Devil's Dance

by Scarlett Sanderson

  Jesus Christ, she needed him. The sensitive flesh between her thighs throbbed as wildly as her pulse. She had an ache that only Luc being inside her could cure.

  Just as needy, Luc's hands worked on the zipper of her slacks. When they pooled around her ankles, he gripped her shoulders roughly and turned her to face the door. Lifting her arms above her head, he slapped her palms against the wood and placed his own hands over hers.

  "Not yet.” He licked her skin just beneath her earlobe. She shuddered. “I love how you taste.” He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. “I love how you smell, like jasmine and vanilla.” Again, he nipped at her collarbone. “I need you, Tessa.” He fixed his lips onto the pulse beating in her neck and sucked.

  Tessa whimpered. Heat coursed through her, coiling in her pussy. One rational thought managed to slip through the haze. “No marks."

  He smiled. The movement of his lips like feather light kisses on her skin.

  "Mine, Tessa. I want people to know you're mine.” His fingers linked with hers on the door. “Tell me what you want."

  She turned her head slightly and captured his lips passionately as he leaned down to meet her halfway. Their tongues dueled in a feral mating dance. “I want you to fuck me."

  Luc slammed into her from behind, his cock filling her to the hilt. For a moment, her world froze, the haze of desire lifted and everything swam sharply into focus. His breath tickling the nap of her neck, his strong calloused fingers entwined with hers, their bodies joined.

  "Move.” It was more of an order than a plea, and she was surprised at how steady her voice sounded.

  He pulled out of her slowly, slowly, until only the tip of his cock remained inside. The feather light stroke drove her crazy. It did nothing to ease the ache. Her pussy clenched, needing something more.

  Tessa clenched her teeth and growled. “Not like this."

  He knew what she wanted. Tessa knew he needed the same thing, she could feel it in the fine sheen of sweat that covered his body, in the way his cock thrummed inside her. He was forcing her to ask. “How?"

  She licked her dry lips and turned away. She didn't want him to see her blush. None of her other lovers had asked her to be so forthright with what she needed. Perhaps it was why sex hadn't been enjoyable. Until now.

  "Rough. I want you to be rough."

  His teeth bit down on the soft skin of her shoulder. He pushed back into her roughly, with enough force to slam her body against the door.

  They found a rhythm. Hard, fast, desperate. Each giving and taking. She matched his intensity, rocking her hips against his, riding his cock. Sweat dripped from his body onto hers. She didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of his body.

  Luc drove inside her, stroking a delicate spot with the head of his cock, and she moaned. Still, it wasn't enough friction.

  She swallowed hard. “Almost. Almost."

  Tessa guided his hand between her thighs. As his nimble fingers worried her clit, her body tightened. Her pussy throbbed; the friction from his cock and his fingers was too intense. Dropping her head to her chest, she choked out his name. Her orgasm washed over her, and Tessa's world went blank.

  She shuddered around him, and Luc pumped into her a few more seconds, murmuring words of affection before he followed her over the edge. Hot jets of cum splashed against her womb. Her heart pounded. Her walls clamped around his cock, holding him inside. Her body refused to let him go. Tiny aftershocks of pleasure still zinged in her pussy, wrenching small mewling sounds from her throat.

  Luc slumped against her. Her pussy clenched and released, clenched and released. He managed to smile. Tessa was well and truly fucked. If he had the energy he might have teased her. But this wasn't a time for teasing. His labored breathing matched hers, his heart beat wildly, pumping blood to his muscles. His body was alive in a way he'd never experienced before.

  He kissed her neck. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?"

  Chapter Seven

  "I want you to come to a special party with me."

  Wrapped in Luc's arms, Tessa nuzzled his bare chest. She lay cocooned in the afterglow of great sex. Her bed was warm and comfy, more so with Luc in it. Over the past week he'd shown her tons of sexually enticing delights. Just the thought of them made her body burn.

  "What kind of party?” She placed a tender kiss on his chest before propping up on one elbow to stare at his handsome face. It still floored her how devastating he looked when he smiled. Her heart never failed to miss a beat, and her nipples tightened to the point of pain.

  Tessa was falling in love. She didn't want to think about what would happen in one week when their agreement ended. Although Luc hadn't voiced his feelings, the ‘arrangement’ was affecting him, too. He spent every night in her bed, every morning at her breakfast table.

  She combed her fingers through the fine thatch of hair on his chest. She didn't know. For once she was living the moment. Consequences be damned.

  "It's a private party. Just a few people I know.” Luc ran his hand up and down her arm. “It's a BDSM thing. Like I said, a private one, so it's discreet.” He tilted her chin upward. “I want you to go as my slave."

  If it was that simple, why did he look so serious? Being a slave had never appealed. It was one thing she'd tried to avoid; one reason she'd stayed away from the BDSM clubs. Yet his request sent slithers of excitement through her. His slave had a nice ring to it.

  "Why do I feel like there is a huge catch?"

  "It's not as simple as it sounds. First real public outing. There are gonna be certain expectations of me, of us. I just don't want you to feel pressured into something you're not ready for.” He captured her hand and placed a tender kiss on her palm.

  Her body reacted to his touch. Jolts of electricity surged from the nerve endings in her fingertips down to her toes. Her body heated. Her heart did a strange flip-flopping beat. She was falling for Luc Campbell big time. Sure, Dominants and submissives could have loving relationships, but this was ... more.

  "It's okay, Luc. I know I'm supposed to act like a good little submissive.” She rolled on top of him, straddling his waist. “And I promise I will.” She made a cross sign over her heart. “Scout's honor."

  A few weeks ago, Luc asking her to be his slave would have resulted in a huge argument, one involving broken dishes and raised voices. Now things had changed. She no longer experienced feelings of fear and insubordination. Tessa knew she was his equal in every way that mattered. She knew he valued her as an intelligent, independent woman. He taught her sexual submission was completely different from a twenty-four/seven relationship. If he wanted her to be his slave at a party, if he wanted to be with her in public, she could do nothing but agree. She found the whole idea exciting.

  He grabbed her hips, jerking her forward, and she yelped. She fell on top of him, and he flipped them over, changing their position so he was in the dominant spot. On top.

  "You were never a scout. Not even a girl scout."

  Tessa batted her eyelashes. “And how would you know?"

  "Because I know you, Doctor Connolly.” He captured her lips in a passionate kiss. “I know exactly what you need, when you need it."

  Naked hips brushed against hers. She could feel his cock harden. Her pussy heated, and moisture slithered between her thighs.

  "I know when you want to be restrained. I know when you need to come. I know when you need for me to fuck your pretty, tight, wet pussy.” Luc punctuated each statement with an erotic slide of his hips.

  Skin still slick from previous mind-blowing sex sessions, they slid together easily. The head of his cock brushed against her clit, adding a delicious amount of friction. He pinned her wrists to the bed and thrust deep inside her throbbing sheath. His cock was hard and hot inside her pussy. He stretched her inner walls; the feeling of fullness was mouth-watering.

  Tessa groaned, raising her hips to meet his. He added just the right amount of pressure on her wrists. Teetering on the edge of the pleas
ure/pain threshold only excited her more. Luc was right; he knew her needs more thoroughly than she knew herself. Surprisingly, it worked both ways. She knew how to touch him, how to arouse him to the point of pain, but she also knew how to make him laugh, how to soothe him. Surely that constituted as something more than a business arrangement?

  He thrust into her with long, drawn out strokes. Her body burned. Her nipples were tight little pebbles. His chest rubbed against them, abrading the delicate skin, causing fissions of pain to course through her. She gasped. His leisurely pace shattered her concentration. It was amazing how he could do that.

  She met him stroke for stroke, until they finally came together, his seed pumping hot streams into her womb. She clung onto his shoulders, dug her fingernails into his skin. The sensations of their combined orgasms made her want to scream with satisfaction.

  His body collapsed on top of hers, but she didn't mind his weight. She enjoyed it. She ran her fingertips up and down his muscular back, tracing the contours. She reveled in her own power when he shivered. She really loved his body.

  He nuzzled her collarbone. “So you still want to go to that party?” His words were muffled, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

  Tessa laughed. “How can I say no after that?"

  * * * *

  "Well, it's certainly...” Tessa raked her gaze over the flimsy material of the outfit Luc had purchased for her. “Interesting."

  When he said he'd pick her clothes for the party, she'd expected leather. Never in her wildest dreams could she have conjured up this outfit. He called it a ‘submissive slave princess’ costume, specially tailored for parties like this one.

  The outfit was comprised of a bustier gown, with a brown skirt. The bustier was gold-toned with a halter neck, lace-up sides and underwire cups that pushed her breasts up to Everest proportions, leaving her nipples on display. The skirt had numerous slits, and the material was so opaque everyone would see her underwear. If he'd given her underwear.

  Luc held up the dress and swept a glance over her body before offering her the material. “We have an hour or so before we need to leave. Go put it on."

  Tessa knew it wasn't a request. It was another step on the ladder of submission. Insubordination would only result in punishment. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of showing her defiance. She lifted her chin. Slowly, she reached out and took the dress. He smiled, and she resisted the urge to bob her tongue in his direction.

  "Do I get to wear underwear with this, Master?” She couldn't stop the biting tone from creeping into her voice.

  Luc raised an eyebrow. “Do you need punishing, slave? We have time for a spanking."

  Her mouth watered at the image. She'd always had a wild fantasy of him dressed in leather, spanking a paddle across her soft ass cheeks. In fact, she had some sort of leather fetish, especially where Luc was concerned. She sighed. “Not right now. I have to work out how to get my breasts into those cups."

  He gave her a self-satisfied grin. “I'm your dom, it's my job to take care of all those li'l things for ya."

  Tessa rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks.” She headed for the stairs. “Oh, one more thing. What are you wearing?"

  He rummaged around in the various shopping bags scattered over the couch. Pulling out a pair of pants, he held them up for inspection.

  Tessa gripped the banister for support. Her mouth gaped, and she was sure drool dribbled from her open mouth. He held in his hands a black pair of leather pants, complete with lace-up sides and crotch.

  Yowser.

  "Does it meet with your approval?"

  It took a few minutes to get her mind out of the gutter and her mouth to function enough to speak. “You are soooo wearing those when we get home."

  Turning on her heel, she ran up the stairs, Luc's laughter following her every step.

  * * * *

  The party was set in an average upscale town house. Whatever she'd expected, it wasn't this. Luc was changing her expectations of the whole BDSM scene. In fact, Luc was changing her expectations on a lot of things.

  She'd started out willing to explore her submissive streak. What she found was a man she cared deeply about, and a situation she had no idea how to resolve. Should she tell Luc she cared for him? The indecision was eating her alive.

  "Ready?” Luc gave her arm a gentle squeeze.

  Tessa stared up at the town house, marveling at its ordinary façade. She shivered. He'd allowed her the small courtesy of wearing a slim, black thong. Underneath the thin shawl her nipples were bare, hard points. She didn't want to think about the number of people in attendance. She only hoped she wasn't the only ‘submissive’ on display.

  She nodded and managed to give Luc a small smile, swallowing the knot of apprehension lodged in her throat.

  As they entered the house, the husky tones of the rock singer Chris Cornell wafted through the air. People milled around, drinking, talking. It was like any normal party if you ignored the outfits and the people walking around attached to collars and leashes.

  "Remember, you're a submissive tonight. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. No arguments."

  He turned to her, his green eyes boring into hers. He looked lethal, dangerous, commanding and dominant. She was glad he'd allowed her to wear panties. Cream flowed from her pussy, and Tessa was left in no doubt about her sexual attraction to a dominant, Alpha male.

  He eased the shawl from her shoulders, baring her breasts to the cool air. She hissed as her nipples tightened.

  Luc ran his palm down her arm. “You are mine, Tessa. Don't ever forget that."

  Stunned at the conviction and passion in his voice, she shook her head. “I won't."

  Taking her hand, he led her through the small crowds. Tessa stared. She couldn't help it. There were a variety of people in an assortment of costumes. Just like Inferno, there was a lot of leather.

  One submissive female wore a halter bra and leather panties. Her puffy peach nipples were exposed to her master's touch. Every few seconds he pinched them, and a look of pure rapture appeared on Halter Woman's face. Her jaw slackened and her eyes closed.

  "Why, Luc, darling, what have you brought us this evening?"

  Luc stopped. His hand tightened around Tessa's. “Lydia, you know I always bring y'all something tasty."

  Luc blocked her view. He leaned down, and Tessa heard the smack of kisses on the woman's cheeks. She resisted the urge to growl. She narrowed her eyes and tried to get a glimpse of the woman attached to the voice. Luc had reverted back to his heavy Texas twang, and Tessa wondered if it was part of the game play or if he did it to charm the ladies.

  The woman, Lydia, clucked her teeth, and Tessa wished Luc wasn't so damn broad.

  "Let me introduce you."

  He finally stepped out the way, and she got a good look at Lydia. The woman was a tall, knockout redhead. Legs up to her ass, perky round breasts encased in a sexy midnight blue corset, long curly auburn hair and dazzling green eyes. Tessa hated the woman on sight.

  Luc pulled her forward. “Lydia, I'd like you meet my new partner, Tessa."

  Lydia eyed her up and down, lingering on her nipples. Tessa fought the urge to shift her feet, her cheeks heating with embarrassment and fury.

  "Well, she is a tasty thing.” Lydia stroked Luc's arm intimately. “But you haven't had her long."

  Luc raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?"

  "She still has that ... defiant look in her eye."

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Sugar, you know that'll change."

  Tessa wouldn't have thought it possible, but Lydia blushed. Oh yeah, she really hated this woman. A scathing comment lingered on the edge of her tongue. She stopped herself from speaking it out loud. This was Luc's night. She would be what he needed. And he needed her to be quiet.

  A blond man crawled up to Lydia. He nuzzled her ankles and offered up a metal chain attached to a satin collar tied around his neck. Her gaze never left Luc's, but Lydia reached down, to
ok the leash and patted the blond guy's head. “This is my latest. Gorgeous, isn't he?"

  Tessa shuddered. She could never be reduced to that level of submission. To her it was humiliation. Degradation didn't appeal to her on any level, let alone sexually.

  "He's certainly something."

  Excusing themselves, Luc led them to a quiet corner. He sat in a plush, white leather chair and pulled her into his lap. “You doing okay?"

  She wanted to scream, shout and tell him no, she wasn't okay. But she was. A little embarrassed and a little horny at walking behind him as he wore those delectable pants. The leather cupped his ass cheeks, making his rear look pert and biteable. Apart from that, she was fine. She'd come a long way in such a short time, partly due to Luc's steadfast influence. Tessa's heart swelled with pride at her own achievement.

  She fixed him with an intimate smile and leaned down, whispering in his ear, “I know you're supposed to be the master, and I'm the good little submissive, so I guess I can't feel your cock through those pants?"

  Luc growled, his hands tightening on her body. “You, my girl, are in for a spanking when we get home."

  She loved the thrill of anticipation, more so with Luc. He was exciting, enticing, sensual and seductive. In one week, their arrangement would come to an end. Tessa couldn't imagine being without him.

  "Luc, great to see you again. And what do we have here? You found a little something to wet your appetite again?"

  Tessa looked up into the eyes of a dark haired man. His smile wasn't sexy, it looked predatory.

  "Nick, good to see you again.” From the forced joviality of Luc's tone, Tessa doubted this was true.

  "We were beginning to think you'd given up the scene for good. What's it been, almost a year?"

  Luc nodded. “Sure has."

  Nick's gaze swung to Tessa's breasts. His tongue snaked out to touch his upper lip, making her cringe. “Always the best for you. Although, would you be willing to share this one like the last? I remember how she squealed and begged for more when I fucked her."