by Marcel, Zoey
“Lie down on the table on your back,” he instructed. When she complied, he seated himself in a chair facing the naked, outstretched offering she was, “Be still while we eat.”
Her stomach growled when she smelled the tantalizing aroma of food. This was the second day she had gone without sustenance and it was making her weak and desperate. She flinched with a startled yelp when she felt slippery, piping-hot chicken flop onto her belly. “What are you doing?”
Jude jabbed her leg with a fork. He drew no blood, but the poke evoked an irritating pain where it made violent contact with her skin. “Furniture doesn't talk, you stupid table. Bitches.”
Two naked young women who were chained to one another by the manacles around an ankle of each of them approached with their heads bowed and their hands clasped behind their backs. One was petite and fair-skinned with hazel eyes. The other was olive-skinned and curvaceous with slanted, brown eyes. She looked Asian. Their heads were shaved and there was a word carved into each of their foreheads. The one said Hope and the other said Less.
Sonya was outraged. If she had harbored an intense dislike for Jude before, she absolutely hated him now for what he had done to those poor girls.
“Go prepare a nice hot bath for my friend and his property. Be sure to time the boiling water accordingly as you add each pot into the tub, so it stays nice and hot once it is finally full. Use your brains to figure out how. If my friend complains of cold or lukewarm water, one of you will be flogged senseless and the other will be fucked in the ass without lubricant,” Jude said. His eyes were cruel and demeaning as he looked at them.
“Yes, master,” they said in a united monotone. “Thank you for allowing us to serve you.”
“It is a privilege to do so, isn't it?” He sneered.
“Yes, master, the highest honor.”
Sonya burned with anger at the way he treated them. They looked so young and innocent. So broken and tormented. She wanted to kill Jude and send him to hell where he belonged.
She sucked in a breath of air when she felt a cold slab of butter being wiped onto her nipple by Nimbus' butter knife. He split his biscuit with an unmoved nonchalance as though eating his supper off of a nude woman was as commonplace as breathing. He swiped the knife in the butter; eyes flickering with bawdiness when the dull knife scraped her nipple, making her flinch and the nub tighten into a prominent peak from the sudden aggressive stimulation there.
“Acquired new slaves, have you, Jude?” Nimbus held her eyes as he licked the top of his biscuit as though it was the tit his knife just meddled with.
Her breast tingled with electric need over the dirty parallel, mouth salivating for the bread in his hands.
“As though you didn't know. They were a mild-mannered pair, so breaking them was quite easy. I have only had them two days and already I'm turning the prudes into my own little prostitutes. They are good slaves, but still shy when copulating. I won't be able to share them until I break them of that,” Jude said.
Sonya fought to be still when he set his biscuit atop her pubic curls. She wanted to seriously hurt him for messing those sweet ladies up so badly. He only had them two days and they obeyed his command as though it was sacred. They were bald, their skin engraved upon and branded. They each had the mark of a dragon on their left shoulder blade – the side closest to their heart. She shuddered, certain that the location of the scar was no accident. The dragons were a glaring red, their features disturbingly satanic.
Nimbus turned his attention to the warm chicken on her belly. Either it was cooling, or it had burned the skin on her tummy enough for her to tolerate the uncomfortable temperature. He took his knife and fork, cut the chicken a piece at a time slowly and then forked it into his mouth.
Sonya stiffened, eyes widening in panic. She felt the utensils graze her flesh lightly, not cutting her, but they could. What if his ruthless nature suddenly surfaced and he wanted to see her bleed? Or what if he simply sliced her by accident?
“I may be dishonest, but I will never hurt you unless you give me a reason to,” he told her while he ate. “I expect you to trust me even when you know I have the power to harm you very badly. Don't give me a reason to bring your worst fears to life and we won't have a problem. Understood?”
“Yes, master. I mean Nimbus.” What the hell was she doing? God was her master, not this devil. She hadn't meant to address him with such unmerited deference, but hearing those slaves call Jude by the formal title must have been lingering in her subconscious to the point that she slipped and called Nimbus by it.
His grin was pure evil and there was a dark edge to his gaze that sent a chill of vulnerability up her spine. “Master will do just fine.”
Her spirit fell in worry that he would treat her as disgracefully as Jude treated those slave girls of his. What would he do to her - besides the unspoken obvious?
Something wet and pungent splattered onto her forehead and trickled down into her hair tickling the skin in its wake.
“Oh, damn. I do believe I have spilled my sherry,” Jude complained, though he sounded thrilled to have soiled her hair with alcohol. She wondered if the supposed accident had been intentional. She wouldn't put it past the brute.
Nimbus winked at her while he spoke to Jude. “Don't worry; the table will wash.”
Sonya blushed. She had been bathed by Demornae, which wasn't half as bad as being scrubbed by the lecherous soul vampire, Jude, but god help her if Nimbus bathed her. It was bad enough he was seeing her without her clothes right now. If he touched her it would make her sick and probably break her heart in the process.
The men dined and conversed as though she wasn't even there. When they finished and Jude's slaves returned, he bid Nimbus farewell and mounted his two slave girls, forcing them to give him a piggyback ride out to his waiting carriage. They struggled under his weight. He was lithe and muscled, but the women were tiny so it proved a challenge, but they succeeded.
That was when Sonya realized she was alone with Nimbus; when burning anger became raw, unadulterated fear.
“Have you eaten today?” he asked.
Would he show her compassion now that they had the house to themselves, or would he only build upon the former ill treatment she had experienced these past two days? “Not since the night before last.”
His eyes were ambiguous, concealing his motives from her at present. “Are you hungry?”
It was a stupid question, but she had a feeling mockery was a bad idea right now. “Yes.”
“I will feed you, Sonya, but first you must feed me.”
She gulped nervously. “You already ate.”
“I'm not referring to that kind of hunger,” his husky timbre was scintillating as it bathed her flesh in erogenous flames. “Sit on my lap facing me. Straddle me.”
Her body trembled as she kept her face down and climbed into his lap, straddling him. The bulge in his trousers brushed her crotch as she situated herself.
“Lean back against the table,” he whispered.
Slick heat gathered in her slit and she flushed with shame at how arousing his voice was. She couldn't believe the seductive power in his face either.
He is a demon. He is a demon, her mind repeated and the label helped to stunt the slow birth of the ache in her pussy, but there was an enemy already living inside of her - an inner demon that was very much a part of her soul. Her heart opposed the knowledge in her mind with another truth that was equally as solid: But he used to be an angel – my angel.
“Now touch yourself,” he ordered.
She grimaced. “I have never done so before.”
He flashed her a sensual smile. “Would you like me to show you how it's done?”
“No, thank you. I will manage.” She rubbed the tender protrusion, surprised by how sensitive it was.
“Hold my gaze while you masturbate, you filthy girl. I want you to know whose gaze has you so inflamed with lust. I want the passion in my stare to scorch you with sexual heat until your
ripe, little cunnie oozes its cream for me.”
She blushed, eyes darting away in embarrassment.
He gently redirected her focus back to him. “Why don't you just admit that you are sexually attracted to me? That you have fantasized about sleeping with me for nearly as long as I have wanted to get my hands on you? You are so much better than any dream or fantasy I ever had of you.”
His admiration touched her, but the debauched way his eyes raked her body as though it were his property made her feel even more undressed, if that were possible.
She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her make herself climax. She closed her eyes and shook her body, groaning as though she were in the throes of abandon.
His eyes were a mixture of amusement and displeasure – a combination that rendered her uneasy. “How was it?”
“Very good,” she sighed. “Now may I eat?”
“You will eat upstairs.” He lifted her from his lap, hand clamped down tightly on her forearm as he carried a plate of food and led her upstairs into the master chamber.
The door closing and locking left her discouraged. Sonya tried to grab the plate, but he led her across the room and shoved her forward so she was bent over a bench. Her heart rate accelerated when he shackled her wrists in place. “What are you doing?”
“I’m punishing you for lying to me.” He retrieved the black walking cane leaning up against the wall. A silver carving of a dragon adorned the handle instead of the traditional balled top, “Do you really think an incubus can't tell the difference between a real orgasm and a fake one?”
A spike of fear leaped in her stomach. “I'm sorry.”
“Not yet you aren't.” He caressed her posterior with the cane.
The contact thrilled the nerves in her skin just below the surface of the wicked instrument. “I was just so hungry.”
“I know.”
She screamed in shock at the sudden strike of death on her backside. The merciless heat mingled with the biting pain and had her quivering in apprehension of another blow.
“Did that hurt?” His wry tone said he wore a smile from where he stood behind her.
Sonya was furious. The pain gradually lessened, but her globes felt tender and heated now. “Yes, it hurt, you vicious bastard.”
“Oh, good. I would have graduated you to the bullwhip if it didn't. I can't have you unresponsive to my touches no matter how passionate or violent.”
She wailed as the cane whacked her twice this time, once on each butt cheek. He would definitely leave marks on her. “Why?”
“Why not, little flower? Do you have any idea how titillating it is for me beating you like this? Or how lovely your taut, shapely ass looks when it’s blushing at my violent touch? Or how rouged your facial cheeks will be when I touch you intimately and bury myself in your virgin body? Tell me you don't want that.”
“To be beaten within an inch of my life?” She cringed. Why couldn't she silence herself? Her snide outbursts would only provoke him further.
He leaned forward and breathed carnal heat into her ear in a sizzling whisper. “Tell me that you don't want to join your body to mine.”
She shivered, stifling the gasp of desperation that threatened to rear its horny head under his indulgent tutelage.
He ran his hands up and down her plump arms and nuzzled her neck with his soft, yet scratchy stubble. Its punishing rasp was a guilty pleasure she relished even as it threatened to mark her face with its punishing trail. This sudden bout of cuddliness was sweet and endearing, summoning the spirit of romance from its dormant slumber.
Sonya couldn't be sure of anything in this drunken haze of sexual awakening, but it did seem like her head tilted into his and nuzzled back. Or maybe she was only doing that in her thoughts. She knew better in reality. Not that it was even a battle. She didn't want it. Resistance would be simple. Getting food in her belly again was looking to be a more challenging feat.
“Don't tell me you have never entertained the idea.” He nipped at the place where her neck and shoulder met.
She flinched at the light pinch, unable to believe the way her snatch dripped with delight because of him. It wasn't right, but it sure felt right feeling his skin against hers like she always wanted it to be. The balmy wash of his tongue loving on her left shoulder blade felt amazing.
“Do you know how many times I felt the sexual energy permeating off your curvy body, Sonya? Too many to count. I have masturbated and fucked other women to fantasies of you and the ones I sensed you had of me.”
She blushed at his knowledge and gasped when she felt his long, thick finger slip into her cleft and palpate the silken heat therein. “You shouldn't touch me like this.”
“Your body says I should. It’s crying out for liberation from everything lawful. I can sense how badly your cunt aches for consummation. I can hear your plump clitoris pounding in my head like the steady beating of an erotic drum. It says: 'Fuck me. Fuck me.' And I will, because it pleases me and because you want me to.”
Sonya jerked against her restraints, trying to shut out the sound of his steamy whispers and deny the unprecedented effect he had on her body. She was so aroused right now she was surprised she didn't burst into flames from the unbelievable heat he scorched her senses with. “No! I can't want this! I mean I don't! Let me go! I don't want you!”
His finger retreated from her quim and she was greeted by the sadistic old foe of his cane again. The impact felt brutal and twice as fierce as before, tearing a bloodcurdling scream from her throat.
“You are a bloody liar, Sonya! I like that, but I will not tolerate dishonesty from you, not toward me. Extend it to whomever else you wish, though. Now take your punishment like a good slave and stop protesting and cursing your master. You may scream for me, though. It sets my libido ablaze to hear your spine-tingling cries of suffering and desperation. You may thank me for the caning once I am through with you. Then I will feed you while we bathe...together.”
Oh, god. She would see him naked. He would touch her. She already knew this, but to hear him say it made her even more...
Nimbus reapplied the cane to her flaming ass cheeks making them throb with agony and bloom with hellfire. She could feel him leaving welts as he stole the cries from her. After a few blows she started to sob and begged him to stop. He delved her three more thrashings, which irritated the hell out of her, before brushing her raw, chafed buttocks with his fingers to soothe the tenderized flesh.
Sonya mewled in pain, her lidded eyes milking the tears. Her spirits lifted when he brought the plate of food over. He left her fettered but fed her by hand, first chicken and then biscuits and vegetables. She devoured the morsels like a ravenous beast; trying to ignore the private intimacy eating out of his hand was turning out to be. The way he played with her hair while feeding her and cooed softly to her wasn't helping her despise him any easier. She could only imagine what was going through his deviant mind right now.
***
Nimbus was enthralled by the exotic beauty stripped bare for his wandering eyes. He licked his lips when he thought of her body open to his will while she was bound for his pleasure and forced to take the unforgiving penalty of being caned.
She looked utterly stunning with her hooded eyes and the delicious way her rose petal-soft lips brushed his cupped palm while she ate from his hand. She resembled an animal eating with her face practically shoved into her food and completely dependent on him to give it to her like she was his personal pet. Oh, but she was. Just what sort of pet he hadn't yet decided. He would observe her submissive habits once he tamed her and decide which category she best fit into. Tamed was probably too mild a word. Sonya was a fighter and would inevitably have to be broken into the eventual, pliable state of absolute surrender. Oh, but what a sweet, rewarding victory it would be once that treasured day finally came.
He never had a personal slave before. Many of the demons and vampires did for sport and sometimes out of vengeance on a particular soul who had r
ubbed them the wrong way, or jilted them at some point. Nimbus had punished and taken advantage of the services of some of their slaves and pets, but he hadn't really considered human companionship outside of his sexual needs as an incubus. Truth be told, he felt it was the only thing they were good for. Aside from that they were dumb cattle, easily led astray and distracted by whatever diversion was thrown in their way. It proved a good deal of fun to watch, but he didn't want to commune with the fools.
Besides, human beings were made in the image of God. He hated that about them. He had become quite hideous looking in his demonic form as had the other fallen angels after being cast out of heaven. The only time they appeared beautiful again was when they took on human form in a premeditated disguise, or possessed someone.
Sonya was different. He didn't despise her God-given beauty, he worshiped it. Granted the wings irked him. They had to go. She looked too much like an angel with them. At least if they were removed he could have the illusion that she was human now. Then again, pretending likely wouldn't be enough. Deep down he would always know she was still an angel, even if her compromises had significantly weakened her in the process.
The only way he would ever be truly satisfied would be to take her down with him and soil her innocence. He would make her a demon like him. He would never be able to get her to blatantly renounce her allegiance to God, even if she already had in a sense.
That only left the act of mating with her and eventually claiming her as his blood mate. He would get to that eventually, maybe even sire a son with her if he felt so inclined, but for now he would revel in her helpless, weakened state and how satisfying it was to destroy her purity and watch her defenses crumble until his deadly assault on her began to take effect on her body and soul. He would make her crave the sinful, binding union he wanted with her.
Nimbus salivated for her mouth. He had to know what Sonya tasted like. How hot and wet her mouth would feel wrapped around his shaft while she performed fellatio on him. He wanted to fuck her throat and make her swallow his semen, to stretch her vaginal tissues to accommodate his generous length and girth. He would will her luscious body to open and she would be powerless to do otherwise. He would spray his seed into her submissive womb and utilize his masculine power over her - the power to create life with a beautiful woman - the power to change her body simply because of having sex with her - the power to combine his entity and hers into an heir to their own personal legacy, someone to carry on their ambitions and vengeance.