by Tina Donahue
He hollered something in French.
Sounded like a curse, perhaps a prayer.
Didn’t matter, it wouldn’t save him from her suckles or licks. Zoe worked him good and long, finally easing his cock inside, pleased how the tiny slit in his crown dripped pre-come.
He shuddered as she took in his full length as she had with Stefin. Already primed, Anatol didn’t last as long, blasting off on a roar that sounded like pure pleasure. His come was slightly thicker than Stefin’s, less creamy, but delicious nonetheless.
Without warning, Anatol jerked his cock out of her mouth and moved away. His feet slapped quick and hard against the floor.
Had Taro shoved him aside for his turn?
A brief thud told Zoe that Anatol had surely fallen against the counter.
She didn’t have a chance to ask if he was all right. Taro had already cupped her face in his hand and lifted it. Willingly, Zoe parted her lips to him. Rather than seek immediate relief, as she sensed he wanted, Taro kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her mouth. An intimate gesture that brought tears to her eyes and meant more than all the sweet talk in the world.
Thankfully, the blindfold hid Zoe’s emotions that Taro might not want to see. She sought his cock eagerly, driven to give him his due. He was so erect his shaft felt as though it was nearly perpendicular to his body, its scent the stuff of female dreams.
On a throaty purr, she took his cock inside, wallowing in its rigidity and length. She traced the veins that dashed up both sides of his impressive width, sliding every inch of him into her mouth until her nose touched the thick tangle of curls on his groin.
He made a sound of contentment and wayward lust until Zoe licked him good, taking no prisoners as Constance had advised. Another noise poured from him, as though he had hissed air between his teeth. He squirmed and pumped his hips, driving his cock into her mouth, determined to run this show.
For now, it was his right as her Master, a privilege Zoe had given him.
With his hands cupping her face, Taro used Zoe’s mouth as he would her cunt, slipping his full length into her, pulling back and then doing it all again.
For minutes, he used her while Stefin and Anatol played with her boobs, fondling gently then roughly, seemingly undecided as to which they liked most.
She adored it all, her scalp tingling each time they drew their thumbs over her nipples. When one of them slid his hand to her mound and touched her clit, Zoe moaned, the sound muffled by Taro’s cock.
He went at it even harder, as though he needed her attention on him alone.
How could she manage that? Stefin and Anatol were sucking her nipples, holding the tips between their teeth as they tongued them unrelentingly, even as they stroked her clit and anus.
Argh. Zoe was so out of control, she kept moving her hips, trying to get closer to each of their hands while she also suckled Taro’s cock with unrestrained enthusiasm. As he climaxed, a series of oaths burst from him that sounded like words of deep happiness and praise for her actions.
She’d barely licked the last traces of come from his cock when suddenly her wrists were tied in front of her instead of behind, the restraint moving by itself. Two sets of hands pulled Zoe to her feet and lifted her into the air. What were they doing? She raised her chin to see beneath the blindfold but couldn’t. Footfalls rang from the right and left. A chair made a skidding sound across the floor.
Suddenly, she was on the table, arms above her head, legs spread widely, hot breaths warming her even more.
Stefin elbowed Anatol away and glared at Taro, warning them that this feast belonged to him. To hell with what he’d thought earlier about all of them having Zoe at the same time. They would, eventually. However, at this moment, she was his alone.
Zoe had honored him by taking all of his cock inside her mouth despite his imposing length. To say he’d tickled her tonsils was an understatement. Stefin was certain he’d gone deeper into her than any demon had before.
Oddly enough, that made him tender and playful. As Zoe’s pert little breasts quivered with her harsh breathing, he ran his finger across her palms. Instantly, she fisted her hands and tried to pull her wrists free of the restraint fashioned from her socks.
That wouldn’t do.
Leaning down to her until their lips nearly touched, Stefin murmured, “My terms, remember?”
Her vivid blush said that she did. Even so, she lifted her chin, trying to see past her bra that blindfolded her. Unable to, she yielded finally and arched her back, thrusting her boobs at him while parting her legs farther.
That wasn’t what he’d been referring to when he’d mentioned his terms. Not that it mattered. No fucking way was Stefin going to pass up this opportunity. Her dark bush was an exquisite contrast to her pale skin, those delicate curls so damp with her arousal it made him crazy. On a pained growl, Stefin buried his face in her cunt.
Zoe pulled in a quick breath and wrapped her legs around his shoulders, keeping him to her.
Good girl.
Stefin gloried in her womanly scent and the devilish fragrance beneath it that spoke of brash need and endless lust. He licked the length of her cleft, his tongue exploring the contours of her soft folds, slick with arousal.
On an impassioned groan, Zoe dug her heels into his back, obviously wanting more.
He gave it as a Master would, working two fingers into her sheath to imprison her. She didn’t seem to mind, nor did he. Zoe’s channel was unbelievably narrow and strikingly hot, inflaming his desire to do more. With his other hand resting on her sweet belly, Stefin drew her clit between his teeth and licked her mercilessly.
Zoe wailed, gasped and cried out again.
The racket she made softened quickly, no doubt muffed by Taro or Anatol’s tongue. Stefin ran his hand up Zoe’s torso to her breast and collided with a bristly cheek instead.
One of those pricks had claimed her nipple?
A rush of possessiveness filled Stefin that he quickly pushed aside. He’d deal with Taro and Anatol later for daring to take one part of Zoe until he allowed it. For now, Stefin concentrated on her response to him. She twisted her hips at his zealous attention to her nub, her sheath tightening around his fingers, signaling her impending orgasm.
Not so fast.
She’d had him tied in knots these last days, uncertain what he should do to coax her into submission. It appeared that his idea to alternately come on to and then ignore her had worked. Not exactly the route Becca had wanted him, Taro and Anatol to take, but then she wasn’t the one who was suffering. Sometimes a demon just had to do what was necessary.
Stefin needed Zoe to understand that and to work for her release as she’d made him struggle to reach this moment. With that in mind, he slowed his licks, making certain he didn’t tongue her nub each time but rather circled it, ignoring her sensitive flesh before tending to it once more. Ultimately forcing her to wait for pleasure and crave release above anything else.
Anatol wasn’t certain what Stefin was doing to Zoe’s clit, but she moaned pitifully and quite loudly despite Taro’s tongue in her mouth as though she was hurt or frustrated rather than turned on. Anatol tensed, worried that her hair and shoulders might start smoking again. In a flash, this could all be history. They’d have to start over with her. What would that be, the third or fourth time?
Didn’t Stefin realize that? Of course not, he was a damn simpleton. Even though his advice had worked on bringing Zoe to their side, he clearly didn’t know what to do with her now, even though she was naked and spread eagle on the table.
Crap, crap, crap. Anatol knew he should have gone down on her first since he had the most skill with women. Zoe had proven that when she’d loved his balls, suckling each, not bothering to do the same with the others. Because they hadn’t deserved it as he had.
Time to show her how a real demon got it on.
Without lifting his head from it, Stefin punched Anatol, growled like a wild animal and did something that had Zoe wailing in delight again.
Torn between annihilating Stefin and seeing to Zoe’s pleasure, Anatol settled on the latter. He latched his mouth on to her nipple again and suckled for all he was worth. Although her bumpy areola and firm tip felt delightful against his tongue, to a demon this was still starvation rations and couldn’t last for long.
Taro wanted more.
Zoe’s kiss was better than he’d expected, giving him a sense of not only being desired but cherished. A precious gift that made him crave everything she could give. Who could blame him? He was a grown man, a demon for shit’s sake, not an adolescent going to his first ice-cream social.
Frustrated from his building desire, he snaked his hand to Zoe’s breast.
Instantly, Anatol punched Taro’s hand away and claimed that part of her for himself.
Greedy pig. He was already sucking her other nipple. There were two of them, if he hadn’t noticed. More than enough to share.
Frowning, Taro deepened his kiss, mindful of her piercings that pressed against his mouth. If this was all he was going to get for now, he was determined to capture Zoe’s attention again. Minutes before, their tongues had dueled, playing an intimate game to see if she’d fill his mouth or he’d keep filling hers. Without warning, Stefin had done something that made her whine like crazy and concentrate on him instead.
She kept squirming and trying to slide down the table to get closer to Stefin.
Another greedy bastard.
Resolved to make her forget everyone but him, Taro kissed Zoe tenderly as he sensed she wanted, his tongue and lips playful against hers.
It took a few moments, but she finally responded, kissing him back again, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He felt her smile of victory. Conceding defeat, he ran his thumb over her creamy throat.
She stiffened, gasped, pulled her mouth away and wailed like a banshee.
Fuck, what had he done?
Taro stared at her until he saw Stefin’s smug smile, his lips shiny from the moisture between Zoe’s legs, her body writhing with climax.
“That’s how it done,” Stefin said to him and Anatol. “Screw finesse.”
Zoe gulped air and moaned loudly again.
Taro curled his upper lip. “She hasn’t had me yet.”
“Nor me,” Anatol growled.
Stefin kissed the inside of her thigh and grinned. “Who says she’ll ever want either of—”
He stopped as the door to the break room flew open.
Oh, shit. Stefin hadn’t locked the damn thing? Moron. Taro was about to use his power to shut it again but didn’t given the way Becca wagged her finger at him.
Totally screwed, Taro held up his hands in surrender.
“Why’d you guys stop?” Zoe asked. With her wrists still bound, she clawed the bra off her eyes and gaped at Becca.
Chapter Seven
It appeared Zoe’s bad luck was holding out, like always. She yanked her bra back over her eyes, not wanting to face the fallout any longer.
Unfortunately, she could still see a sliver of the break room and Becca, who stared at something to the side. No doubt Taro, Stefin and Anatol. What woman could resist their awesomeness? Maybe that would save them and Zoe from a lecture, dismissal, protracted unemployment and the inevitable trip back to Hell.
A groan rose in her throat.
Becca jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. “Out.”
“This isn’t what it seems,” Stefin said.
His resonant voice sent bursts of heat up Zoe’s spine.
Becca wasn’t as taken, her smile cynical. “I’m sure.” She inclined her head to the hall. “Out. Now. Get back to work.”
She wasn’t firing them?
On a huff, Stefin padded to the door, his muscular ass flexing with each step.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Becca shook her head. “After you get dressed.”
Anatol said something under his breath that sounded like dimwit. Stefin glared in his direction. Suddenly, the sound of rustling fabric filled the room. Soon, all three of them were dressed and heading for the door.
Zoe couldn’t believe it. After what she’d shared with them not a one was going to use his power to help her dress? Typical freaking men. They’d gotten her naked but hadn’t been able to do the deed so now they were out of here. “Hey,” she snapped. “What about me?”
They stopped and looked over. Anatol smiled hungrily, making a dimple. Stefin’s nostrils flared. Taro’s attention dropped to Zoe’s mouth, her boobs and cunt.
Okay, maybe she was ready to forgive them for being insensitive pricks.
Stefin turned to Becca. “Zoe wants us to stay.” He grinned. “Who can blame her?”
On a quiet oath, Becca shoved him and the others out the door and closed it.
Here it comes. The lecture no employee wanted to endure. Zoe hung her head.
“You okay?” Becca asked.
She was naked and alone, the afterglow from her orgasm a distant memory. Of course she wasn’t okay. She shrugged.
Becca didn’t comment, her silence growing, as if she didn’t know what to say.
Join the club.
After gathering Zoe’s things, Becca put them on the table. “I’m not mad, okay?”
Zoe lifted her face. “You’re not?”
“Nope.” Smiling softly, she cupped Zoe’s chin. “It’s perfectly all right for you to have fun, you’re well overdue. But not during business hours or on this table.” She lowered her hand and made a face. “The staff eats in here.”
She nodded even though her thoughts had stuck on that word fun. Is that what Becca thought this encounter had been, nothing more than a romp?
Zoe had to admit she’d let loose finally to relieve her sexual frustration.
However, Taro’s tender kiss had changed that, so had Anatol’s response to her efforts in arousing him, while Stefin’s possessiveness had sent her over the edge. Zoe had heard him punching the others to keep them away so he could have her for himself.
Was that fun or something more? Zoe didn’t know, except it hadn’t eased her loneliness and endless yearning for long. She was right back to where she had started, possibly stuck in the same rut forever. She’d tried love once. Hadn’t worked out. Could be that having a good time was the sum total of what she should expect.
Disillusioned and confused, Zoe pulled her bra off her head. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
Becca nodded sympathetically.
Somehow, that made this even worse than if Becca had yelled. Zoe sighed. “That’s not true. I told them to fuck me. It was either that or never have this.” She gestured to the hickey Stefin had left on the inside of her thigh, and the ones from Taro and Anatol on her boobs. Their marks of lust, not tenderness, affection or love.
Damn, she was screwed.
“Happens to the best of us,” Becca said.
“Not to me. No one’s ever wanted me before. I know I’m not much to look at, but I still have needs just like—”
“Wait, back up. Not much to look at?” Becca frowned. “Are you serious?”
“Do you see me laughing?” Zoe crossed her arms over her meager breasts. “What’s with you and Constance trying to make me believe I’m something special?”
“You are. No one in this universe is the same as you.”
“Satan’s certainly grateful for that.”
Becca worked her mouth, clearly trying not to smile. “So you like the guys, huh?”
Understatement of the millennium. “Who wouldn’t?” Zoe sighed wistfully. “Have you ever seen cocks like that? And their balls, damn. Not to mention their gorgeous faces. No other guy will
ever compare to them.”
Becca propped her hip against the table. “I can think of one who already does.”
Eric—Becca’s one and only—cute in a preppy sort of way, but not in the same league as Stefin, Anatol and Taro. “He’s a real hottie,” Zoe lied. “You lucky dog.”
Becca blushed to the roots of her red hair, making her one color. “Yeah, well. He’s also lucky to have me.”
“Of course. I didn’t mean—”
“I know. What I’m trying to say is that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to your appearance.”
Zoe glanced at her nipples. Swellings from bee stings were bigger. Her legs were too short, her features unattractive, her complexion sallow. The best thing about her was her hair when it wasn’t smoking.
She swatted at the first puff, her frustration showing again.
“Do you want to look different?” Becca asked.
Zoe leaned away from her. “I know you mean well, but I really don’t want you to make a potion for me.” Given Becca’s shitty magic, Zoe figured she’d end up looking like a female version of Dog the bounty hunter. “I’m good as I am.” She forced a smile. “I’ve lived with it so long, I can endure it for eternity at this point.”
Becca arched one flame-colored eyebrow. “I wasn’t speaking of magic. More like a confidence booster. You know, a makeover.”
“From me to what?”
“You, only enhanced.” Becca frowned. “Did the guys make a crack about how you look?”
“Why would they? Am I that awful?”
“No, no.” Becca waved her hands. “I was just wondering if they’d said anything to make you feel bad.”
“We didn’t talk all that much.”
Becca nodded.
“Look, I know my shortcomings, all right?” Zoe said. “Sure, they were all over me, but they were horny. Who could blame them? You keep them cooped up here all night working. They need to blow off steam. I was here. I was available. I was—”
“Hoping for more?” Becca finished for her.
Zoe shrugged the question off, while a flood of endless yearning made her ache. “Not in the realm of possibility. There are tons of good-looking babes out there that I can’t compete with.”