Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  Derek yanked me into his chest and kissed me with savage, brute passion. He caught my bottom lip in his sharp teeth before letting it go.

  "This isn't over, Alexandra," he said.

  He turned and walked out, cool as a cucumber, and leaving me utterly wrecked in the kitchen.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  DEREK

  We were finished with the foyer.

  The rug had been ripped up to reveal the original hardwood beneath it. It had been sanded, stained, and whipped back into shape. The chocolate stain was deep and beautiful, meant to complement the brown shingles outside. The wallpaper had been stripped and the crown molding restored. The entire room had been touched up, remained, and brought back to the original craftsmanship of the house.

  My motives were wholly professional as I walked through the house in search of my clients. I wanted their feedback before we continued. I heard them before I saw them in the sitting room. The sound of their voices stopped me cold, and I listened at the door like the paranoid lover I'd become.

  "Do you think we can have another tumble between the sheets before I leave tonight?"

  The sound of his voice, simpering and needy for my Venus, was enough to make me see red. I didn't give her a chance to respond before I walked into the room and cleared my throat. Two heads turned to look at me from where they sat nestled together on the sofa.

  "I wanted to let you know we finished out front today," I managed to keep my composure. "We'll start in here tomorrow, if you can clear it out tonight."

  Brian's eyes crinkled up into a stupid smile but Alexandra's reminded wide and frozen. She was trying to hide it, but I could tell she was scared shitless. The color had drained from her face--she looked like she'd rather jump off a cliff than be in the same room with Brian and me right now.

  "You boys work quickly," Brian said. He withdrew one lazy, possessive arm from around the waist of my goddess, before he got up and walked towards me.

  Alexandra stayed put, watching in horror as her husband clapped me on the shoulder.

  "Thank you for watching over Lexie while I was away. That storm was a bad one. I'm glad you were here to help her with the house."

  I recalled my dream as I looked in that man's smiling, bespectacled face. I wanted nothing more than to deck him and make him watch as I fucked Alexandra until she squirted all over me. I felt like I was near to shaking with barely contained rage. All I could manage was a nod at him before he continued into the foyer.

  The beast tore at me from the inside.

  This was not an opportunity to be wasted. I was on Alexandra in a flash. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off of the sofa right into me. My lips met hers, and her mouth parted for me like a sighing flower.

  "Derek," she hissed into my mouth, "this is reckless."

  "I don't give a fuck," I hissed right back before cupping her ass passively to grind her pelvis into mine.

  I was hard and ready, and I wanted her to fucking know it. She froze when we heard muffled noises of excitement from the foyer. Brian must have liked what he found there.

  "You should let me go," she breathed, looking fearfully over my shoulder.

  "Don't act like you don't enjoy the sneaking around, Princess," I said as I squeezed her ass.

  She flushed and looked away. That wouldn't do. I grabbed her chin in my fingers and yanked her face forward, forcing her to meet my gaze.

  "Tomorrow, Brat," I told her, "you will be punished."

  "We should talk, Derek," she started, but I cut her off.

  "Punishment first, Princess, then we can talk as much as your pretty little heart desires."

  We heard his footsteps coming towards us, and she jumped out of my arms, flopped back down on the sofa, and gave me a shooing gesture to get back to where I was standing before, on the other side of the sofa. I scowled, but did as she asked. By the time Brian walked back in, it was as if nothing had changed.

  "Exemplary work, Derek," he beamed at me like a fucking dork.

  I nodded and walked out. I couldn't be in that room any longer.

  "He's not a very eloquent man, is he?" I heard Brian ask Alexandra as I left.

  I didn't wait to hear her reply before I opened the door and got into my truck.

  I saw red all the way home.

  LEXIE

  The front room was stunning.

  Derek truly was a genius, that much wouldn't be denied. The sight of it took my breath away. Everything gleamed, polished and new. It was starting to look like the house I'd always wanted. Surprisingly, Brian agreed. He wasn't completely hopeless when it came to taste after all. The man could be taught.

  We spent a few hours getting the sitting room ready for the crew tomorrow. Then Brian made love to me again on one of the sofas we'd pulled into the dining room.

  "I don't know what it is, Lex," he said as we basked in our post-coital glow, "but you're especially irresistible to me right now."

  I laughed hysterically. How could I not? Between the two of them, I'd be lucky to make it to the end of summer. The affair had only been going on for a few days and I was already worn out; physically and emotionally exhausted.

  "I'm one lucky lady," I said after my laughter had calmed.

  I meant it. I wouldn't trade Brian for anything or anyone. Or so I had thought. I was still flustered from Derek's blazing kiss and terrifying promise of punishment. On top of still being more than flustered from what happened this morning.

  That man would be my undoing.

  That was the thought that stuck with me all night after I said goodbye to Brian.

  I was grateful for some time to myself. I soothed my aching body in a warm tub and let a lavender bath bomb loose. It fizzled, turning the water a light purple, and filled the room with its relaxing scent. I soaked for a long while and let myself unwind. I didn't realize how much tension I'd been holding in my body until now.

  I sipped a glass of red wine and savored the relief of my sore body at last. I would have to have a talk with Derek about what he considered "light punishment". This was no joke, especially when I bruised so easily. Annoyance flashed through me. Here I was, soaking in a tub with a glass of wine, wanting to some much needed "me time", and all I could think about was Derek.

  I thought about how good it felt to be with him. How much I enjoyed being bad with him. How much fun this game we were playing was. Those moments today when he was so brazen, so uncaring if we got caught--they were more erotic than I could have ever imagined.

  What kind of a woman am I to enjoy sneaking around so much? I always thought I was a good, decent person. I donated to charities, I gave money to beggars, I was kind to strangers (a rarity in Manhattan). But this? This was something else entirely. This was indecency on a deep, dark level. It was the kind of indecency that left a mark on a person. It would tarnish me for life.

  Derek had lured me down into his dark world, and it was all too easy to feel at ease with him there. The sex god turned devil had me in his claws.

  And I felt right at home there.

  What did that say about me?

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  LEXIE

  Holy shit.

  Derek ignored me. All day. He blatantly ignored me when I asked to talk, eager to clear the air before my dreaded punishment. He pretended not to hear me later when I approached him again. I was at my wit's end until he came up to me at the end of his shift.

  "Get in the truck, Brat."

  What else could I have done? I obeyed.

  I tried talking in the car, but he'd just clenched his teeth and white knuckled it all the way to his house. He tore all my clothes off and threw me in the dungeon. I was naked and tied to a four-poster bed that I hadn't even known was down there, and waiting.

  I'd been waiting for him for a very long time.

  I was cold. I was sore. I was pissed.

  I was also incredibly turned on.

  At last, I heard him coming down the stairs. My anger dissolved into fea
r at the look on his face. It was mean. I hardly recognized him. He'd unleashed that dark beast inside of him and it was terrifying. He was dressed in black again, my collar in his hands.

  Without so much as a word, Derek stalked towards me on the bed. He loomed over me and put the collar around my neck. He buckled it, making it uncomfortably tight, and stepped back to look down at me.

  "S-sir," I broke the silence, "we should talk about this."

  "Yes, bitch, we should."

  I flinched at the word. That was a new name. It was degrading, derogatory, and hot as all hell. He was angrier than I'd ever seen him. I'd incurred the wrath of the devil. I swallowed down the butterfly in my throat.

  "I thought you'd learned your lesson," he said with a voice that poured ice water into my veins, "but I've clearly been too lenient with you, Brat."

  He walked to a bedside table, opened a drawer, and pulled out something resembling a small club. He held it up to my face and I flinched away. If he thought he was going to beat me with that, he had another thing coming!

  "This is a magic wand," he whispered, his face hovering an inch above mine, "this is what a real vibrator looks like, Princess."

  I stared at it. This monstrosity was a vibrator? This was at least the size of my forearm with a fist-sized ball at the end. Oh god. This was going to be bad. Very, very bad.

  He placed the head of the gigantic vibrator on my bare folds. He flipped a switch and I shrieked. Not in pleasure, not in bliss, but a full scream of shock and pain.

  It felt like my bones themselves were rattling under the strength of the vibrations. It was intense. It was too fucking intense. Derek rubbed it up and down, focusing it at the apex of my pussy, right on my sensitive, little bud.

  He pushed it down on my clit and I felt like a window being smashed with a hammer. I was too sensitive. The sensations were more than I could handle. It was pleasure, forced and pushed into the realm of pain. My hips bucked on their own accord as they tried to get away from the onslaught.

  "Sir," I pleaded, "please, it's too much."

  "You like coming so much, then here, come as much as you want, Princess," his voice mocked me.

  My back arched sharply as an orgasm barreled through me with no warning, torn from me by this evil machine between my legs. It felt like it had been physically ripped out of me. But Derek didn't stop. He kept the thing cruelly pressed into my clit, and it was more than I could bear. I was certain every atom in my body was about to fray apart.

  Frizzled little bottles of sensation, nerves firing haphazardly, shocked my system. I writhed, I wriggled, but there was no escaping it. There was no escaping him and his wrath. I burst into tears if only because it was the only relief I had at my disposal.

  "What is it, Princess?" he jeered, "You come on your own, you come with your husband; you come whenever the fuck you want. You don't want it now?"

  It hurt. It was too much. I was tempted to say the safe word. It floated like a life raft through the turbulence of my thoughts, apple, apple, apple. But I recalled Derek's warning.

  You're only to use it in dire circumstances. I take its use very seriously and it will change our dynamic because it will mean I failed you.

  I knew then that I wasn't ready to say it. Not yet.

  The vibrations rippled through me until another orgasm was forced from me. Sharp and jagged, it sliced me apart with tiny pinpricks. The sounds coming from my mouth were animalistic and inhuman. Still, he kept it on me. I looked up at my dark master through tear-filled eyes.

  "Please, Sir," I sputtered and begged.

  It was all I could do to get the words out. Flinty eyes sparked into me in cold, heartless recognition of my suffering. The dominance, the indifference, sent a jolt through my body and another orgasm shattered through me. I was spiraling out of control.

  I never knew pleasure could hurt so much. I didn't want any more. I couldn't take any more. My whole body was tense, flushed, and overheated. I felt sweat beading on my skin and my breath was catching in short, hyper bursts.

  Suddenly, it stopped. I trembled on the bed, shaking like a leaf in the wind, and gasped for air. My pussy was fizzling to the point of numbness. It felt like static on a television screen. It had been overstimulated beyond anything I'd ever known was possible.

  Derek walked around the bed to position himself between my legs. His hot tongue seared through raw flesh, like water thrown over hot stones, and I couldn't even scream--the act had my mouth gaping open and closed soundlessly like a dying fish.

  His tongue felt like lava that burned through the icy numbness of my clit. My overused pussy short-circuited and I gushed with another climax. I cried, I screamed, I panted; it was too much. Derek snarled up at me and slapped my overly sensitive folds, sending me into spasm.

  I heard him unbuckle his pants and my heart thudded. He pulled his huge erection out through the zipper, grabbed my hips, and thrust into me. He sheathed himself to the root in one hard, merciless thrust.

  "Take it all, bitch," he growled as he plunged recklessly into me.

  The water pressure built up. The head of his cock hit that sweet spot inside my walls, and I had nothing left in me to fight it. There was nothing left but the pleasure that wracked me through and through. All my body knew what to do anymore was come.

  He thrust in quick, deep bursts, and the wet smack of flesh hitting flesh filled the air. Derek started to pant through his nose like a bull as he kept up his merciless pace. My walls swelled and I broke, squirting all over his dick.

  "Fuck," he said low and dark, but he kept going.

  Harder. Faster. Deeper.

  I unraveled like a spool of thread.

  "Your pleasure belongs to me, Alexandra," Derek panted between thrusts.

  I was beyond the point of speech. I tried to respond, but simply couldn't.

  "It doesn't belong to your husband, and it doesn't belong to you. It's mine."

  He fucked me brutally, making me orgasm again, until he pulled out and ejaculated all over my chest and stomach. He groaned as hot spurts of semen shot out. I could barely register the feel of it on my skin as it fell. My body was an overwrought, numb, twitching mess.

  Derek stood and looked down at me, satisfied, and zipped himself back up. He pulled a towel out of the drawer. He cleaned me with soft, gentle touches before he untied the ropes at my hands and feet, and pulled me into his embrace.

  I curled into a ball on his chest. I was so tired. His warm, firm hand rubbed my back in soothing circles.

  "Good job, Princess," he whispered into the crown of my head.

  I smiled and closed my eyes. Exhaustion claimed me as I fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  DEREK

  I hadn't intended to go so hard on her. Something inside of me snapped. I was so angry. The monster was calm now that she'd been punished. I couldn't have gone too far if she used the safe word. There were a few moments where I was certain I had crossed the line, that I'd pushed her too far, but she never said it.

  Alexandra was tough, perhaps made of tougher stuff than I'd realized. I was relaxed, calm, and ready to talk to her now. I'd been too angry before; my body demanded her punishment above all else.

  She stirred in my arms, those eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me with that smile just for me. She stretched her body long like a cat before pecking me on the lips. My excitement stirred again, but I ignored it. It was too soon. Her body was in no shape to take me again.

  "Have I been out long?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

  "No, pet," I kissed her on the collarbone, "it's not even been an hour."

  She cooed and snuggled back into me. She was so delicate, so soft. I frowned.

  "Was it too much?"

  She shook her head.

  "No, but almost. I thought about saying the word a few times, but you didn't push me too far. A few more minutes would have done it, though."

  "I will always take care of you."

  "Are y
ou ready to talk now?" she asked with trepidation seeping into her voice.

  "Yes," I said, ready for this conversation, "I don't want you orgasming without my permission. I can't stop you from sleeping with Brian, but you're not allowed to come."

  She went stiff in my arms before she pulled back to look at me.

  "How am I supposed to do that, exactly?” She asked in disbelief.

  I didn’t know why it was so shocking to her. I’d made it pretty crystal-god-damn-clear that her pleasure belonged to me and only me.

  “Fake it, deny him, blow him; I don’t need to know the details. Do whatever it takes to obey me.”

  “So, all of this tonight was because I came with Brian?"

  "You led me to believe you weren't going to touch him, let alone have him servicing you every fucking night," I growled.

  She looked at me for a few moments. I could see her mind whirring as emotions waged war within her.

  "Fine," was all she said, her voice flatter than I'd have liked. I didn't get any more out of her.

  I wasn't sure what I would have done if she'd said no.

  LEXIE

  Derek had no idea that I was lying to him.

  There was no way I could do what he was asking. He had no idea what my relationship was like with Brian. My husband would sniff out a fake orgasm in a second. I had no choice but to lie. What Derek didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

  His dominance of my body, his ownership of my pleasure was a huge turn on, but so was being bad. I'd considered telling him the truth, but that dominant little imp inside of me, the Brat, got off on keeping that bit of control for myself.

  A woman had to have her secrets, right?

  He was also being absolutely ridiculous. I didn't want this to end, though, and I couldn't see a better way around his jealousy. There was no way I was going through the torture of that wand every time Derek got mad at me for being with Brian. I shivered as I remembered that thing vibrating between my legs. Who knew I could come so much?