Mastering the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 3

by Tina Donahue

  No shit. Neither was the break room, and she hadn’t had any trouble screwing around there.

  “Why do we need to get dressed?” Stefin asked.

  Zoe tottered to her desk and leaned against the edge of it. Her sigh sounded relieved. “We need to talk.”

  “About what?”

  She didn’t say, arching one slender eyebrow instead.

  Sexy and bitchy simultaneously. What had happened to make her like this? Dressed to entice, yet giving him a hard time. Muttering, Stefin acquiesced, for now, with Taro and Anatol doing the same.

  After they had dressed again—second damn time tonight—Zoe’s attention remained on the bulges behind their flies, her expression longing.

  Too fucking bad. She should have thought about what she wanted before she’d ordered them to—

  “I’m through with celibacy,” she announced, cutting into Stefin’s thoughts.

  It took him a moment to catch up. Once Stefin had, he grinned, sobered fast and exchanged a glance with Anatol and Taro. Did she expect them to undress again since she’d had her little talk and had told them the score?

  Both men looked as mystified as Stefin felt.

  “However,” she continued.

  Ah yes, the but. With women there was always a but.

  “We all need to compromise,” she said. “That’s what I’m proposing.”

  Stefin shook his head. “You’ll have to help me out. I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

  “Me either,” Taro said.

  “Same here,” Anatol chimed in.

  She smiled as if she enjoyed their confusion. “You guys want me to submit to you, right? To do whatever you want, when you want, correct? I suspect that includes BDSM in addition to submission?”

  Stefin nodded vigorously with Taro and Anatol right behind him.

  “Let’s say I’m willing to do that,” she said.

  In that case, Christmas would come early this year. Stefin winked.

  A faint blush crept up Zoe’s throat to her face. “However…”

  Again with that?

  “It will only be pretend,” she said.

  Stefin made a face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I’m still in charge here. You’ll do whatever I say, without question, while we’re in this place. Once we’re out of here for the night, I’m yours.” She leaned toward them, the neckline of her blouse falling forward, the gap revealing the edge of her lacy black bra. “All yours. I’ll pretend to submit. Simply pretend, that’s all.” She shrugged. “We’ll see what happens.”

  “Starting now?” Taro blurted.

  “After work, not a second before,” she said. “Do we have a deal?”

  As far as Stefin was concerned, Zoe could have taught Satan a thing or two about negotiations. “If we don’t agree?”

  She appeared briefly rattled and then shrugged. “We don’t have a deal. Simple as that. You’ll still do what I say here since I’m in charge. However, once we leave for the night, I’ll do whatever I damn well please.”

  With another demon, no doubt.

  “I’m on board,” Anatol said quickly.

  Taro nodded. “Count me in.”

  Zoe gave them a shameless smile and then turned to Stefin, waiting for his answer, cornering him.

  He didn’t much like it or her compromise. When she submitted, which she would, he wanted Zoe to do it out of free will, because she wanted their carnal games as much as he did. More importantly, because she trusted that he, Anatol and Taro would never hurt her. Stefin wasn’t as dumb as the others thought. He understood that Zoe’s ballsy attitude masked her heartache and doubt, even now. No way would he ever add to that. Pissed that she didn’t recognize that in him, he growled, “Yeah, me too.”

  “Excellent. Now get back to work. I’ll see all of you in an hour.”

  Taro couldn’t get over the change in Zoe. Where had all that confidence come from? A potion, a spell? What did it matter? He liked it.

  Although she’d been a tiger in the break room, her behavior then had been mostly bluff. With her newfound self-assurance, she was a force to be reckoned with, just as Anatol had said when he’d seen her awards.

  Stopping him and Stefin in the hall, Taro spoke quietly, “Where will we take her tonight? Literally.” He grinned. “The break room again?”

  “Of course not.” Anatol made a face. “It’s hardly conducive to a good time. We could use my place.”

  “No,” Stefin said. “Yours either,” he added to Taro.

  Fine with him. He lived in a studio apartment, all he could afford since Becca had warned him not to use his supernatural powers to get something better.

  “You’ll pay for your place with what you earn here,” she’d warned during his initial interview. “Satan says you’re still on probation for the trouble you caused down there.”

  Clearly, given the shitty wages she paid.

  “Where then?” Taro challenged. Surely not the dump Stefin called home. It was as bad as his and Anatol’s, all of them paying the price for being bad boys in Hell.

  “The perfect place,” Stefin said mysteriously, offering nothing more.

  Zoe couldn’t stop trembling. She wasn’t certain whether it was due to happiness, shock at what had just happened or the pains shooting up her legs from her damn heels.

  Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to tough it out. The shoes were too cute to take off. Dammit, they made her look hot, just like her outfit and everything else Becca, Constance, MJ and Heather had done to her. Especially Heather. She’d healed the holes the piercings had left in Zoe’s face, leaving her skin perfect so she could wow her guys.

  For the rest of eternity, Zoe would recall the shock on Stefin, Taro and Anatol’s faces as she’d lurched down the hall, terrified of falling.

  They hadn’t only eyeballed her as if they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing, they’d actually seemed uncertain of themselves. As though she had all the power suddenly, and they didn’t want to do anything to piss her off or lose her.

  Damn, that had felt good.

  Not that Zoe was smug about it. She figured their new behavior wouldn’t last once their real natures took over again. For now though, she wanted to twirl around her office, dancing in delight.

  The first painful step made her groan. Bunching her shoulders at the agony, she teetered to the treatment room and her last client of the day.

  After him, watch out.

  Anatol was so eager to get rolling he kept making mistakes. The fact that he couldn’t pull his attention from Zoe wasn’t helping.

  He loved her amazingly feminine and sexy heels. Her skirt—wow, just wow. That baby would give him a hard-on after Satan’s worst punishments. Her blouse wasn’t bad either, its delicate fabric showing off her peaked nipples. And her face…

  Who would’ve believed she was actually so pretty, not cute as he’d first thought.

  On a longing sigh, he lost his grip on the were who was limp from his treatment. The guy’s ass hit the floor, followed by his shoulders and head.

  “Hurt him anymore than that and we’ll be stuck here all night,” Stefin snarled.

  Taro’s glare said he agreed with Stefin. On an oath, Taro hauled the were over his shoulder. “I’ll put him outside. Be right back.”

  Anatol turned to Zoe. She was twisting the top button on her blouse. It finally pulled away from the fabric, making the V of her neckline even deeper to reveal a glimpse of her black bra. With his stiffened cock pointing the way, Anatol moved closer to her.

  Footfalls rang down the hall. Panting, Taro returned to the room. “He’s outside, crawling down the stairs. We’re finished. Let’s go.”

  “Yes,” Stefin said, “let’s.”

  The air crackled, building to a stiff breeze that ru
ffled their hair and then it was gone. One minute they’d been in the office, now they were standing next to a table in the Crucible. Its atmosphere smoky, dark and noisy as hell with the heavy metal band that played.

  This was Stefin’s perfect place?

  Zoe craned her neck as she watched a couple at the next table, both nude and going at it as if the hounds of Hell might stop them at any moment.

  Stefin crossed his arms over his chest and turned to her. “We did exactly what you wanted back at the office.”

  It was a moment before she seemed to realize that he’d been speaking. Another second passed as she appeared to be digesting his words. At last, she nodded.

  Knowing where Stefin was heading, Anatol jumped in. “Now you do what we want, yes?”

  Her nod was a little slower this time.

  “Hey, guys.” The waitress they’d had the other night snuck up through the thick veil of smoke. She dipped her head in greeting to Zoe. “What’s your pleasure?”

  Anatol turned to Zoe. “You hungry?”

  She nodded.

  “For what?” Stefin asked.

  Zoe’s throat bobbed delicately with her swallow. She swung her finger from him to Anatol and then to Taro.

  The waitress grinned widely, showing her fangs. “I’ll be back later.”

  She’d barely moved away when Taro spoke to Zoe. “Bend over the table, legs spread, ass high.”

  Zoe didn’t move. She stared at her clothes, waiting for them to whizz off her as they had in the break room earlier. What seemed like a thousand lifetimes ago.

  Nothing happened here except for her rough breathing and the wave of lightheadedness that hit hard, making her wobble even more. She gripped the table to keep from falling.

  The band, all banshees, shrieked out the words to their song, their ghostly bods clad in black leather and lace. Zoe suddenly realized she was sweating worse than they were.

  “What are you waiting for?” Stefin whispered.

  His mouth was against her ear, his lips outrageously soft, his breath a caress. She whimpered in delight. What was she waiting for? “Nothing.” Time to get with the program, whatever they wanted, that was their deal.

  Zoe hadn’t thought it’d include voyeurism. Not that any of the patrons would gape too long. They were busy with their own babes. Trembling badly, Zoe bent at the waist, forearms on the table, ass high, legs spread as well as she could manage given her tight skirt.

  Stefin moved behind her. She blinked rapidly at him easing the garment up her legs and past her thighs to fold it on her waist, which revealed her ass. Unlike the chaste white panties she’d worn earlier, she now sported a skimpy thong, courtesy of MJ.

  “Trust me,” MJ had said, “they’ll love it.”

  Zoe certainly did. She felt deliciously exposed, wonderfully used.

  Stefin squeezed her bare cheeks with unbridled enthusiasm, moving his thumbs toward her anus.

  As he reached it, a breath caught in her throat.

  Anatol climbed on the table, crawling toward her like an animal in the wild. The flames in his eyes were out of control, almost blinding. He stopped just short of her and went to his knees, legs spread widely, hands moving to his fly.

  Zoe didn’t have to ask him what that was about. She knew. He expected her to suck his cock while Stefin mounted her.

  A dribble of perspiration ran down Zoe’s temple to her cheek. The band screeched even louder, their thunderous music thumping in her belly. With Stefin and Anatol in place, she wondered what Taro would do.

  He sat on the edge of the table to her right, slipping his hand between the edges of her blouse and beneath her bra cups. With a sly grin, he brushed her nipples.

  Zoe sucked air and then spilled it out on a breathless sigh at the marvelous sensations rolling through her. Faster than she believed possible, Anatol had released his cock from his briefs and fly—the mortal way—and lifted the crown to her mouth.

  Hmm. He tasted as wicked as Zoe recalled, all man and demon, demanding his due.

  Obediently, she took in his full length and moaned like a wild woman. He growled happily. Taro fondled her even harder, pinching and plucking her nipples just as Zoe liked, while Stefin pulled her thong down her legs to strip her further and expose her cunt.

  Heated air brushed over her folds, reminding Zoe how vulnerable she was, how very wet. Stefin checked for himself, dragging his fingers down her cleft before he circled her opening.

  She shuddered in delight at his intimate touch and the corrupt atmosphere that made her crave more.

  Now, I need you—ah.

  Stefin entered her in one hard, assured thrust, sinking deep to the root of his cock, their bodies so snug against each other, Zoe wasn’t certain where she ended and he began. Never had she been as filled, not even by a demon whose size was legendary. Stefin beat them all, his rod enormous, thick and hard, stretching her cunt, making certain she gave it a home.

  How could she do anything else? Squeezing her inner muscles around him, she also suckled Anatol’s cock and lifted her torso to give Taro more access to her breasts.

  Several demons strode over to take in the show, their rich sulfur-and-musk scents betraying their lust. They smiled hungrily.

  She panted, her vision dimming at Stefin’s powerful thrusts, his balls tapping her. Bending over, he rubbed her clit.

  Zoe nearly screamed, the astounding pleasure making her feel wonderfully depraved.

  As Stefin pumped faster, he stroked her nub harder, causing her to shudder and moan. Anatol eased his cock out of her mouth and pushed it back inside, making certain she’d taken in every inch of him once more. Taro sagged down to the table and propped himself on one elbow, his position allowing him to pull her blouse and bra aside. Once he’d exposed her breast, Taro latched on to her nipple, tongue swirling, lips suckling, driving her closer to the edge.

  Zoe clenched her fists, fighting for control and a decent breath but couldn’t quite manage either. Competing sensations warred within her from what each of them was doing, creating a storm of delight.

  A whirlwind of motion followed—Stefin’s body smacking into hers, Anatol’s torrid movements as he drove his rod into her mouth, Taro’s lusty suckles.

  She broke and wailed her release around Anatol’s cock. He came next, followed by Stefin, both of them spilling their seed into her. The sounds they made were obscene and beautiful, mingling with the savage music.

  Sagging back, Anatol released his shaft from her mouth, leaving a trail of come on her lips. Instantly, Taro was off the table for his turn. He pushed Stefin aside. Another demon came out of nowhere, wanting a piece of her. Taro shoved him away. They fought. Juvenile to the extreme, but Zoe loved it, grinning broadly when Taro won.

  Without pause, his meaty rod was inside Zoe’s cunt pulling a whimper of satisfaction from her. Stefin settled on the table, pants still undone, his cock and balls exposed, both fragrant with her scent, damp from her womanly moisture. He filled her mouth with his rod, while Anatol played with her boobs.

  “Us next,” a demon in the crowd shouted.

  “In your dreams.” Stefin bunched his shoulders, fingers fisted. “She belongs to us.”

  Every inch of Zoe tingled at his words, his desire for her. All too easily, she opened herself even more to him, Anatol and Taro, ready to risk everything, even future heartache, for moments like this.

  The other demons hurled oaths but finally drifted away.

  Taro didn’t seem to notice, having tended to Zoe throughout the spat.

  He was an exquisite lover, his actions more tender than Stefin’s, but impassioned nonetheless. As he thrust with stunning expertise, he also stroked her clit, driving her crazy, her body alternately tensed with desire and limp with submission.

  Despite having taken her first, Stefin clearly wanted more and used Zoe’s mout
h as he had her body, with mastery and pure abandon. Anatol suckled her other nipple, the one Taro hadn’t gotten to.

  Again, she came first with Taro and Stefin following, their rapturous cries competing with the other racket. With a blissful expression, Stefin keeled over, finally spent for the moment. It didn’t take much more than that for demon males to get hard again. One of the advantages of being damned.

  Taro kissed her back as though to thank her. Panting, Zoe wiggled her ass into his groin.

  “My turn,” Anatol said, his words a promise as he pushed Taro aside.

  Before Taro could climb onto the table as the others had and slip his rod into her mouth, Anatol had dipped his fingers in her cunt, bathing them in her moisture and demon come, which he next brushed over her anus.

  Surely to prepare that part of her for his cock.

  Chapter Nine

  Anatol drew in a ragged breath and ordered himself to slow down, to take care. He didn’t want to harm Zoe.

  This was about pleasure.

  Unfortunately, his body agreed too eagerly, not wanting to wait a second longer for relief. Again, Anatol fought his overwhelming lust, tensing to the point that his shoulders and neck burned.

  Fuck her blind, his thoughts suddenly whispered. Now.

  If she’d been any other female demon, Anatol would have readily indulged in his beastly urges. Because she was Zoe, he couldn’t, even though he knew she was into this. The way she kept lifting her ass was a clear indication for him to fill her. However, Anatol had seen how blissful she’d looked during Taro’s turn. He’d taken her gently at first, finally building to a crescendo of desire.

  If a dumb cowboy could do that, a demon of Anatol’s caliber could do even better. His innate sophistication alone should send Zoe over the moon. If he could only calm down long enough to control himself.

  Easy, easy, easy, his thoughts warned.

  Fuck that. His cock responded by growing harder, thicker, every inch of it so tender with unfulfilled need he wanted to shriek.

  Clenching his jaw, Anatol ran the tip of his crown against Zoe’s anus, showing her as much tenderness as he could.