Seducing the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  Her hips responded to his attention, moving against his hand as she writhed in his lap. He’d had enough, his cock was in too much pain. He slid his hand away from her drenched sex and out of her dainty panties. Haley cried out.

  “I’m so close…”

  “This is still a punishment, sexy witch. Are you ready for your spanking?”

  Her heels swung loosely over his lap as she helplessly hung her head, her long curls brushing along the floor. “Yes.”

  His cock surged with need at her anguished answer. He pulled apart the dainty ribbons he’d tied himself and yanked her pretty underwear off her, tearing away the thin fabric. His open hand came down hard onto her backside.

  He spanked her again and again, bringing her fair skin to a ripe pink color. His organ was ready to burst behind the constraints of his zipper.

  Haley spread her legs under his heavy hand. He couldn’t resist and slapped her right on the moist mound of plump flesh. She made a startled sound but opened her legs wider, and he smacked her tender pussy again. He almost growled with desire when she raised her hips, allowing him better access to her soft cunt.

  Tension mounted between her legs. Somehow thrilled by her nakedness, Haley moaned as he moved his large palm over her heated chest and into the front of her dress. He groped her breasts with one hand while he spanked her with the other, the tips of his fingers hitting her clit with every slap. Her nipples stiffened, sore from the rough way he’d mouthed them at breakfast, and she moaned loudly at his roaming fingers under her tight dress.

  Her skin was hot from his stinging slaps, and he slowed his hand, massaging and stroking the burning skin. Haley wrapped her fingers around his forearm as he fondled her breast and turned her face toward it, pressing her cheek against his tattooed muscle. She brought her lips to his scars, softly kissing them, and his body tensed.

  Damian lifted her up, swiveling her hips so that she sat sideways on his lap, her high heels dangling just above the floor, and her arms fell around him. She hid against his neck, barely able to sit still. Her backside hurt from his forceful spanking, and his skilled hands had only stoked the burning hunger between her legs. When will he give me release? She clutched tightly to his broad shoulders.

  His thoughts were surprisingly open to her once again, though he’d mentioned before they were guarded. Strange that she could read his mind when no one else could. His mind swarmed with a wild torrent of fragmented feelings, panicked by the tender way she touched him. It seemed he didn’t want her around him anymore.

  She quickly retreated from his mind, her heart somehow pained, and tried to regain a semblance of composure. Releasing her desperate hold on his large frame, she stood up from his lap, almost tumbling to the floor as she found her footing in the high heels.

  Suddenly the ache in her sex didn’t seem as pressing. The gnawing disappointment of being unwanted by Damian set into her stomach. Why did it hurt? Even if he did somehow want something more from her, she could never be with him. He was the Dark Lord of Hell, for God’s sake.

  She smoothed out her skirt, uncomfortably naked under the short dress, and ran her fingers through the tangles in her hair. It wasn’t just the way her body reacted to him, her spirit seemed affected as well, drawn to him in some way far beyond simple gratitude.

  “I have a ritual to complete,” Damian said in a hollow voice.

  He stood, moving the chair back in front of the desk, and walked swiftly past her. She folded her arms across her waist, somber as he unbolted the door without another word to her.

  With a catch in her throat, she followed him out into the hallway and swallowed the lump of emotion. Soon she would be back in Seattle, and he’d be nothing more than a distant memory.

  “Hey, little brother, who’s this?”

  The deep voice belonged to a robust man approaching them in the hall, regarding her with dark eyes. His long black hair swung loosely at his wide shoulders, his arms and neck coated in black tattoos. His name resounded through her thoughts as her powers came to life. Karver. Damian had a brother?

  “So you’re the famous slave girl Uncle Raden’s been screaming about to anyone who’ll listen.” He stood directly in her pathway, giving her a lewd once-over.

  She let out a tiny cry as Damian grabbed her waist, bringing her to his side, and kept moving. She struggled to keep up with his rushed pace, her heels tapping quickly against the floor.

  Karver easily held Damian’s determined stride, and two other men, built of pure muscle, appeared from around a corner, joining them in the hall. They had the same dark features, most likely more of Damian’s brothers.

  “Where are you running off to? About to get nasty with your stolen slave girl?” One of the towering men stepped in front of Damian, blocking his path.

  Damian halted, his fingers digging into her side. “Move, Mordecai.”

  “We just want to have a little fun with your new plaything. She’s not technically yours, Damian.” Karver tilted his head with a smirk.

  “You think you can take all three of us?” Mordecai gave a spirited laugh. “Remember when you were younger and we’d all take turns holding you down and just beat the living shit out of you?”

  “He thinks now that everyone calls him Master he’s better than us.”

  “Victor is right, Damian,” Mordecai continued. “You pulled rank on our own uncle. And after he saved you from that little witch’s torture table! You need to learn a lesson in humility. We’re taking your slave girl.”

  “You’re not going to touch her.”

  “We’re all immortal here, Damian, except for your little toy. You’re laughably outnumbered, little brother. Just give her over.” Karver crowded closer, leaning into Damian’s face.

  Mordecai grinned in Haley’s direction, and she shuddered. “I’m gonna knife your ugly twat, little girl.”

  Damian slipped a blade from his pocket and sliced open Karver’s throat. He grabbed a stunned Mordecai by the collar and stabbed the knife into his mouth, bringing forth a chilling scream, gurgled with blood.

  Haley’s eyes widened in horror as pieces of the man’s tongue fell in a crimson wave down his chin. Karver dropped to his knees, holding his gaping neck as blood poured out of the open wound.

  “Victor.” Damian looked to the silent third man whose eyes had gone black with hatred. “Do you want to lose any body parts?”

  His brother shook his head and turned in another direction.

  Haley stared at the bloody men, and Damian took her arm, leading her away from the macabre scene. They rushed down the staircase, and she lost her footing on the stairs. He caught her just before she landed on her sore backside, pulling her upright, and slowed his pace a bit.

  Still in shock, her vision blurred as they headed down an expansive hall. A faint sound of chanting echoed somewhere nearby.

  She gasped as Damian pulled her to the side of the hall. He ducked into a small passageway that stretched on into darkness.

  He drew her deeper into the shadows and pressed her back against the stone wall. Moving closer, he took her face into his hands and kissed her without restraint. His demanding tongue swept over hers, and her legs weakened, barely holding her up. He held his muscular body against her, pushing her into the wall, and broke the intense kiss with a sharp breath.

  “I’m sorry you had to see that, Haley.” His smoldering green eyes brimmed with concern. “Stay close to me, OK?”

  His whisper sent delicious chills through her, and her tender nipples hardened under her dress with a heated shiver.

  “OK.” She nodded, slinking her vibrating body against him, and moved her arms around his neck.

  He stared at her lips with hooded eyes, darkly cloaked in thick lashes.

  “Kiss me again,” she murmured.

  Damian rushed his mouth to hers. He lowered shaking hands underneath her dress, finding her naked thighs and lifted them around him.

  Haley kissed him back, matching his passion as she squeezed hi
m tightly between her legs. He pressed his erection into her, pulling up her dress so that his jeans rubbed against her bare sex. She moaned, helplessly tilting her hips toward his forceful pressure, and he groaned into her mouth.

  He pulled back from her heated embrace, letting her legs find the floor before he stepped away.

  He cleared his throat and dragged his hand over the back of his head. “I have to do the ritual.”

  She nodded, leaning haphazardly against the wall, chewing on her tingling lower lip. She brushed away a wispy lock of hair and straightened, adjusting her dress with a frown, still unsure what she wanted from the future dark lord.

  Damian turned away from her, then led the way back to the wide hall. They left the dark passage, and he brought her to a set of doors. Chanting voices emanated from the other side, the sound increasing as he opened the door, and he gestured for her to follow.

  It was a large ceremonial chamber, lit by dozens of black candles that hung in iron holders on the walls. Black-robed figures wearing assorted masks crowded the room, all chanting in another language. They swept to the side when he entered, forming a clear pathway for him.

  Damian stopped at a table with several intricately detailed masks spread across it. He chose a simple black one, lined with black lace and black feathered fringe.

  “Here.” He brought the dainty mask over her eyes so she could see through the oval cutouts and moved his arms around her to tie the ribbons behind her head.

  He grasped her hand, taking her with him as he walked toward the center of the room. Haley blinked behind her mask, clutching his palm as the heavily-robed group of masked figures loomed around her.

  He halted at the edge of a circular space in the middle of the chamber. “Stay right here.” He gave her a serious look.

  She felt strange wearing the mask and stared back at him in silence. He had brought her just inside the edge of the circle, oddly on display for the eerie crowd of shrouded figures. Damian waited for her response, and she gave him a slight nod, trying to shut out the awful chanting around her.

  He turned and approached the black stone altar inside the circle.

  Haley’s heart slammed in her chest. A naked woman lay spread-eagle on the stone structure, widening her knees as he moved between them. One of the high priests handed him a devilish black mask with heavy horns, and Damian put it on, covering the top half of his face. His mouth set in a somber line, he looked positively evil in the demonic mask, gazing down at the seductive woman spread out in front of him.

  Haley couldn’t find her breath, and her nerves stood on end, sick with dreading anticipation as Damian unbuttoned his white shirt.

  The high priests spoke in another language, reciting words from a tattered black book. Four masked women removed their robes and draped their naked bodies around Damian. The women helped him take off his shirt, then ran their hands along his muscular arms and down his torso. Haley’s chest hurt at the sight of the other women’s hands on him, but she couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes.

  It was her first brush with actual jealousy. The alien feeling sent her adrenaline soaring. Her insides knotted as the lascivious hands ran up his legs and groped over the front of his jeans. Damian brought his hands down to his belt buckle and pulled it open.

  No, no, no, no…she didn’t want to see this.

  He took down his jeans and his boxer briefs and quickly removed his shoes. Eager to assist him, the women took away his discarded clothes and fondled his muscular calves and thighs.

  He stood at the altar like a demonic god in his evil black mask, his well-muscled form naked in the dim candlelight. Haley’s breath stopped as one of the women approached his large member with her mouth, reaching her fingers toward his testicles.

  The woman’s loud thoughts stabbed into Haley’s mind. “Oh, Master, they look so sore. Let me empty them for you…”

  Haley almost gasped at the miserable emotion rushing inside her, but remained uncomfortably still as the woman slid her mouth over the tip of Damian’s cock.

  He pushed her away, seemingly irritated by her forwardness, and the girl scurried to kneel at the back of his leg, then lightly massaged his calf in remorse. A trickle of light shone through Haley’s savage jealousy.

  Damian took a black candle from the high priest and poured hot wax in a small circle over the belly of the girl on the altar. She tilted her pubis toward him with a moan, and Haley cringed, pressing her lips together.

  Damian gave the candle back to the priest and took a long dagger from him. He hovered his hand above the naked girl and sliced into his palm. His blood ran in drops inside the wax circle on her stomach, and she undulated her hips off the stone, giving him sensual moans of satisfaction.

  The chanting in the room grew louder as the girl sat up from the altar, gazing up at Damian as he stood over her.

  Oh my God, he’s going to fuck her. Right in front of me. Haley’s unblinking eyes filled with hot tears.

  The girl got down to her knees, joining the other naked women at Damian’s feet, and bowed low to the ground.

  Haley glanced around the chamber as every figure in the room bowed to him. She looked toward Damian and found him staring at her. His horned mask sent chills through her core.

  Her gaze dropped to the naked women, literally thrown at his feet. Am I meant to bow to him as well? She caught a little smile on his lips. The devil is smiling at me. Her heart was in her throat. The chanting came to an abrupt stop, and a dead silence fell over the room.

  “May we rise, Master?” The high priest spoke to Damian with his face still low to the floor.

  “Yes.”

  The room erupted with the sound of rustling robes as the masked figures stood and slowly filed out of the chamber.

  The women hadn’t moved from their places on the floor, and Damian stepped around them, taking his folded clothes from the high priest. He wrapped a strip of black silk around his bleeding hand.

  She folded her hands at her waist as he approached. His emerald eyes bored into her from behind the demonic mask.

  “Your thoughts are inexplicable.”

  “Oh.” Haley breathed in quietly, catching a glimpse over his shoulder of the naked women as the high priest escorted them to the door. The tightly wound coil inside her relaxed a little at the sight of them leaving.

  “Ohh…” Damian kept his eyes on her. “You want me all to yourself, Haley?”

  The heavy doors closed and Haley flinched, alone with him in the chamber. He took off the frightening horned mask, turning to place it on the altar.

  “Is that your harem?”

  A smile spread across Damian’s handsome face as he pulled on his boxer briefs. “You’ve lived with me for weeks, I think you’d know if I had a harem.”

  “I was guessing you might inherit it with the throne.” She worked to keep her voice matter-of-fact. “And I have accidentally witnessed you…bedding multiple women before.”

  Damian stepped into his jeans and pulled them up with a furrowed brow. “You were watching? I thought I imagined that.”

  Haley pushed the image from her mind, crossing her ankles where she stood, wringing her hands together. She looked away from his flexing muscles as he shrugged into his collared shirt.

  “Are you jealous, Haley?”

  She opened her mouth, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I’ve never been jealous of anyone before.” She lowered her voice, feeling braver behind the mask. “It’s absurd,” she breathed, “but I guess I don’t like to see you with other women.”

  Damian buttoned his shirt as she swallowed deeply.

  “That isn’t a problem.” He adjusted his sleeves at his elbows. “Since I can’t seem to get it up for any other woman.” He bent and put on his shoes.

  Her lips parted in shock. He stood up, watching her. Suddenly remembering the mask, she slipped it off, bringing her hand to her hair, and kept her gaze lowered. Her thoughts traveled to images of him refusing
the girl’s mouth during the ritual. His organ hadn’t been erect. Even hanging limp, it was still rather large. She abruptly halted her train of thought when she felt Damian lingering inside her head, witnessing her dwell on the size of his member.

  He had an amused expression as he took her arm, leading her to the door. “It doesn’t look like that with you, Haley. You get me painfully hard.”

  Her steps slowed at the effect his words had on her, a clenching deep in her stomach, and she struggled to walk gracefully.

  “But my cock remains untouched.” He smirked, opening the door for her.

  She balled her hands into tight fists, then opened her palms and moved past him into the giant hallway. The red sky above the high glass ceiling darkened with black clouds that cast a dismal shadow across the wide space.

  As they headed down a familiar hall, they walked by the dark passageway where he’d kissed her before the ritual. The memory of his overwhelming body heat pressing her against the wall sent her nerves into overdrive. The ache between her legs was becoming a constant dilemma.

  Her body tensed as she passed through the large demons guarding the staircase and followed him up the steps. The black marble floor in the hall had been cleaned, leaving no trace of the earlier incident with his brothers, and the corridors were silent and empty. He led her inside the grim room with the gloomy furniture. Relief flooded through her as he latched the iron lock behind them. The red Les Paul guitar against the wall caught her eye again.

  “What is this room?”

  “My bedroom. Or it was until I was seventeen.”

  “Did you always bring girls in here to spank them?” She looked up at him as he walked past her.

  “I think you’re enjoying those punishments a little too much.” Damian sank down at the side of the enormous bed.

  She squirmed at the nagging sensation between her legs. “Will you ever let me…” Her hips shifted as she tried not to tighten her fists. “Finish?”