Devil Takes His Innocent

by Emma Anderson

  “So you’re going to play the innocent virgin?” he said, crowding her body. “That’s fine. I will play along, but know this…your hesitation comes with consequences.”

  Before she could respond, he pulled her against his hard chest, his lips coming down hard on hers. Pleasure zipped through her body, making her regret the choice of underwear Nikki had insisted on. The tiny scrap of cloth was soaked. It was no longer containing the flood of juices escaping her pussy.

  Her beaded nipples rubbed against the built-in bra of the dress that had now become a torture chamber. Each brush against the material had her pussy throbbing for something. As quickly as the kiss had started, it stopped. He turned her so she was once again facing the window. The lights of the city were no longer in focus; instead they created a kaleidoscope of color before her eyes.

  She heard the zipper of her dress being lowered. This drew her out of her haze. The whole purpose of her being in the hotel room was moments away. Was she ready? A calm seemed to fall over her. It was acceptance of what was about to happen. Not because it was the right thing to do to protect her friend, but more of a reassurance that it was time. She had been holding on to her virginity in the hope of finding the right man. One who created havoc with her hormones. She had never found such a man until tonight. She would follow through with her commitment to Nikki and allow Devil to take her. The “if only” statements that she knew would follow would have to wait until tomorrow. Her hormones wanted her attention back on this man.

  There was no denying her reaction to Devil. He stirred up things in her body that she had wished certain other men had. While their joining would be unconventional, and a one-off experience, she couldn’t refute his effect on her. Her body wanted this above anything else in that moment.

  She was drawn from her ponderings by the man at the center of her thoughts. He was leaning over her, placing her hands on the wooden shelf in front of her. When he stepped back, pulling his warmth from her body, she became acutely aware of her undressed status. Cool air wafted over her, highlighting every single goose bump that protruded from her skin.

  A groan sounded behind her before she felt his warmth once again. Only this time it was on her bottom. “Has anyone ever told you that your ass was made for a man’s hand?”

  “No,” she sighed, as his large hand ran over her ample cheeks.

  She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but her body demanded she see where this man was taking her. She didn’t have long to wait. His hand came down hard on her backside. The sting had her trying to move, but she was held down by his other hand pressed to the middle of her back.

  “Don’t move, or I’ll add to your punishment.”

  “Punishment?” She gasped as his hand rubbed over her burning cheek.

  “Yes, your consequences for lying to me about your name and then hesitating when it came to disrobing,” he said, his hand landing once again on her bottom. “While we’re together, when I give an order, you will follow it immediately. Is that understood?”

  He had stated each word by pausing between them to spank her. The sting had turned into a burning sensation, which had spread to her pussy. Her orgasm started to build. His hand continued to pepper down on her heated backside. Then he suddenly stopped.

  “I’m not hearing a reply to my question.” Damn it, what had he asked? Her brain was so lost in this new experience that she couldn’t seem to find the question, or the answer. “You will do everything I tell you,” he reminded her.

  Nodding, she groaned her “Yes” reply. She slumped in relief when his so-called punishment recommenced. Light appeared behind her closed eyelids. Her orgasm was so close, she began to shake at its intensity. Then she discovered what the true meaning behind the term punishment was. The spanking stopped as quickly as it had started.

  She soon became aware of the other elements in the room. The cool air of the air-conditioner danced past her trimmed hair, tickling her pussy and sensitive clitoris. It did nothing to chase away the orgasm, or bring her to climax. Instead, it seemed to maintain her current state. She was one tiny touch away from the most glorious orgasm she had ever experienced. Those by her own hand had never felt this good.

  She went to close her legs in the hope she would push herself over the edge but was stopped by Devil’s next words. “Don’t move, or I’ll leave you like that, unsatisfied, for the rest of our hour.”

  She froze where she stood, trying to concentrate on the movement she heard behind her in an attempt to take her mind off the sensations pulsing through her. Clothing rustled, making her pussy leak further, and her head wondered how long she would have to wait. The answer came hard and fast.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  Within seconds of answering his question, he filled her. Immediately her body responded in glorious orgasm and pain. Though if she were asked later, the pain was overshadowed by the erotic feeling accompanying her orgasm. The man stilled behind her. Maybe he was giving her body a chance to adjust to the new experience.

  Needing something that she didn’t understand, she allowed her body to talk for her. Wriggling her hips, she hoped that he got the message. He did. In response, he began to thrust into her. On each reentry, she was reminded of the spanking she had received. Her ears rang, her eyes were blinded by bright light, and she screamed as the orgasm slammed through her. She trembled with aftershocks. As her body returned to earth, she became aware that he no longer stood behind her. His next comment destroyed any of the euphoric feelings she had been experiencing and reminded her why she was standing naked in the hotel room.

  “So they’ve developed a way for you call girls to appear to be virgins again, when the need arises. It’s been a long time since I popped anyone’s cherry. Tell your father his debt is cleared,” the man stated.

  Turning, Gabby leaned against the shelf, her sensitive backside immediately making itself known. She desperately wanted to correct this man’s misunderstanding, then give him a piece of her mind. But what she really needed to do was chastise herself. She had forgotten who he was and who he was connected to. She had allowed her delusions about romance to blur the truth behind the meeting with this man. She was a piece of ass to him, nothing more. He had used her body as payment for Jeffrey’s gambling debt. There would be no happy ever after like in her books. It would seem that she had inherited her mother’s bad taste in men.

  “Well what are you waiting for, cuddles?” he sneered down at her, drawing her out of her self-recrimination. “I don’t know what your other clients usually do, but you’ve got the wrong man if you want that. Now get dressed and get out.”

  Too numb to argue, she did exactly as he had told her. As she exited through the door, a hand on her arm stopped her. The man who had just taken her virginity then had the audacity to hand her a bundle of cash before releasing her and closing the door on her still retreating body.

  ****

  The inexplicable reaction Devil had to the call girl confused him. As soon as he had seen her, he began planning a whole night of activities. The things he had envisioned doing to her, with her, had his head spinning. He had to keep reminding himself what her occupation entailed. She was a trained professional. He decided that his lapse in judgment meant he was in need of a good feed. Once he’d finished gaining sustenance from a lovely brunette’s neck, Devil went in search of his brothers. He found Viper behind his desk in their shared office.

  “You already finished with the call girl?”

  “Yep.”

  “Was she that bad?”

  “On the contrary, she was that good. She almost had me forgetting who I am and what she was.”

  “It sounds like I should check this girl out.”

  Viper’s groaned comment had Devil sitting up straighter. For some unknown reason, he had taken offense at the thought of sharing “Barbie” with his brother. He couldn’t understand his reaction. They had shared hookers in the past, as he had with Judge and
Chaos. What made this one so different? Maybe it was the downtrodden, defeated look on her face when she walked out of the hotel room. Shaking his head, he once again reminded himself that she was a call girl. It was her job to act.

  “If you do,” he said through clenched teeth, “make sure you ask for the virgin experience. Modern technology has provided a way for hookers to pretend to be virgins again.”

  Viper raised his eyebrows in surprise before looking under his desk. “I don’t remember telling you to stop. Finish what I’m paying you for!”

  Devil had been so caught up in his confusion over his response to “Barbie” that he had missed the presence of a human in their office. Damn that girl! He needed to get his head back in the game, otherwise their competitors could come in and take everything he and his brothers had worked so hard in creating.

  His self-recrimination was interrupted when Viper shouted his completion. This was followed by the sound of a zipper. Boots then appeared from under Viper’s desk, followed by an ass barely covered by a tiny skirt. Once the woman was standing and had fixed her clothing, her eyes turned to Devil.

  “Honey, I was about to tell you before I was rudely interrupted,” the woman said, staring at Viper. “I’ve been in this business for a long time, and I can tell you that there ain’t no such thing that can bring back our virginity or make it seem that way.”

  “But I felt it. It felt so real,” Devil stated.

  “Then, honey, you just took that girl’s virginity.”

  Chapter Two

  “What the fuck!” Devil shouted once the woman had left the office. To say he was furious would have been an understatement. Murderous thoughts ran wild through his mind.

  “Who the hell told you she was a call girl?”

  “I’ll give you one guess.”

  “That asshole Harrison.”

  Devil picked up the photo Jeffrey Harrison had given him. Only this time, his eyes saw something they had failed to earlier. The picture depicted the same woman from tonight minus the makeup. Her beauty and innocence shone through. How could he have missed it?

  His murderous thoughts changed slightly. Instead of just killing Jeffrey Harrison, he planned on torturing the asshole first. What kind of father would sell their innocent daughter to pay off his gambling debts? No matter what sins he had committed, and the list was long, Devil knew that he would never contemplate such a thing. Yes, Jeffrey Harrison would pay for his crimes, and Devil would be the judge, jury, and executioner.

  Though Devil had to concede that Jeffrey Harrison wasn’t the only one responsible for what had happened tonight. Devil had been just as responsible. He had been so wound up lately, that he hadn’t taken the time to appreciate this beautiful woman for what she was. Had he done so, he no doubt would have recognized the signs of inexperience and sent her away before he ruined her. Or at least recognized what she wasn’t, a call girl. He too needed to make amends, only it was for his stupidity and impatience.

  As soon as he had seen the woman, he had become hard. It had been a long time since his cock had appreciated a woman so instantly. Her curves were on display in that tight little dress she wore. He’d dragged her into his hotel room, desperate to hide her amazing body from passersby. He wanted to be the only one to view such a delicious sight. She reminded him of the women from his youth. They enjoyed their food too much to worry about what they looked like. He rued the day that body image became an important factor in a woman’s life. Now, the first woman to pique his interest in a long time, and look at the way he had treated her. It was an error he would make amends for, but first he needed more information.

  “I say you get that fucker on the phone and let’s hear what he has to say for himself,” Viper said, his fae yellow eyes coming to the forefront, highlighting what his body language failed to. He was pissed. He was known as Viper because he struck his prey hard and fast; they never knew what hit them until it was too late.

  Devil followed Viper’s advice, and a few seconds later a ringing tone could be heard through the phone’s speaker. “Hello,” came the wary greeting.

  “Harrison.”

  “Um, yes, Mr. Torments. Was there a problem with Gabriella?” The man’s question had Devil emitting a low, menacing growl.

  “Yes there’s a problem. She’s not a call girl like you insinuated.”

  “Um, yes, well,” the man muttered down the phone.

  “What did you tell her to get her here?” Devil demanded.

  “The truth! It’s not like she’s innocent,” the man scoffed.

  “What the hell did she ever do to you to gain such disregard?” Devil asked, furious at this man’s attitude toward Gabriella.

  “She existed,” the man replied with venom in his voice. “Do you have any idea how difficult she made my life once my wife found out about her? Her presence all but killed my wife.”

  Hearing enough of this man’s viciousness, Devil stated, in a voice that left no room for argument, “Tell me everything you know about her! Then you will stay out of her life. You will have to clear your debt with us without using your daughter any further. Do I make myself understood?”

  The truth was, the money meant very little to him at the moment. Revenge was the only course of action in Devil’s mind. By the end of the phone call, he had this guy’s slow death all planned out. But first he needed to make things right with Gabriella. She deserved nothing less, and so much more.

  He needed to call upon one of his other brothers, Judge, for help. His mountain lion shifter blood made him the perfect choice for the hotel’s head of security. His strength and speed were used to ensure the rules were being followed at all times. He was also Alpha of a large pride, which meant he had contacts scattered throughout Las Vegas. Devil needed him to discover Gabriella’s address. It spoke volumes to him about the relationship Jeffrey Harrison had with his daughter that he had no clue of where she lived.

  Devil also wanted to see the footage of Gabriella’s departure from the hotel. He needed to ensure her safety. When she had left the room, she appeared withdrawn. He had just assumed that she was sulking due to his abrupt dismissal. Now, he knew his assumption to be false. He needed to locate her.

  Unfortunately, it would seem that Devil’s misfortune would continue for the night. Judge was away on pride business. He had to settle for Judge’s second-in-command. After gaining access to the security footage his ire had increased. He watched several times as Gabriella walked through the double glass doors of the hotel. She spoke to the doorman briefly before handing him cash. It was the same bundle of money that Devil had given her to make her leave without a fuss. Then she just disappeared off of the screen. Viper had gone down to speak to the doorman, only to discover that she had walked out onto the boulevard to hail her own cab.

  He may be known as Devil, but never in his life had he done anything to make himself question his own actions where a woman was concerned, until tonight. He was her first, and he hadn’t offered her the gentleness she deserved. Why hadn’t Gabriella stopped him? Why had she allowed her father to sell her body? These were a few of the many questions he intended on finding out the answers to, once he could locate her.

  ****

  Not for the first time, Gabby questioned the hurt she felt at Devil’s treatment of her. For some unknown reason his dismissal had hurt her more than her own father selling her body. Though she shouldn’t have been surprised by Devil’s actions. She had seen her mother’s johns treat her exactly the same way.

  After leaving the hotel the previous night, she was thankfully too exhausted to do anything but shower. Her brain was too frazzled to think. She fell into bed praying sleep would take her quickly. It had, however it was also broken. Her dreams all revolved around Devil. He’d done things to her body that she had only fantasized about. She had never thought that she would have allowed a complete stranger such power over her body.

  The next morning, her achy body was a constant reminder of what she wanted to forget. N
ikki was at work by the time Gabby had crawled out of bed, for which she was thankful. She knew her friend would want to know everything there was to the “date,” and she was too tired to censor her words. The truth would no doubt come out, no matter how hard Gabby tried to hide it. The truth that the man who had sired her had pimped her out to clear his debt. But instead of drawing Nikki into the nightmare any further, she planned on leaving her best friend a note before heading out on her vacation, explaining things just hadn’t worked out with the guy.

  Gabby needed to ensure Jeffrey never used her or threatened Nikki again. And thankfully Devil’s reaction to the mention of her father had given her an idea. Picking up the phone, she rang the very man she had no real desire to talk to. His response was fast and abrupt.

  “What do you want, Gabriella? I’m busy.”

  “What I have to say won’t take long, Jeffrey. It’s quite simple, actually. It seems that I pleased Devil so much last night that he wishes to use me again. He’s even willing to put an exclusive claim on me,” she said, surprised at the strength she could hear in her voice.

  She felt no guilt toward the fact that she was lying to the man or using Devil’s name as a form of protection. She doubted either would meet again. Jeffrey might be stupid enough to run up further debt, but she doubted Devil was dumb enough to allow it to happen on his premises again. The fear Jeffrey carried of Devil and the claim he supposedly had on her would hopefully ensure both her and Nikki’s safety.

  “What the hell does he see in your fat ass?” came the crass response, though it lacked the usual venom. In its place was a hint of fear.

  “Something you’ll never see. So lose my number. I no longer want to have any form of contact with you. I will be blocking your number as soon as I hang up. If you try to call me on a number I don’t recognize, you will be put straight through to voicemail. Please feel free to leave your demands and threats on there, that way I’ll be able to share them with Devil. If he’s in a good mood and your luck finally changes, you might only get away having to deal with the police. I’m not your personal bank, prostitute, or verbal punching bag. I’m your daughter, unfortunately. A daughter who will live a happier life not having Jeffrey Harrison in it. Goodbye!” With that said, she hung up, slumping in relief.