Deal With the Devil

by Ortega, Annmarie

  “No, no, Marie, its okay. Trust me,” he whispered to her. She still felt the fingers on her nipples as she felt Nate’s hand rest on her shoulder, pushing her gently back down on the bed. “Don’t be scared, it’s still me. I can just do things with just my mind…you’ll see, you’ll learn. I’m not human, remember? Just relax and enjoy the pleasure I give you and that you can give yourself. Just lay back and keep doing what you were doing.”

  Marie lay back as the hands started to massage her breasts. He was able to make her feel him without actually touching her. It was alarming but she tried to not be scared and trust Nate. She slid her hand back down between her legs and slid her finger back inside herself. As soon as she rubbed her clit again the fingers began pinching and rolling her nipples between fingers she knew weren’t really there yet at the same time were somehow Nate. She exhaled hard, caught up in all the overpowering sensations she experienced. It was as though a connection ran from her nipples to her clit, tingling with electricity.

  “Ohhh good, Marie. Now think of me. Think of me on top of you, sliding myself inside of you as far as I can go inside your body,” he whispered in both her ears at the same time. It seemed as if he were surrounding her and in her mind at the same time. There was no question Nate was not human. He had proven that easily with this first visit to her.

  Marie couldn’t help but visualize his words and her hand was now slick with her own juices. She felt her orgasm growing inside herself again and she knew she was about to come.

  “Ahhh…You’re so close Marie. I can feel you’re getting ready to come,” Nate said to her anxiously.

  “Yes,” she gasped, as her finger continued to move inside her and her hips moved with her fingers rhythm.

  “Come for me, Marie. Now,” Nate told her. It was a definite command.

  Marie groaned and turned her head to the side. Her breathing was labored, gasps of pure pleasure that kept her alive.

  “Come for me,” Nate whispered. Marie’s orgasm reached its peak and started to wash over her body, taking over. The whole time she came, her hips bucked and her body spasmed. When she was finished she removed her hand from herself. She felt the pressure from her nipples being pinched and fondled gone.

  “Thank you, Marie, that was beautiful,” he told her quietly as he reached to gently swirl a finger around her belly button, causing her stomach muscles to contract on their own. It was strange not knowing where he would touch her next.

  “Can you take the scarf off?” she asked Nate. She wanted to see him now.

  Suddenly the material was gone, disappeared. Nate was still sitting up next to her looking down at her, his green eyes intense.

  “You know, when I first saw you yesterday, I knew if I got to watch you while you had an orgasm that I’d be able to get a glimpse of heaven,” he explained. “And I was right.”

  Marie lay there, shocked by the words he’d said. There was a certain sadness to them, and a sweetness as well. It moved her that he told her something so personal and she never would have thought the devil would be capable of such touching words.

  “Now I want to make love to you and feel my cock buried deep inside of you,” he said his voice full of passion, deep and throaty. “And this time when you come I want you to look right into my eyes. This time I don’t just want a glimpse of heaven, I want you to take me with you.”

  Marie swallowed as she watched him move over her, nudging her knees gently apart. If he wanted heaven, she would take him there, she thought…if only for a moment.

  ****

  Marie woke up startled, not knowing where she was at first, and then recognized her own bedroom in the darkness that surrounded her. She was lying on her side and Nate was behind her, spooning her. She could hear his even steady breathing behind her letting her know he was asleep. Waking up with a man in her bed was not the norm, but it was a nice feeling…even if the man she was with was the devil.

  It was actually difficult for Marie to remember who Nate really was. Aside from the fact that she knew he had supernatural powers, she couldn’t find anything “devilish” about him. They had made love for hours and Nate had been absolutely amazing. Never in her life did she have such an attentive lover. He seemed to focus only on her pleasure and her body, never on himself. He made her experience the most intense orgasms of her life where she didn’t think she’d be able to survive another…yet somehow she did.

  Nate moved his arm around her holding her tighter. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of protection he gave her. This was another one of those moments when it was so easy to forget who he was.

  “I’ve got to go,” Nate whispered in Marie’s ear. She turned her head back to look at him. She hadn’t realized that he had woken up; she was so deep in her own thoughts about him.

  “Now?” Marie asked disappointed. She looked over at her alarm clock and saw that it was three in the morning. He wasn’t going to spend the night with her like she had thought he would. She didn’t want him to leave her yet.

  “Yeah, now,” he said then placed a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll be back again before the end of the month,” he told her vaguely, not committing to when he would return.

  “Oh, okay,” Marie said, trying to hide her disappointment. It was bizarre to think she was sad that the devil was leaving her. It was amazing how much her life changed in the past twenty-four hours.

  “Bye,” Nate said and vanished.

  Marie lay in her bed, alone. She moved over to where Nate had laid, the warmth of the sheets the only proof that he had been there at all. She thought of all the things she and Nate had done together that night. The devil made me do it, she thought with a smile. Marie went back to sleep, thinking about Nate, figuring out how many days until the end of the month, trying to guess when he would be back.

  Chapter Three

  Libra: Keep emotions in check…remember you are not always in control of every situation…

  The next day at work, Marie spent much of her time thinking about Nate. It was difficult for her to see their being together as impersonal as he did. She understood that to him all she was only a business transaction, nothing more than a signature at the bottom of a contract.

  For Marie, though, he was the only man that she was making love with. In the past, being with a man had always meant something to her. Marie had only slept with men that she had been in love with. Now with Nate she was just supposed to sleep with him whenever he appeared with no emotional attachment. She knew that was what she had agreed to, but it was more difficult than she had imagined it would be. It would be so much easier if he terrified her or was scary looking, she thought. But he was so handsome and a fantastic lover. In the time they were together last night Marie found that she enjoyed being with him.

  After he left last night she found herself missing him, sad that he left her. She would have loved for him to stay the entire night with her. Even though the sex between them was incredible, he still left abruptly, proving to her that he was serious about no attachments. He just wanted her for sex.

  She told herself if she was going to get through this and be able to make it through sane she was going to have to change her past way of thinking. She was going to have to just see Nate as free sex with no strings, just as he saw her. If she allowed herself to get emotionally involved that would be the worst mistake she could make.

  ****

  Marie sat behind the wheel of her new car, the engine quietly purring. She sat staring at the dashboard, breathing in that new car smell. It was such a relief to get rid of her old car that she had been driving for ten years. Her old car had been a compact, bare bones with crank windows and rust covered doors. It had gotten to the point where she never knew if it was even going to start and there were many times it had broken down leaving her stranded. Now Marie was in a brand new blue sports car that she had dreamed of for years. When the dealer had handed her the keys she couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

  There was no way she could ha
ve ever afforded a new car like this on her old salary. It was because of Nate and the promotion that allowed her to sit now on the rich leather seats.

  A few months had passed since that night she met Nate in the bar. There were times she still couldn’t believe who he was. And keeping her feelings for him in check was at times difficult that Marie had to remind herself repeatedly that they only had a contract together. It made her remember they didn’t have a “real” relationship by any means. All they had was unbelievable sex.

  Marie saw a neighbor walk by and stare at her sitting in the car. Her neighbor probably thought she was crazy just sitting in the car not going anywhere. Especially, since she’d parked in front of the building over half an hour ago. She touched the steering wheel one more time before she turned off the car and went inside to her apartment.

  ****

  As Marie lay in bed later that night, she thought about the three days left in the month and how she hadn’t seen Nate. Every night she’d wonder if that would be the night he’d come back to see her, but every night she fell asleep alone. In the morning, he was the first thing on her mind and she’d feel disappointed that he hadn’t returned. For months now she just couldn’t get him out of her head. He had told her when they first met that after making love to him she wouldn’t want another man and he was right.

  Remembering how it had felt the first time he had slid his long thick cock inside of her, Marie’s pussy clenched with desire. She could feel her wetness when she rubbed her legs together just from thinking of him. There was a fire in her core that grew with intensity as she thought of him sliding in and out of her.

  Plus there was more to making love with Nate than she’d experienced with other men. When Nate appeared she never knew what to expect. The first night he came to her, he had blindfolded her. Since then he often brought things with him for them to use during sex. He had her handcuffed once, another time her arms and legs spread wide, bound during their entire time of lovemaking. Once he licked cream off her breasts, lapped at it with his tongue from her belly button. When he poured the cold liquid between her legs and watched him bury his face there she fought to keep from screaming out in pleasure. As he sucked the cream from her pussy occasionally he would flick her clit with his tongue. The orgasm she experienced that time left her so breathless, she actually needed time to recover before they could make love again.

  Nate taught her that it was okay to go outside of her comfort zone. He taught her ways to experience pleasure she never had before and she shamelessly enjoyed them all. During their time together he brought out another side of her that she never even knew existed. Sex with him was absolutely amazing.

  Everything he did with her brought the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. And he was correct that night they met in the bar. One look at his, and her body cried for his, wanting him to take her, just make her his again. In fact, just thinking about him could make her feel that way. He had ruined her for other men.

  “Penny for you thoughts,” Nate said, standing at the foot of her bed.

  Marie sat up, startled. Damn, his appearing and disappearing still made her jump in surprise. Even though her room was dark, Marie could feel the redness of embarrassment rise up through her cheeks. She knew he was able to read her thoughts and she’d been caught not just thinking of him, but thinking of his cock buried inside her.

  “Nate,” she said feebly, unable to even think of anything else to say. She could feel her heart starting to beat faster, her excitement of his presence difficult to disguise.

  “Nice ride you have out front,” he said as he started to crawl up her bed toward her, not wasting any time. Tonight he had on blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Even dressed as casual as he was, he still breathtakingly handsome.

  “I--I just picked it up today. I still can’t believe it’s really mine,” she told him. While it was true, owning such a nice car was going to take some getting used to. But, she didn’t want to talk about cars with him. She wanted sex. She wanted sex with him. Now.

  Nate climbed over Marie straddling her. He looked down at her and grinned, his hair falling forward around his face framing it.

  “So, have you missed me?” he teased her knowing full well that she had. “I warned you that you’d never be the same after making love with me,” he finished smugly, as he stroked her face.

  For some reason his self assurance and cockiness bothered Marie. She moved to sit up and push him off of her. He had been totally correct that she wasn’t the same after making love with him, and she had missed him. He didn’t have to rub her face in it though.

  “Get off me,” she demanded as she struggled to sit up.

  “Whoa, wait a minute. I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here,” he told her playfully as he grabbed her arms at the wrists. A spark ignited in Marie’s eyes as he held her wrists then pushed her so she was lying on her back again. He stretched her arms up over her head, easily pinning her down under him.

  “Let me go,” she spat at him. She only half meant what she said to him though. She actually quivered from his touch, aroused by him taking control of the situation so quickly. There was no way she could deny him even if she wanted to. One touch from him and she was lost. The way he held her down and laid his weight on her was a total turn on. She could feel his hardness through his jeans letting her know he wanted her.

  “No,” he quickly replied, smiling. He was amused by her half-hearted attempt at getting him off her. He knew she wanted him, sensed it the moment he had appeared in her room. Her thoughts of him inside her told him exactly what she wanted and he planned on giving her just what she wanted. But first if she wanted to play games, he’d play. Nate knew Marie could feel his erection and so he rubbed himself slowly against her, teasing her more.

  Marie struggled again to get her arms free from him, but his hold was too strong. There was no way she could break free from him. She looked up at him with a fire burning in her eyes. Every once in a while he would rub himself against her making her pussy throb with desire. As she looked at him she got the impression he was enjoying himself at her expense which incensed her more.

  “Kiss me,” he said down to her as his face moved just inches from hers.

  “No,” she said and pursed her lips together defiantly.

  “Kiss me,” he said again, this time in a voice that was definite command.

  “No,” she said, just as defiant as him. It took all her strength she possessed not to look at his lips that were so close to her own. Even though she wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against hers there was no way she would give in so easily.

  Nate let a low growl escape from deep in his throat and as Marie looked up at him his eyes started to glow an unearthly red. Somehow what had started out as a game became serious. She had never seen him like this before.

  “Kiss me, Marie,” he commanded again. “Don’t get me angry,” he warned her, his voice deep and frightening, different from how he normally spoke. It sounded evil.

  Marie gasped at his words and the sight of his eyes that were an unnatural red. Nate let go of her wrists and moved his hands down to grab her face. He slowly moved his lips closer to hers so they practically touched. His eyes slowly returned back to their normal stunning green color.

  “Marie, I want to make love to you so badly,” he said, his voice now back to normal. “I know you can feel how much I want you. You can’t deny it, you want me too. I bet if I touched you right now I’d find you’re soaking wet for me. Don’t fight me, just give yourself to me,” he whispered before gently touching his lips to hers.

  As soon as their lips met Marie knew he won. There was no way she could fight him or resist him in any way, not really. His tongue brushed across her closed lips and she opened her mouth to him. When his tongue brushed hers he moaned and lowered himself to rest on his forearms, his fingers wrapping themselves in her long, brown hair.

  Nate rubbed his body against hers again so she could feel his hardne
ss through their clothes once more. Marie raised her hips up to meet his as the intense throb between her legs grew even stronger. All she could think of was having his hardness deep inside of her.

  Nate stopped kissing her and pulled back away from her.

  “I want you now,” he told her.

  All Marie could do was nod her head in agreement. Suddenly, all of their clothes disappeared. Marie looked down at their naked bodies then back at Nate. She parted her legs without hesitation and Nate entered her, thrusting himself as deep as he could inside her in one stroke. Marie wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, inviting him into her even more.

  “Damn,” she muttered as she moved her hands down to grab his buttocks, pulling him even closer yet to her.

  “Exactly,” he replied back with a wicked grin and his eyes flashed a bright red for just a second. He started sliding in and out of her as her hips moved to the rhythm he created. As his body’s movements quickened so did Marie’s. She closed her eyes overwhelmed with the sensation of him. Making love with him was the best thing in the world and if thinking that damned her in God’s eyes, she didn’t even care.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he said to her without changing his rhythm, “Tell me you belong to me.” He pumped in and out of her never slowing his pace.

  “I’m yours, Nate. I belong to you,” she said breathlessly. It didn’t even feel strange saying the words to him. It was perfectly natural because it was true. Only he could make her feel such pleasure, make her feel so alive. He had a power over her no one else ever could. He had her body and if he wanted it he could have her very soul. All of her was his for the taking.