He trembled.
She explored, loving his sleek skin, so fucking soft yet hard beneath the surface, his muscles bunching at her touch, his tight ring constricting. Paying no heed, she worked her little finger into the passage.
He panted. “Fuck.”
An invisible force pulled her off his shoulder and dropped her.
She fell gracelessly to the floor, or rather, stage.
He’d brought her to an area she could only describe as a coliseum. Benches ringed the circular space, row upon row rising toward the ceiling, all facing the platform in the middle. Romans had used similar structures to amuse and appease the public. Giving them blood sports starring gladiators or survivor-type games featuring lions and recalcitrant citizens who refused to praise Caesar.
She shivered. He couldn’t be planning to torture her here, teaching her a lesson she’d never forget.
Pushing to her knees, she had to make a run for it.
Wasn’t possible. Demons already filled the benches, servers at their feet or sprawled on their laps, most cheering. Whether it was for Vespar or her wasn’t apparent, but she bet only the servers cared about her fate. Except for Giselle. She had a ringside seat and drew her finger across her throat in a slashing motion.
Looking worried, Katie gave Megan two supportive thumbs-up.
This shit hadn’t been in the handbook.
Vespar snapped his fingers.
She froze, expecting a torture device to appear.
A large four-poster bed popped into existence, its silk linens black, gauzy red cloth trailing down the posts.
That didn’t make sense.
How could he torment her on a comfy mattress? Unless he planned to bring her close to orgasm, then stopped before she rode off into the sunset and repeated the act for hours, days, or longer, driving her nuts.
That would be hell.
And not something she’d run toward if she could avoid it. Demanding her own pleasure, she unsnapped his metal button, pulled down the fly, then yanked the leather to his knees.
His cock sprang out, hard and proud.
Glory be. He was ten inches, at least, and smelled divine. She buried her face in his thick, musky curls, not caring what rules she broke or how awful the resulting penalty would prove. Her heart turned over at his scent, heat, and sheer masculinity, making her crime worthwhile. Hands on his ass, she tugged him closer and nipped at his thatch, pulling those springy hairs between her teeth.
He laughed and then groaned and cupped her head to keep her close.
Not wanting to be anywhere else, she trailed kisses down his thick column to his plump crown. Pre-cum beaded on the tiny slit. She licked it away.
His legs wavered.
She shivered at his salty-sweet taste, the demon and angel within him combined, both incomparable. Faced with so much bounty, she didn’t want to choose which pleasure to indulge in first. His cock, balls, pelt… They each called to her.
At last, she licked the prominent vein winding up his shaft.
Air hissed through his teeth.
Lucky guy. She couldn’t pull in a decent breath, her excitement and desire too great. Having reached his cock’s root, she eased his dick aside and lapped his lightly furred ball.
He shouted.
Her tongue explored his nut, the short hairs virile to the extreme. She’d always been a balls fan, loving a man’s testicles. There was something decadent about the sac, so utterly male. It was also their Achilles’ heel, allowing women to steal some of their power.
She took his nut into her mouth.
Rapturous sounds exploded from him, his ass flexing beneath her palms. He sputtered something she didn’t understand. Possibly demon talk or a threat.
Didn’t matter. He could use his full power against her and he wouldn’t stop this. She’d fight to have these moments. Not only pleasuring him but her.
If she could have bottled his fragrance, she’d wear it as a shield to minimize the sulfur in here. If it had been possible to capture his passion, charm, and goodness, she would have favored it as a weapon against future crap.
She only had now, and had to make it matter.
Her mouth, lips, and tongue worshipped his ball, her suckles gentle, taking care with his precious sex. Since idle hands were the devil’s workshop, she sure as fuck didn’t want to fall into that trap. She cradled his cock and stroked it hard, as he would in her pussy, and then she worked her little finger into his anus.
He bounced in place, his knees sagging more than once and hitting her shoulders.
There wasn’t a chance in hell that would deter her. She kept pace with his wiggling, loving one ball and then the other.
Faint cheering and shouts pierced her erotic fog. Snarls joined them. Surely from Giselle.
Poor woman didn’t understand sex wasn’t about conquest but mutual satisfaction, offering everything and then delighting in what resulted in return. Only a purely selfless act could enchant and bind the other person to you. Threats and chains would never own that power.
Finished with his nuts, she took his cock into her mouth and opened her throat, allowing his length to slide in completely. Her nose touched his thatch.
He babbled something.
To her, it sounded like praise and a promise. That they weren’t strangers any longer, or boss and employee, demon and damned. They were simply a male and a female who required physical closeness.
She hoped an emotional connection would follow, enriching their time together, and did her best to please him. While sliding his dick in and out of her mouth, she also fondled his nuts, and probed his anus.
His hands clamped onto her shoulders.
If he was worried she’d stop, it wouldn’t happen. She swirled her tongue over the bumpy skin at his crown’s base, every guy’s nirvana.
A shout burst from him. He shivered and dug his fingers into her skin.
A little more pressure would hurt. For now, she kept at her task.
He swore, using oaths she knew and those she didn’t, then stepped back.
His cock fell from her mouth and hit her chin. Given his distance, she couldn’t keep her finger in his anus.
“Please don’t go.” Except for Andros, she’d never begged another guy but needed to with Vespar, wanting to maintain the link they’d forged no matter how slight their bond. In everything there had to be a first step before others followed. She edged closer, clasped his narrow hips, and lifted her face.
His eyes rolled back, complexion deepened, breathing quickened.
He paused to swallow, then sucked in more air.
She was no body language expert and didn’t have to be. He was a goner, liking this as much as she did.