Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  “Thank you for everything,” she murmured against his lips.

  SANJA WAS IMMERSED in a pencil drawing of her two guys when Troz returned from his meeting a couple of hours later. Going from memory on Troz while Lyx sat for her, she’d had little trouble recalling his features. She found herself looking at Lyx seldom because his characteristics were just as burned into her psyche as Troz’s were.

  She rubbed her fingertips over the sketch, shading in particular areas. That’s when Troz entered the room, his expression unreadable, but his agitation touched her like a cockroach scurrying across her toes. Chills lanced down her spine, and she rose from her perch as he walked straight to her.

  He peered at her artwork, silent and broody, his forehead grooved worse than the damage a spaceship could make to a farmer’s garden.

  From the corner of her eye she caught the slight narrowing of Lyx’s gaze. “Trouble’s brewing, husband?”

  “Later.” Troz plucked the sketch from her grasp, set it on the easel and drew her nearer to him. A slight dip downward and his eyes were on level with hers. With no forewarning, he wrapped his arm around her thighs and slung her over his shoulder. Breath fled her lungs when she landed on his hard frame.

  Several strides later and he dropped her on her back on the mattress. Hands grabbed her thighs and spread her wide. He must’ve been unsatisfied with her exposure because his palms slid to the back of her knees and pushed them toward her body, maintaining the wideness of her legs. He kept pushing her legs up until her bottom lifted from the bedding.

  “Grab your ankles.”

  Sanja obeyed Troz’s command.

  The blankness of his features contradicted the dark tenor of his tone. Something was amiss and she wouldn’t displease him for fear of retaliation. Punishment from him just once was more than enough. “Do not release them.”

  “Promise.” She braced herself as the fingers of one hand spread her intimate lips and tugged upward, exposing her clit.

  “Do not speak, Sanja.” Troz’s fingers circled her entrance. “Lyx, expand the dildo in her ass.”

  Waiting for the expansion, Sanja bit her bottom lip. Two clicks and the toy in her bottom enlarged, but the bite of pain never came.

  Troz cupped her pussy and rubbed up and down.

  Fear over his intensity eradicated any pleasure. She watched as his silver skeins wound down his arm and buried into the flesh of her cunt.

  “Make it larger.” Two more clicks and the first twinge of stinging arose. Sanja breathed through the ache, determined to take whatever he gave her. “More.” Another two and she whimpered. “Again.”

  Three clicks this time and her anus burned at the expansion. “Troz, please, no more. That hurts.”

  In response, he lifted his hand from her mound, his skeins dangling from his fingertips like a mini whip, and he smacked her pussy with the flat of his palm. She cried out, more in surprise than pain.

  “I said….” Another whack to her intimate folds and she jerked. “Do not speak.” A final slap to her pussy. “Understand, Sanja?”

  Biting her bottom lip, she quickly nodded her head. She’d pushed him once before, and his smack had burned her cheek then. But this…this was altogether different. Whatever ate at him wasn’t anything she’d done, but something else external or from within, and those slaps to her pussy weren’t painful. Oh, no, they aroused her.

  “Good girl.” He trailed his skeins across her flesh. They tickled and tantalized. “Punishment for disobeying…you’ll take another three increases in the dildo.”

  She scrunched her eyes shut, promising herself she could bear the pain without humiliating herself.

  “Look into my eyes as Lyx opens up your tight ass.”

  After taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and stared into his black gaze.

  “Increase it once, Lyx.” One click and she winced. Troz tapped the butt plug with his finger and she groaned. “Again.” Another increase drew a whimper from her. He smacked directly over the dildo, and she cried out at the pain that whiplashed through her bottom.

  A fuzzy haze rimmed her vision as her body quivered and absorbed the pain. Suddenly it felt as if her being embraced the discomfort, owned the pain, and welcomed the ache like…pleasure. Can’t be…can’t be…because that’d be kinda sick, twisted, and a lot kinky. She wasn’t the kinky sort.

  “She’s almost reached the state where her body has taken over.” She had no idea what Lyx was talking about.

  “Look at the way her pussy is spasming. It needs a dick like she needs the edge of pain.” She wanted to ask Troz to can the crassness, but before she worked up the nerve, he said, “Give her the final increase.”

  The tight muscles of her rectum screamed in protest at the last expansion, but she panted beneath the wave of ecstacy and agony.

  “She’s leaking pussy juice everywhere.” She thought that was Lyx, but she couldn’t be sure. Even though she gazed in the general vicinity of Troz, she only felt the sensations they delivered to her.

  “I thought she’d come for sure with that one.”

  “Me too.”

  Troz’s big palm landed on her cunt, stinging her flesh with the intensity of his smack…much harder than the others he’d delivered. The tips of his fingers landed on her exposed clitoris during the whack. Sanja cried out as a wash of pleasure assaulted her, riding her along the crest of an orgasm.

  “That did it.” There was amusement in Lyx’s voice. “We lucked out with how receptive she is.”

  “Indeed.”

  Their conversation was like white noise, she heard the words, but could barely process them.

  “You with us yet, angel?” Troz asked the question. Blinking, she nodded, and he chuckled. “No, you’re not.” He leaned over her, forcing her legs to her chest and stretching her ligaments. That jerked her out of the nether region of bliss. He kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Troz sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and nipped the flesh before releasing it. “Lyx hold her legs into position while I eat her pussy. After she climaxes, I want you to fuck her as I fuck you.”

  Troz didn’t wait for agreement from Lyx—and damn sure not from her—but just pushed up, rehooked his fingers at the top of her pussy lips and tugged upward, exposing her clit once more. Lyx gripped her ankles and held them firmly against her shoulders as Troz slammed his mouth down on her clitoris, sucking and licking without any gentleness. She groaned at the intensity and would’ve twisted away, but her men immobilized her.

  “No speaking,” Lyx reminded, which was a good thing because she was on the cusp of begging Troz to give her a minute or to go easy on her.

  No minute to catch her breath was given and no easy came. Just the slurping and sucking of Troz against her sensitive clit. She had no idea how long it took her to come. It felt like eons of torture as he worked over her delicate nub.

  The orgasm took her unaware, and she screamed so loud her throat hurt.

  Troz mumbled against her mound. “Come fuck her, Lyx.” His tongue swiped around her clit, and she jerked against him, keening at the extreme sensations. Palms landed on her thighs, and he held her legs in position. “Make it fast. I don’t think she can take much more of this.”

  Lyx released her and scrambled off the bed, moving around to the other side where Troz tormented her with bliss.

  “I want her legs over your shoulders.” Gawd, Troz was in a bossy mood.

  Moments later, she found herself beneath Lyx, legs draped over his shoulders, and his massive cock squeezing into her swollen passage while rubbing against the butt plug.

  “If she doesn’t get off with you inside her, I’ll punish you.”

  Lyx turned his head to peer at Troz over his shoulder. “The fuck you will. When this is over, you’ll tell me what the hell happened.”

  Troz grunted. “Shut up and fuck her while I watch a moment. We need a mirror.”

  What’d they need a mirror for? Once Lyx was seated deep inside her and her cunt
welcomed him with tiny squeezes, she forgot about the mirror. He planted his palms on the mattress on either side of her hips. “You’re goddamn tight with my dildo at full-expansion in your ass.”

  She nodded, but not because of what he said but because Lyx felt so fucking good. Felt even better when he pulled all the way out and thrust slowly back in.

  “Pound her pussy.”

  Lyx turned his head to face Troz. “Since when do you call the shots?”

  “Since right now.”

  Her purple demon circled his hips, teasing her, as he glared at Troz. “You’d better have a goddamn good reason for this authoritarian bullshit or I’ll bloody you.”

  Sanja caught the tense smile Troz gave Lyx. But then her purple demon focused on her and said, “Sorry, my sex-pet, but Troz seems to require different needs than I do tonight.”

  He pulled out and slammed back into her, which was only the beginning of the pounding her cunt took.

  For a long time, Troz stood at the foot of the bed with his arms folded over his chest and considered them like a man viewing the execution of an inmate. And strangely his coolness turned her on more.

  “Stop,” Troz finally said, and Lyx rammed his cock so deep into her she grunted. He moved behind Lyx and pushed him down on top of Sanja. “You want lube, Lyx, or do you want it raw.”

  Lyx traced one of her eyebrows, but spoke to Troz. “You know I prefer it raw.”

  Sanja was appalled that he would take a fucking without lubrication.

  Troz caught her gaze over Lyx’s shoulder just in time for his body to shift, thrusting Lyx against her. His stationary cock flexed inside her.

  Her purple demon groaned. “Fuck.”

  “I’m inside him, Sanja, while he’s inside you. What do you think of that?”

  She opened her mouth, but at the last moment remembered he hadn’t given her permission to speak. She snapped her teeth together and shook her head.

  “You may speak, angel.”

  “I think you’re both perverted.” And I’m perverted for thinking it’s hot as hell.

  They both laughed and somehow found a rhythm where Lyx was shoving into her while Troz was shoving into him. Lyx’s glazed eyes and soft expression told her all she needed to know. He liked it when Troz fucked him.

  After a while, he cupped her chin and turned her head to face the mirror Troz had set up. “Watch us, my sex-pet.”

  Troz gazed into the mirror along with her, but she didn’t hold his eyes for long. Not when the three of them were on display. The scene wasn’t just erotic, but beautiful. Three individuals enjoying themselves in different ways. It was so perverse, nothing she’d ever dreamed possible, but damn it was hot.

  Lyx laid the side of his face against hers and held her gaze in the reflection. Only his hips moved as he thrust into her, each one punctuated by a grunt…she presumed because Troz was thrusting into him at the same time.

  “You like being fucked by Troz?”

  “Yes. Just as much as you like us fucking you.”

  Talking ceased, and she focused on his thick length filling her over and over again. The sex lasted a long time. So long her legs began to cramp from their position. So long her pussy began to ache from the pounding it received. So long, they all three had rivulets of perspiration running along their bodies.

  “Fuck harder, Lyx.”

  Lyx paused, his eyes crinkling at the corners, but he obliged and rammed into her so hard she dented the bed with each thrust. And with each drive, tiny whimpers scrambled out of her throat. Bliss wrapped around her, heat snaking through her loins as she gripped the sheets for support.

  Troz echoed Lyx’s thrusts, pounding into her purple demon, which increased his grunts. “Cup Sanja’s face,” he said against Lyx’s ear.

  The straight line of Lyx’s mouth detailed his irritation as he turned his head to glower at Troz over his shoulder. “Got any other orders, Master Troz?”

  A slight shake of his dark head. “Not right now. Do it.”

  “Explanations are forthcoming, you bastard.” Lyx fed her more of his weight when he cupped her cheeks.

  “Sanja, place your hands over Lyx’s.”

  She complied with Troz’s instruction. A moment later more weight pressed against her as Troz hunched over Lyx’s back and settled his palms over Sanja’s.

  “You okay, my sex-pet? Can you breathe with our weight on you?”

  Sanja nodded. At this point, breathing was overrated anyway. All she could concentrate on was the hammering of the cock inside her.

  “I’m close to coming.” Lyx kissed her forehead, his gentleness startling her. “What about you, Sanja?”

  “Close. So close.”

  His dark-purple lips skimmed across her mouth, their breaths mingled and became one. “I love to make love to you.”

  Make love? Her eyes rounded. He couldn’t truly mean—

  “It’s an expression, Sanja. Don’t read more into it.”

  But the vertical frown lines between his eyes suggested the words bothered him. She wouldn’t admit her disappointment, even though he probably gleaned it anyway.

  The thrusts became frenzied, and the closer her orgasm approached, the more she panted, until she grew lightheaded. She buried her nails into Lyx’s hands, nipped his bottom lip, and whimpered as the climax slammed into her. Blackness narrowed her vision on Lyx’s orange eyes as the orgasm tore through her.

  Lyx groaned as his fiery seed burst inside her and a couple of thrusts later, Troz threw his head back and bellowed his release.

  For long seconds they remained in the tableau of lovemaking. Troz moved first, climbing onto the bed as Lyx withdrew from her achy body. Shifted to spoon with Troz, she lay in the aftermath attempting to catch her breath. Lyx faced her, settling his head on the pillow next to hers. Their gazes met, his eyes soft, his expression open.

  “You okay?” Lyx used two fingertips to remove hair from her damp cheek.

  I think so. “Yeah.”

  “Did we overwhelm you?” Troz buried his face into the curve where her shoulder and neck met.

  “A little.” But gawd, it was hot knowing Lyx was being used while he’d been using me. “You scared me a little too, Troz.” She was glad he was behind her so she didn’t have to look him in the eye when she said that.

  “I would never harm you.” Troz kissed her shoulder.

  Lyx’s silence unnerved her, and she wondered what thoughts traipsed through his head. Or maybe he was just picking through her thoughts and gauging her honesty.

  “My butt is still burning from the bigger butt plug.” She hoped it’d reached the limit of its size. “And it stung when you slapped my…between my legs.” She felt the blush spread across her cheeks.

  Lyx grinned. The first indication he listened and processed hers and Troz’s conversation.

  Troz reached around, cupped her chin and forced her to turn enough that she could meet his eyes. “I was in your skin the entire time. I knew how far I could push. I also felt how aroused the pussy spanking made you.” He caressed her jaw with his chin. “The bite of pain with sexual pleasure is much different than harming you. I’m not a sadist like Lyx, I don’t become aroused by delivering pain, but I will give it if it increases your pleasure.”

  Without any warning a hand delved between her thighs, and she whimpered, trying to escape the sensitive touch. But sandwiched between her men there was nowhere to go. She jerked as a fingertip located her clit and flicked across her.

  “Don’t move again.” Lyx spoke, verifying he was the one who teased her folds. “He used his hand to spank this gorgeous pussy.” Lyx’s fingertip circled her nub, and she whimpered at the extreme sensations. “It turned me on watching him smack your cunt. I get a turn.”

  She tried to push his hand aside, but Troz released her chin and caught her hands, anchoring them against her belly. She scrunched her eyes closed as his soft touch drew shudder after shudder from her.

  “Look at me.” After a deep br
eath, she turned her face toward Lyx and opened her eyes. “You disobeyed me by moving and trying to push my touch aside.” She opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off. “Don’t talk.”

  Her teeth clicked together.

  “You don’t want me touching you. I get it. You’re tiny, little clit has been over stimulated.” He tapped the nub in question, each rap wrenching a shudder from her. “I’ll punish you for disobeying.”

  Spankings. That’s how he said he issued punishment. With the dildo stuffed in her bottom, the pain would be twofold.

  “No. I won’t spank you.”

  He wouldn’t? That confused her.

  “Not this time. A different form of punishment will fit this offense better.”

  Oh, shit, why do I feel like I am in big trouble…and I’m not going to like this?

  “Troz, will you provide Sanja enough space so she can lie on her back?”

  Troz shuffled away from her, caught her shoulder, and rolled her to her back.

  “Spread your legs,” Lyx demanded.

  “I can’t. You’re both too close.” They were both pressed up against her side, much too near to follow his instructions.

  His gaze held hers, steady with the expectation of her cooperation. “Spread them by placing your legs on our hips.” Swallowing past the sudden dryness in her mouth, she complied, and he offered her a brief smile. “Good girl.” He cupped her folds with his palm and squeezed just a little. “I’ll use a flogger on this pussy very soon.”

  Moisture flooded from her body.

  He smirked, confirming he caught her reaction.

  Mortified by her unexplained arousal, she squinted her eyes closed. What is wrong with me? Pussy spankings are wrong, regardless if done with a hand or flogger. Kinky. Yet the idea aroused her. She’d been a freakin’ virgin in all ways until meeting them. But she couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed when Troz hurt her earlier and fucked her through the discomfort. The bite of pain had thrust her into a state she couldn’t explain, but in that moment she’d been free of all choices. It’d been like attaining nirvana.

  Choices. Ha! She hadn’t had a single choice since arriving here, and she liked that options had been taken from her. Somehow it increased her pleasure, left her free to experience the bliss rather than worry about receiving ecstasy in the ways she had.