by Sharon Page
Heath opened the set of doors in front of him. He reached up onto a shelf, his buttocks tightening as he did, turning his derriere into two hard, rounded globes. She swallowed hard.
He turned, holding the most enormous carved … thing. Long, ivory-white, and gleaming. He held it up. “A phallic toy, carved from an elephant’s tusk.”
“But it must be two feet long! Surely no one would ever want that inside them.”
“I know for a fact this one was used. Dimitri had a woman masturbate with it—on his dining room table while his guests ate dessert.”
She clapped her hand to her mouth. “This time you are joking. You must be.”
“No. The woman in question enjoyed herself.”
“Well, I am not going to try that. You can.” Then she flushed. For she knew how men used such toys on themselves. Many men liked to have their anuses pleasured.
Heath leaned against the bedpost, legs crossed at the ankles, his erection straining in front of him. “Would you like to see that?”
“I should call your bluff, Heath, and command you to do it. What if I were to tell you I won’t have an orgasm with you tonight unless I see you take all of that massive thing inside your arse—?”
Suddenly he was in front of her, his palms clamped hard on her derriere. He pulled her against him and slanted his mouth over hers.
It was a kiss to launch a wildfire, a fire hot enough to scorch half of England. He yanked open the belt of her robe and the sides parted. The smooth, rounded tip of the ivory phallus he held brushed her tummy. So did the taut, shiny head of his rigid cock. The ivory cock stroked over her, moving lower. His penis stayed put, dabbing sticky fluid against her belly.
Heath nudged the fake cock between her thighs. Rubbed it back and forth until she quivered, and grew wet and creamy inside.
“Just the tip,” he whispered against her lips. “Just the tip to tease you. Watch.”
She looked down. And gasped at the sight of his large hand wrapped around the gleaming ivory shaft. She saw it disappear between her legs, between the scarlet silk.
“I wish this was my cock doing this to you.”
Heavens, Heath’s voice was strained. She looked up at his face. His jaw was tense, and deep lines bracketed his mouth. His lids had turned sleepy with lust, and his thick lashes hid his eyes.
He looked daringly experienced, yet astonishingly innocent and vulnerable.
She wanted him. She didn’t care about unleashing demons. Or destroying the world. She burned too much.
“It feels like your cock. As big and long as you are,” she whispered. He had rested his head on her shoulder as he slid the shaft in and out from between her thighs. Smooth ivory stroked between her nether lips like a bow coaxing music from a violin.
He brushed the dildo along her throbbing clitoris with each pass. Her toes curled; her legs were swiftly turning to jelly.
“Look down, my love. See how wet you’ve made it. I wish, love, I could dip myself in you and get drenched.”
The ivory was glistening with her juices. She reached down and touched her quim, moistening her fingers. She touched her damp fingers to his balls. “I want to make you wet with me. This way. With my fingers.”
She heard his breath catch. And she looked at his face. His thick lashes were lowered over his shimmering eyes. He looked like she felt: so caught up in desire he could barely open his eyes.
“All right, Vivi, my love. Stroke yourself. Then make me wet.”
She trembled as she delved her fingers around the dildo he still held there. Goodness, her juices were bubbling out. She was so astonishingly wet. And in an instant, her fingers were slick and sticky. She stroked them along the hot, remarkable length of his prick, loving the velvety feel of him, the rigidity beneath.
“God, yes,” he growled. He watched every brush of her fingers. He’d forgotten his duty to ply her with the enormous gewgaw between her legs. But she didn’t care. She wanted to please him for a while. Then she could give him a tap and remind him to pleasure her….
His fingers brushed hers out of the way. The dildo fell to the wood floor with a clatter.
He gripped his cock in his tight fist. The veins strained on the back of his hand, on his forearm, and on his shaft. “I can’t resist you anymore,” he growled. “I want you now.”
18
“Oh no. No. No.” Vivienne danced back from Heath, almost stepping upon the dropped dildo. Would he unleash his demon if he just put his cock inside her?
She had no idea how much he had to do. Just one thrust? Did he have to climax? In the demon world, what was making love considered to be? The attempt or the conclusion?
She couldn’t risk anything. If Heath even thought he had unleashed the curse and was going to become a dangerous demon, he would stake himself. She knew him well enough now to know he’d do it without hesitation.
Vivienne placed her hands over her quim, ready to fight him. But he turned, slowly stroking the remarkable length of his thick cock, and he strode to the wardrobe. When he returned, he held two more ivory toys, one in each hand.
She took several quick breaths of relief as she tried to take her next thought in stride. “One for me, one for you?”
He shook his head. “Both for you.”
“How?” But she could guess his answer before he said it.
“Trust me,” he said. “Now go over to the chaise. Position yourself on all fours upon it. Wait for me.”
Heath spoke in a dark, hot, commanding tone. She should have bristled; she’d never let a man order her about. That was the delight of becoming London’s most desired courtesan: it allowed her to make rules, set limits, take charge. But this time …
This time she wanted to surrender control.
She wanted to surrender everything to Heath. She was ready to claim what she’d always wanted.
A man with whom to share pleasure. A man all her own. A man who did not use gifts to buy her, contracts to control her, arrogance to subdue her.
Heath treated her as his partner. His equal. Not as a toy to be owned, played with, and discarded.
Her palms and knees sunk into the soft padding of the chaise. In this position, her bottom stuck up in the air, high, rounded, and naughtily exposed. Her full breasts hung down and bounced as she moved.
Footsteps sounded, whispering over the Aubusson carpet. “This will be warm.” Heath’s voice came from behind her. Something hot and wet splashed on her tailbone. At once the fluid ran down between the cheeks of her bottom.
His fingers delved in there, too, from below, and caught the droplets of fluid. Slowly, he massaged the warmth into her snug, closed anus. The puckered, sensitive entrance remembered his touch; it seemed to blossom open for him.
Gently, one of his fingers slid inside her, moistening her with the warm fluid, making her slippery. Readying her—that was what he was doing. Panting, waiting on a knife’s edge of arousal, she rocked back against his finger. He slowly thrust it in and out. Then, when his finger was deep inside her and she was gasping against the tingling, lovely sensations, he swirled his finger inside her in a sweep that made her cunny clench.
“If this hurts, tell me. I’ll stop.”
She braced herself, but he laid his hand on her back. “Relax. Try to enjoy.”
She wished she could see. But perhaps it was best if she couldn’t. At least the monstrous two-foot-long dildo still lay on the floor. That she could not take inside her bum.
Something stroked along her cheeks, then nudged its way between. A smooth tip pressed to her slick, well-greased anus. And the long, slender object pushed inside.
Oh! She clamped her cheeks together instinctively, to stop the invasion. She dared to half-turn. Over the arch of her spine, the spill of her hair, she saw Heath holding a long shaft of ivory, pointed at her bottom, and it disappeared from view between the twin globes of her cheeks. Slowly, he withdrew it.
She moaned. The sight of the tapered shaft in his hand was so enticing,
she did want more. But she was too … shy to even whisper to him in her thoughts.
Yet he seemed to know. He pushed the large dildo again, and she took a deep breath. Trying to relax. To let more inside. Ooooh yes. It went in, and her tight ring felt a little pop as the carved head slid past.
She thrust back as he thrust forward, taking more in. Deeper and deeper. Inch by stunning inch. The pressure was amazing. The sensation startling, good—deliciously so.
Lightly, he fingered her clit as he gently eased more in, withdrew, then thrust again. “Your muscles are strong,” he advised her softly. “You’re fighting me. Just relax and breathe.”
He thrust deeper and she bowed her head. It felt so good. He gave a low, hoarse chuckle. “It looks so erotic … the shaft of ivory framed by your very voluptuous derriere.”
It felt erotic. She felt naughty and she waggled her bottom in front of him. Only with Heath would she have dared try this, and her reward was intense pleasure.
She felt so sexually exotic with her ass filled, her bottom all but sticking into his face. Then—shock of all shocks—he put his mouth to the end of the shaft. Using his teeth, he thrust it in and out of her. Her clit throbbed at the sight. Her nipples went hard as she watched and watched and grew more and more aroused.
His fingers slipped between the lips of her quim, and he stroked her slippery clit. Then, as she expected, the second dildo nosed between her cunny lips. As soon as he thrust the toy into her creamy quim, the shaft in her arse tried to come out. But he held it in his teeth, pushing it back in.
Her cries of delight echoed in the room. She was far too shy now for words. She was now completely stuffed. So wonderfully full.
And when he finished pushing both ivory wands deep inside her, he took a length of rope, looped it around the end of the dildo up her bum, and tied the ends of the cords around her thighs. This locked the thick shaft in place. She moaned fiercely. Her clit was throbbing intensely.
Yet for some reason, she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted the dizzying sensations to build and build.
The gewgaw in her quim was carved around its base, too, Which allowed Heath to tie a cord there and secure the second rope around her bare thighs. The trailing ends of the cords dangled against her sensitive skin.
She wriggled, but that brought her dangerously close to a climax.
Heath held out his hand. Even without words she knew what he wanted. For her to stand. She did, then she prowled to the mirror. Each step tugged the ivory wands deeper inside her. She could barely take steps. But finally, with her heart hammering toward an explosion, she reached the mirror. She bent over and heard Heath’s low growl as her bottom—and the fake cocks—pointed at him. She was so aroused, her knees shook.
She twisted to see what she looked like. Her throat dried as she saw the thick ivory toy sticking out of her rump, the one in her cunny, and the cords that bound her thighs.
Heath must have gone swiftly to the wardrobe and returned. Wearing a look of fierce anticipation, he held more of the carved dildos. She was nervous. But this was about trust, and it astonished her how easily she could now have faith in Heath.
He approached her and held one to her lips. A small one. Breathing hard, she opened her mouth and took it all inside. Let him tie the cord around its base, let him knot the cords together behind her head.
She was trapped, essentially gagged again, but with an ivory shaft to suck and lick.
Then, before her eyes, he did the most scandalous thing. He licked his fingers and wet the head of another curved cock. To see a masculine hand fondling it stole her breath. Her juices dribbled around the false penis filling her cunny. He held the dildo, braced against the back of the chaise, and he sat down hard on it. Her eyes widened as it disappeared up his tight rump in one swift motion.
Her heart hammered. Her chest felt tight.
He picked up a small glass vial and dribbled golden oil upon the tip of another toy, then motioned for her to turn around. She did but watched him walk toward her. It made her knees shake to know he, too, must feel the erotic pressure in his rump.
He lifted her hands so she gripped the frame of the mirror. Her position spread her legs, tightened the cords, and pushed her toys a little deeper inside her.
Oh heavens.
He took the other gewgaw, the one that glistened with oil, and pressed it gently against her rear. She arched up on her toes against the invasion. But he did it slowly. Carefully. Stopping when she tensed. Her rump was open, ready, receptive. And soon she was thrusting back to him. Wanting to be crammed full. To be stretched and pleasured beyond belief.
Her clit felt as though it was going to burst and it had not even been touched. The sensation was unbelievable. Dear heaven, she wasn’t going to last.
Then he took her hand and walked her around. He had to hold the toys crammed inside her bottom.
She gazed in the mirror, ready to explode, like a keg of gunpowder anxiously awaiting a sizzling fuse. The other ivory wand was bejeweled at its base. Rubies, diamonds, and emeralds winked at her.
Oh dear heaven, she couldn’t stand it. She bent over, pointing her rump at the mirror. She reached behind, clamping her hand around the toys. She thrust back fiercely and thrust them forward. With wild abandon, she masturbated her rear with the two slim cocks. While she sucked fiercely at the one filling her mouth. While she clutched her cunny around the cock buried deep inside.
And she came.
So hard, her legs collapsed and Heath caught her. Her bottom pulsed. Wave after powerful wave rocked her. She sucked madly at the cock in her mouth, and that made her come again.
Heath lifted her while she was still jerking with her orgasm. He cradled her against him and held her bottom, which stretched her, then put his hand against the base of all those ivory wands, making them thrust deep. She burst again.
She wrapped her heels around his hips, her arms around his neck. She gazed up at him, weak with pleasure, realizing he was staring at the cock held in her mouth by rope. His eyes flared with a silver gleam. His mouth was tense and harsh. He kept thrusting that thick bundle up her bottom. She struggled, strained, and managed to bump her heels against the toy in his derriere. He fiercely rubbed his cock against her belly. Sobbing in delight, she came once more.
She couldn’t count her climaxes anymore.
He sank to the floor. She collapsed beside him, lying on her back. Which only pushed everything up her bottom again. She bounced beside him, wild with pleasure now. How many times could she come? Another. Then another. Until she was too weak to move. But even just breathing lifted her slightly up and down on the dildos up her arse and made her come.
Her thighs were slick with her juices. Her nipples were scarlet and standing straight up.
Finally she gave one last fierce bounce, just for fun, and the explosion that took her was blinding.
Everything went black.
He’d never seen a woman drive herself to so many orgasms she lost consciousness. Heath grinned down at Vivi as she stirred, blinked her eyes, and focused on him.
“Goodness,” she whispered.
“Very good, I think.”
“I’ve never had anything like that before,” she whispered.
Pride swelled him—his heart and his cock. He had slid the toys out from her and bundled them in a basin to be washed, along with the one he’d used to stimulate himself. But he hadn’t come yet. His cock curved up toward his navel, rigid and so engorged it was almost purple.
Vivi slowly sat up on her haunches. Her full breasts fell in two enticing slopes and her mature nipples had grown long and firm. He savored the sight of her.
Soft firelight flickered over her face, playing along her pursed lips. She watched him, her gaze intensely thoughtful. Her tongue ran over her lower lip as she did. His cock jolted up as he followed the sensual path of her little pink tongue.
“What is it?” He managed to get the words through a tight throat.
“I want to give
you pleasure, but I’m afraid of hurting you by doing it.”
“Ah, love, you don’t have to.” He gave her a teasing grin, wrapping his hand around his throbbing shaft. It was thicker than it had ever been in his life—both his mortal life and his undead one. “I am content to tend to it myself.”
It was how he’d been surviving his lust. Thrusting into his own palm brought him temporary relief, so he’d done it several times every night. But after he came, when he’d finished jerking with the intense pleasure of his climax, when he’d finished shooting his scalding cum onto his hand, he would fall back onto his bed and think of Vivi. And all he had to do was let a whisper of her tease the edges of his mind, and he was rock hard again.
“My mouth,” she whispered. “Can my mouth turn you into a demon?”
Hell. “No, it can’t,” he lied, surprised at how easily he could. If it did, he’d destroy himself. He couldn’t say no to this.
Suddenly her hand was around his shaft, too. Her fingers were far softer, but gripped firmly. “I do not know if I can bring you to climax with my mouth.”
Yes, you can. Just listening to you talk with your mouth is bringing me close.
“Experienced men are difficult to bring to climax. I’ve never been able to …” She ducked her head shyly. “This is something I’m not very good at.”
He understood she was making an admission. She was vulnerable and unsure. “Skill in that area is overrated. Just your hot mouth will drive me wild.”
“But you will want to be satisfied. I don’t want you to be … disappointed.”
“Disappointed? Christ, I could never be disappointed with you. Never. And what we should do, Vivi, is return to either my bedroom or yours.”
He scooped her up and carried her back to her bedchamber, with his cock wobbling in front of him like a jousting lance. But he suspected Dimitri would interrupt them if he didn’t. And he damn well refused to be bothered if Vivi planned to pleasure him with her mouth.
Could having her suck him change him? He didn’t know. Soon he was going to find out.
This might be his very last orgasm.