“Are you uncomfortable?”
“Yes.” Haley took a frustrated breath as a smile crossed Damian’s face. “It’s very unpleasant.” She tried not to mirror his infectious smile.
“That ache?” His eyes glimmered, wandering slowly down her body.
“Yes.” She folded her arms over her middle, terribly naked under his gaze. “And you tore off my panties.”
“I like to think of you without any panties on anyway.”
Heat flushed her cheeks, and she lowered her hands, walking toward him. Her voice dropped to a silky murmur. “But you’ve left me so…exposed.”
Damian moved his hand just under her dress to her thigh and drew her closer. She brought her knee onto the bed beside him, then straddled his lap. Gazing at him with dreamy lust, she gently ran her fingers over his head. He stared into her eyes as her fingertips went to the side of his face.
“Is it OK if I kiss you?” she whispered.
“Fuck, Haley.” His lowered voice came out strained. “What are you doing to me?”
Her lips closed gently over his, stroking his lips with her own, and she brushed her tongue into his mouth, sliding it along his.
There was a sharp knock at the door. “Master? Your father is waiting to speak to you.”
Damian pulled away from her mouth. “You’ve put a spell on me, witch.”
She shook her head and tasted her bottom lip, wet and prickled with sensation. There was another rap at the door, and Damian helped her onto her feet as he got up.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He dropped a thoughtful kiss onto her bare shoulder. “Bolt the door while I’m gone, and don’t open it at all for anyone, including me. I can open it on my own.”
Haley nodded, taking in a deep breath. He disappeared out into the hallway, firmly closing the thick door behind him, and she slid the iron bar across.
He’d waited to hear the lock successfully latch before starting down the hall, and his presence moved farther away. She turned around, studying her dark surroundings in closer detail. Damian’s childhood bedroom.
It did not resemble anything childlike at all. Almost like a medieval lair with its gothic furnishings and satanic carvings in the dark bed frame. Waving her fingers at the black candles around the room, she lit them all with golden flames in an attempt to brighten the windowless space. She discovered a door, ajar in the shadows that led to a small bathroom.
There was no bath or shower, just a stone sink, so she improvised, using a washcloth to clean between her legs. To her surprise, she did not linger there, briskly washing and moving down to her inner thighs. Perhaps Damian was right when he’d said she was enjoying his punishments. Her entire body flooded with delicious tension at just the thought of him, and though she didn’t have to abide by his rule to keep from touching herself, she had to admit his games were very stimulating. It wasn’t just the climax she craved, it was him, and the skillful way he could bring her to mind-numbing sexual heights.
She left the bathroom, going over to the desk made of knotted dark wood. Curiosity told her to open the drawers and see what the son of Satan could possibly have inside his desk, but she resisted the urge. She moved on to the beautiful guitar that kept drawing her attention and picked it up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she held it across her lap.
She’d always loved the sound of electric guitar. After her parents were killed, she had taken lessons, finding the music very cathartic, and she’d played random chords in her bedroom for hours on end. As she grew more sociable in high school, she’d gradually lost touch with it before she had quit playing altogether.
The deep red Les Paul was a sexy instrument, and her stomach tightened at the realization that Damian must play guitar. The image of his masterful fingers playing the strings sent a flutter deep in her lower core, and Haley carefully set the guitar back where she’d gotten it.
She crawled onto the giant bed and closed her eyes. A golden light flashed in her mind, glowing directly underneath her. She leaned over the side of the bed, spotting a black drawer handle built into the bed frame.
Damian might be the dark-lord-in-training, but he still deserved his privacy, she shouldn’t be going through his things. But her powers had pointed her toward the drawer for a reason. It could be full of body parts or something.
A chill crawled down her spine. Though it seemed like she could see straight through to his heart, she didn’t really know Damian at all. His charms were blinding her to the reality of their situation. She climbed down from the bed and glanced toward the door, trembling at the thought that he might open it at any second and catch her poking into his dark secrets.
She slid the drawer open a few inches, and her pounding heartbeat fluttered with relief. He did say he was a teenager when he had this room. Three pornographic magazines, the one on top had a picture of a busty schoolgirl wearing pigtails on the cover. The other two were of a light bondage fetish variety, pretty girls with their wrists bound and black ties gagging their mouths. Haley slid those aside. A pair of metal handcuffs, light whips, a riding crop… She picked up the black riding crop, feeling the cool severity of the leather between her fingers.
She snapped the thick square of leather against the top of her thigh. It was a pleasant kind of shock. The sound was more startling than the actual sting. Wielded by his hand, it might even be satisfying. She put it back in its place, the urge in her clit more demanding than ever, and took out the schoolgirl magazine, tossing it onto the bed before closing the drawer.
Her torn panties still lay on the floor in the middle of the room, and she collected them, then separated them into two strips of black ribbon. She pulled her hair into two pigtails at the crown of her head, tying them with black ribbon bows, and waited for her new Master to return.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Damian made his way back to his old bedroom, his mind plagued with grim thoughts after the conversation with his father. The remaining rituals would take days to complete, though most were used more for their theatrics than for obtaining the dark power. Lucifer had chosen to eliminate the others and simply complete the last crucial ceremony, which was to be carried out the following day.
In less than a day, he would step into a new role of leadership. Though his father was adamant that he’d remain the final authority on all major decisions made, Damian would technically be the reigning power in Hell.
And she would be gone.
He didn’t want to think about her leaving. She felt like a bright light, shining into the darkness of his existence. Even strapped to Marybelle’s table, he’d never felt as weak as he did with Haley on his lap. His balls were in a constant state of anguish and lust for her soft little curves was driving him out of his mind. Yet he craved the torment, the sliver of hope that she would concede to more than just his hands and mouth on her.
Using his mind to slide open the lock, he tried to shed his dark emotions. She was sitting up against the headboard, her hair done up in sexy pigtails and her ankles crossed, mindlessly twitching her high heels as she thumbed through the pages of a pornographic magazine he’d forgotten he even owned.
Damian broke into a smile when he noticed the schoolgirl on the cover of the magazine in her hands, clearly the inspiration for Haley’s choice of ribbons in her hair.
“Someone’s been exploring.” He walked to his desk and set down a handful of loose scrolls his father had given him to read before the ritual.
She didn’t reply, closing the magazine, and climbed off the bed. Damian sat down in the heavy desk chair and quickly skimmed one of the papers.
“What’s that?” Haley glanced at the foreign words written on the unrolled parchment.
“The text that will be recited at the next ceremony.”
“Another ritual.”
Damian caught a hint of something in her voice and looked over at her, her girlish pigtails sent a maddening rush to his groin. “I’ll read these later. Are you hungry?”
Haley eyed the s
crolls with pouted lips and nodded slightly.
“What’s on your mind?” He slipped his fingers around her inner thigh, bringing her closer and swiftly pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him. Her eyes glazed with arousal and she kept them lowered to his chest, resting her palms on his shoulders.
“I thought you could read my thoughts.”
“I’d rather just hear it from your mouth.” Damian played with one of her soft pigtails.
Her gaze drifted to his. Conflicted emotions displayed across her delicate features.
“Um…What do you have in your desk drawers?”
An easy smile spread over his lips. “As if you don’t already know.”
Color flooded her cheeks. “It wasn’t my intention to look in the drawer under your bed.”
Damian nodded disbelievingly, recalling what things he kept in that drawer. Whips and handcuffs. “You don’t appear to be turned off by what you found in there.”
“I think your punishments have put me into some kind of heightened state of mind.” She shifted on his lap.
“You’re suffering?”
Haley gave him a pleading look. “Terribly.”
Fuck, so am I. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Damian rested his hands on her thighs, inwardly begging her to let him use his aching cock.
“Put me out of my misery.”
“Be more specific.” His breath was coming in rapid succession as adrenaline pulsed in his chest.
She opened her mouth and took in a breath. “I can’t.”
His ears were ringing with anticipation. “What’s holding you back?”
“I—” She glanced around the room. “I don’t know. You’re the one in control here.”
Boy, was she fucking wrong about that. “You want me to let you have release.”
“Yes.”
He pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress and brusquely lifted her off his lap. He stood up in front of her. “I want to see you naked.”
He forced her dress down until it drifted to the floor, and her soft pink nipples hardened at once. Damian reached behind her to brush the scrolls aside, then sat her on the edge of the desk wearing only her high heels. His hands went to her pigtails, pulling at the ribbons, and her hair tumbled down over her shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Her breath caught as he brought his lips to her neck, nuzzling into her silky hair, gently kissing her.
He moved his hands between her legs. “Spread these for me.”
Haley instantly obeyed, opening her knees. Damian let out a rough breath, slowly sliding his fingers into the wetness. He stroked his fingers deep inside, and she slid her arms around his neck.
“Please, please, Damian. Please let me come…”
His gaze darkened with torment at her agonized cries. My poor cock. “No.” He ran his thumb over her plump clit, and her body shuddered.
“I’m so close! Please, Damian, please…”
He increased his motions, pushing another finger inside her soaking wet pussy. “Don’t you dare come, Haley,” he growled into her ear, then moved his mouth down to her panting breast and hungrily sucked on it.
“I-I can’t, I—” Haley cried out at his torture. “Please.”
She came against his hand, and he shoved his fingers in deeper and faster. “I didn’t say you could come.” He bit down hard on her nipple, and she screamed. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her until her climax was finally spent.
Her heavy limbs hung loosely around him, and she rested her forehead on his shoulder. A strong emotion of guilt emanated from her mind.
He should have given her permission. His neglected cock had driven him to deny her orgasm. “Good girl, Haley, coming for me like that.”
She pursed her lips and her intense blue eyes shined up at him. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I was playing a game with you, I’m sorry. I love the way you come.”
Haley lowered her gaze. Long eyelashes spread along her cheekbones. “OK.”
She licked her lips with a trace of a smile and tapped the desk drawer. “You never told me what was in these.”
He pulled the handle. “I was seventeen the last time I lived in this room, so…” He sifted through the contents. “A little weed, a lighter…Tolkien book…”
“Wait, a Tolkien book?” Her mouth curved into a tiny smile. “As in J-R-R? Are you a Lord of the Rings nerd?”
“No, I’m not a nerd.” He closed the drawer. “I just think it’s a…good story.”
Her lovely smile spread wider.
“If you wanted to know what was in the drawers, you could have just opened them.”
“I really did accidentally stumble upon your…sex drawer. I didn’t want to go through your things.”
“It’s all right.” Damian swept soft strands of hair away from her face.
Haley looked at him in silence for a moment. “Were you really whipping girls with a leather crop when you were seventeen?”
“It was consensual.” He hooked his arm under her knees and helped her to her feet. “I would never do that to you.”
“I already like it when you spank me…I guess it’s kind of along those lines.”
His cock twitched, still raging in his jeans. “Let’s go home.”
“What?” Haley glanced at him. “I don’t think I want any more punishments tonight.”
“I’m not gonna punish you, sweet girl. I feel guilty enough as it is.” He snatched her dress from the floor. “We’re both hungry. I liked my breakfast this morning. Maybe I’ll eat my dinner off you as well.”
Arousal flickered through her darkened blue eyes as she shimmied the confining material up her hips and pulled it over her firm breasts.
He stood behind her and grasped the strained zipper closure. “Let’s get you out of this dress when we get home. Into something more comfortable for you.”
She nodded wearily, lifting her hair so he could zip it all the way to the middle of her back. Her voice fell to an almost silent whisper. “You should take off your clothes too.”
He halted. A dizzying relief washed over him as he held onto her zipper. “Are you sure about that?” He trailed his fingertips along her back.
“Yes.” She glanced back at him. “But, you aren’t… This isn’t some kind of elaborate game, right? You’re not planning to eventually lock me in your dungeon?”
“Why do you think I took off the collar?” He forced the tiny zipper upward.
“It’s a little difficult for me to trust you. And I only lost my virginity like…” Her voice dropped to a sheepish mumble. “Two years ago. My thoughts go a little cloudy when you’re around.”
He drew his arms around her and buried his face in her soft cinnamon hair. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
CHAPTER NINE
Haley held onto the crook of his elbow, and he pushed his hands into his pockets as they headed toward the door of the dark palace.
She slowed her pace and Damian looked over at her.
“What’s wrong?”
Pulling her brows together, she leaned toward his ear. “I can’t ride the dragon without any panties on,” she whispered.
He gave her a half-smile. “You’ll barely even notice the dragon with my cock buried inside you.”
Her mouth fell open as her pulse raced faster.
“Do I have to wait until after we’re finished eating, or can I make love to you on the dinner table?”
Did the dark-lord-in-training just say he wanted to make love to her? Her legs went weak at the idea of him eating another meal off her naked body.
“The dinner table.”
“Master.” A tiny demon wobbled up to them. “Forgive me for intruding, your eminence. Your father wants to speak with you right away.”
“I’ve already spoken to him.” Damian didn’t break his stride.
“Oh, Master, that was before he had an opportunity to meet with your uncle Raden. Now he�
��d like to talk to you again. He’s insisting you join him for dinner.”
“I’m leaving for the night. I’ll speak to him in the morning when I return for the ceremony.”
“Oh, but Master. All due respect of course, but he will surely cut off my head if I return to him with that news.”
He turned to the hunchbacked demon. “We’re leaving. If you don’t want to lose your head, then don’t tell him you saw me.”
“Damian.”
Haley jumped at the bellowing voice behind them. The foyer grew dark with threatening shadows at Lucifer’s presence. She kept her face turned from the dark figure, holding tightly onto Damian’s arm as he looked at his father.
“You and your guest will join me for dinner. Come.” His voice sounded as if it were two creatures speaking at the same time, a growling animal and a monstrous man combining their vocal cords to form one satanic sound.
Damian reached across and touched her fingers, still wrapped desperately around his arm, and followed his father.
Though she kept her gaze fixed on her shoes, Lucifer’s shadowy figure clouded her mind’s eye. Built like his sons (or the other way around), his enormous body had to be at least nine or ten feet tall and made only of sinewy muscle, cloaked in a flowing black robe. His dark power left a trail of shadows in his wake as he moved in silence down the hall. Chills prickled over her skin as an image of his sinister face flashed in her head. He had a thick mane of jet-black hair and oversize reptilian eyes that glowed red and yellow, hollow, seeming to have no depth at all.
They walked into an immense dining room, and Lucifer pulled out the chair at the head of a crowded table. He removed his cloak to reveal a giant set of black wings, bony and tattered, folded onto his back. His wingspan had to be at least eight feet when stretched. Her heart pounded wildly as Damian took out a chair for her, the furthest from the winged monster at the head of the table. She sat down, her eyes perpetually lowered. A glimpse of Raden invaded her thoughts, seated at the table nearby Lucifer with a look of pure delight on his sharp, dark features.
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