredible having him fill me entirely. He sat there, not moving at all. And it figured. For four hundred dollars, of course he expected me to do the work. I lifted myself up, enjoying the sensation of his dick pulling away from me, and just before I lifted up entirely, I came back down hard. He groaned and grabbed my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I continued bouncing on him, feeling his size grow larger as he got more and more excited.
“You like that?” I asked, much louder than before. “You like being fucked by someone other than your wife?”
“God, yes,” he cried out.
“Tell me!” I turned so that I could face him and grabbed his face roughly with one hand. “Say it again.” I continued fucking him hard, squeezing my muscles as I reached his tip. My wetness grew with each thrust—so much so that I could feel it dripping out over my lips.
I slapped him across the cheek, perhaps harder than I intended to. “I said, tell me!”
“I love being fucked by you. You’re so much better than my wife.”
My itch raged on, worse than before, almost unbearably so. It wouldn’t be relieved until he came—my release would come when he did. I could tell by his suddenly larger girth stretching my insides that he wasn’t going to last much longer. I rolled my hips in circles over him, and his velvety tip rubbed just the right areas. The swelling felt amazing. He grabbed my ass and pulled me down onto him hard. His body trembled and his juices filled me. I groaned in delight at both his release and the life I was sucking from him. The orgasm was good, but the high from his soul was even better.
In a flash, I saw a movie reel of his life. Like a flipbook, I caught a quick glimpse of what was to come in Erik’s life and what the world would lack by my stealing a portion of it. I saw him playing catch with a little boy, signing divorce papers, and finally ... I saw him sitting quietly in a rocking chair, eyes closed. I exhaled, and it wasn’t until that second that I realized I had been holding my breath. You just never know until that moment what exactly you’re taking from your conquest. Knowing he was going to die peacefully in his rocking chair allowed my stress to melt away.
Seconds later, my human form radiated with life—his life. Muscles deep inside me tensed, and the sweet release of my own orgasm squeezed every last drop from him. With a forefinger, he flicked my clit and I screamed as the tremors rolled through my body again.
Pulling away from his body, I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs. I put my other leg back up on his shoulder. “Lick me,” I demanded.
“But, I-I—” he stammered, staring nervously at his juices combined with my own.
“Shut the fuck up and lick me.” I spoke through clenched teeth.
More hesitantly than before, he brought his tongue to the dripping area between my legs, tentatively licking.
“Harder!”
His tongue stiffened, and the tension built inside me once again. My muscles pulsed, squeezing the cum out of me and onto his tongue.
“How do I taste now?”
“Still amazing,” he said. He slapped my ass, squeezing my cheek with one hand.
His sudden force caught me off guard, and I moaned as my body convulsed in yet another orgasm. After, I leaned down and licked the juices from his lips.
We finished dressing and he came up behind me, kissing my neck. “That was amazing.” He reached in front and caressed my breast through the material of my dress. “You are amazing. I had no idea it could be that great.” He tucked another hundred dollar bill between my cleavage. “Can I see you again?” He was speaking fast, and I could see the effects of succubus sex affecting him already. It acts as a sort of high, making my victims more manic and stronger than they normally are. One of the many ways we succubi keep them addicted, coming back for more.
I rolled my eyes, and even though he couldn’t see me, he probably sensed my annoyance. “Well, of course we’ll see each other again. You’re in the coffee shop every fucking day.”
He turned me around so I was face-to-face with him. I didn’t realize before how tall he was. My eyes were about level with his pecs. “That’s not what I meant.” He brushed a piece of hair from my face.
“I-I know.” I stammered slightly, feeling uncharacteristically bad for the man. “But I try to keep my two lives separate. My dancing life and the café life. Inviting you here was a... a momentary lapse in judgment.”
He tilted my chin toward his and gave a small tug on my almost black locks. “I like this look. Is it a wig?” Then with the same hand, he cupped my jaw. For a second there, I really thought he was going to kiss me.
“Something like that,” I replied.
“So, I can visit you here at the club?”
I nodded, sadness washing over me. Leaning in, he brushed his
lips against mine. It was so intimate. So atypical for me. Intimacy was not something I experienced on a sexual level. It had been decades since I had felt that sort of sexual affection and actually acted on it. My stomach clenched; a rush of sorrow flooded me for... everything. For his wife. His deceit. Because of me, he would die a week sooner than he should have; I stole part of this man’s soul and suckered him into cheating on his wife. Okay, well, maybe I didn’t sucker him, but I certainly offered temptation. He may have gone his entire marriage without any infidelity if it hadn’t been for me. Maybe I was the reason he’d be signing those divorce papers in the future. I needed to get away from him—away from this club.
I broke free from his kiss and headed toward the door. “I’ll see you around, Erik.” It was the first time I said his name without dripping sarcasm.
As the door clicked shut behind me, I instantaneously felt Lucien’s presence. Seconds later, he stood before me. And he did not look happy.
“My office, Monica. Now.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born into a hippie commune filled with undercover cops and raised in a tent, Vonna Harper discovered her writing talent while penning excuses (supposedly written by her keepers) for her many school absences. Despite her spotty attendance, she graduated college at fifteen and joined a group of foreign mercenaries. Unfortunately, she was bitten by a brown recluse and shown the door. Upon returning to the United States, she bought a gold mine and spent the next year perfecting her pickaxe technique. Despite the mine’s awesome output, the resident rattlers finally drove her to sell it. Being independently wealthy and jetting around the world in her own jet proved boring, so she finally gave in to the muse and turned to her computer in earnest. Twelve computers and three carpal tunnel surgeries later, she’s still writing and LOVING IT, LOVING IT, she says. She somehow found time to get married, give birth twice, and find various dogs to own her. Like the stereotypical old soldier, she plans on just fading away when she can no longer pound the keyboard, sans shoes and pantyhose, of course.
Visit her on the Web at vonnaharper.com.
CANYON SHADOWS
Undeniable
Canine trainer Shari Afton can’t deny the shiver of pleasure that runs through her at the sound of Maco Durant’s sexy voice over the phone. Seems that trouble has followed this Wyoming rancher to Oregon, and he wants two of her guard dogs for protection. And she wants to see the cowboy face-to-face....
Uncontrollable
As she waits for Maco, the last thing Shari expects is the sound of a gunshot. When Maco arrives, Shari puts on a brave front, but the shooting brings back vivid memories of her past, and she can barely control her emotions around this rugged stranger....
Unforgettable
Maco’s concern awakens an intimate place deep inside that Shari has almost forgotten. With one touch, he ignites her erotic desire, and within his strong, masculine embrace, she surrenders to a wild ride in the saddle, Western style....
SPIRIT OF THE WOLF
Passionate
A cattle rancher with a past he’d rather forget, Matt prefers to be alone. But that all changes the night he meets Cat. Her eyes, her lips, her body—he wants her. He needs her....
Primal
Unable to resist the attraction he feels for Cat, Matt takes her with a primitive passion he’s never felt before. The sex is intense and wildly erotic, yet still he hungers for more....
Powerful
As he struggles to control his fierce desire, Matt begins to experience a strange kinship with the wolves who roam his lands. Like them, he longs to be wild and free—but can he take Cat with him, or must he leave her behind for a fate not even he understands....
YES, MASTER...
Enter a world of forbidden pleasure, where complete surrender means total ecstasy....
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Ruby’s Awakening by Anne Rainey
Ruby London can’t wait to celebrate her big promotion, but her boyfriend leaves her high and dry. When she spies her darkly sensual neighbor naked in the pool, she’s ready to get wet for a long night of untamed pleasure....
Runa’s High by Vonna Harper
A dedicated runner, Runa Mullan is always on the move. But when sexy masseuse Ken Paro places his hands on her body and tells her to simply relax, she finally lets go and revels in total submission to her master....
TAMING THE COUGAR
She Senses Him
Deep in the canyons of northern Arizona, animal psychic Kai Tallon senses someone—or something—watching her, and wonders if the legends are true. This is the land of the Tocho—a pride of half man/half cougars borne of the Navajo and rumored to possess unearthly masculine prowess....
She Feels Him
As night falls, Kai knows sleep will elude her, for her body is thrumming with sexual energy. But once she surrenders to the erotic sensations sweeping through her, she discovers a pleasure so breathtaking it can only be a dream . . . so intense it can only be real . . . so teasing, she knows she isn’t alone.
She Wants Him
Kai lusts after this mysterious presence whose visitations arouse her with his primal sexuality. Quivering with need, she longs to feel him deep inside. And she will, for the man in him wants her, and the animal in him will take her. Now a willing prisoner to rapture, Kai must choose between her captor-lover and returning to civilization.
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Copyright © 2013 by Vonna Harper
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-4228-0
eISBN-13: 978-0-7582-8918-6
eISBN-10: 0-7582-8918-9
First Kensington Electronic Edition: July 2013