Livvy's Devil Dom Page 3

  Livvy waited for more.

  Instead, he closed the distance she'd put between them and began to nuzzle her neck. Tingles and spirals of heat radiated out from where he touched, and her clit clenched in an effort to direct the erotic stings towards it.

  "Right," she said. "Let's stop buggering about." She giggled at the speculative look that came into his eyes. "No, we're not even going to go there—argh, that so doesn't sound right." Damn, I've forgotten the Sirring bit again.

  Sael laughed openly, and even though she felt ready to thump him again, and was worried about what was might happen, and—Oh shit. To her dismay, her knickers were more than damp—how many times could that happen before they were wrecked?—and her clit throbbed in time to the tiny erratic pulse in her neck. A wave of heat suffused her body, and the muscles in her pussy sent a new gush of arousal to coat her thighs. However Livvy found herself able to laugh with him, as the tears streamed down her face.

  "Oh, Livvy-love, let's go there. Anytime," he said, as his eyes twinkled, and blue and silver lights shot from them. Sparks of fire glowed in their depths, and she'd swear she saw a rainbow flash overhead.

  "Stop it." She wiped her eyes and sobered up. "No, thank you, Sir. No appeal to me." Liar, liar… She blocked that thought out, just in case he'd tuned into her like he said he could. “So, you have parents? Who come from a planet behind Orion? And?"

  "You don't mean it, you know, about the buggering. You love it, really."

  She lifted her hand, and the fire in his eyes seemed to reach out to her. Livvy lowered it hastily, and he rewarded her with a smile.

  "Good girl. Be warned, though. I will remember that, and you will pay for it later. Now, where was I? Yes, okay, explanations now and fucking later. I get you. Well, it's a story that is so familiar to me, I forget I need to spell it out. And to be honest, I thought you'd realized what was going on from our activities this last year."

  "No." She was going to make him explain everything. "Start at the beginning, and don't stop until the end."

  He raised one eyebrow.

  "Um, please, Sir." She'd get the hang of this Sirring if it killed her.

  "If you don't it'll more than likely kill me, pet. Yes, I read your mind. Deal with it. Remember who's in charge, my love. You can say what you want, but each infraction will be remembered and recorded in here." He tapped his head. "And we'll resolve them as is right and proper later. Okay."

  He stared. Livvy looked away first. The idea of resolution intrigued, excited, and scared her.

  "Yes, Sir." Every time she said it, it got easier.

  His tone changed from seductive and commanding to brisk and businesslike.

  "My name is Sael De Laphouresse. In human age, I'm thirty-five. On Saffaul? Add thousands. I come from a long line of Saffaulian Rulers. We control the Devils within the recess of a person's soul. Each of us has a soul we take care of, cherish, nurture, and eventually live within. Once, many eons ago, we ruled all Devils, both the Devils Within and the Inner Devils. Two types of Devils, light and dark, good and bad. Sadly, not everyone chooses to have a good Devil within them. For centuries of your world's time, we tempered the good with the bad. Managed to keep peace and harmony both on Saffaul and Earth. Now, until we reach the age of Saffaulian maturity, we guard our chosen soul from afar. The elders will do all that is necessary if any human needs Saffaulian help. This is our way. Once we are mature, we begin our life's work. If the rulers decide that both our soul and we are ready, we move in. Then, after we show our human how we need to interact, we appear. Take charge—"

  "By fucking?" She interrupted him with a sweet—and innocent—grin.

  "I distrust that look, love. And be warned, if you don't stop butting in, I'll show you how effective a ball gag is. Remember? You shouted blue heaven, and I had to explain the traffic light system. Red, ‘no not now’, orange, ‘hold on let's talk about this’, and green is ‘go, go, go, all is goooood’. Then well, after I knew I had to slow down, I sort of made you forget all that. Now we need to get up to speed, so it's traffic lights, okay? And we can always try the gag again."

  Livvy was darned sure she was the color of the walls, and they were pale grey. That was something she hadn't remembered. "Er no, thank you. Red then."

  He laughed. "Oh Livvy-love, you're so transparent. How can you call red when your cream coats your legs and you're so wet you want to make yourself come? Oh, and you're not to do that, unless I say so. Accept it."

  Sael waited until at last she gave a brief nod. Then he smiled, damn him. He knew she'd do as she agreed.

  "Thank you, pet. To continue then this has worked for all time. We are born, lead Saffaulian lives, learn our history and our future. Always, humans are given the choice between good and bad. Most choose good, and this caused problems." His eyes darkened, and Livvy could see how troubled he was.

  She almost leaned over and kissed him. Almost. "Carry on."

  "The Inner Devils rebelled. Left Saffaul and began to do The Devil's work here on Earth, and for more time than any human could comprehend, there was war between the Inner Devils and the Devils Within. Yes I know it sounds complicated. That's half the problem. When some people choose, they get our names mixed up. The Inner Devils wanted to use their souls for evil, while we wanted to protect ours. For we, you understand, do not make pacts with The Devil. We bring peace of mind, happiness, and sexual satiation. If allowed. The downside is that to allow us to live in the body that belongs to us, the owner of that body has to totally and utterly give themselves to their Devil. Knowingly. If they refuse, after it has been offered to that person openly, with all facets explained, it gives an Inner Devil a chance to take over and rule. Which is so not good news, believe me!"

  No, and neither is his stupid thought that my body belongs to him. And as for coming in my ass? He can bugger off, not in. What? Never, ever, ever. Not there.

  "Oh, yes, there. You have such a sweet ass, perfect for me, and you love that sweet sting. Your cries of arousal are perfect. However, that's for later. Oh, yes, it is."

  He stopped her with an imperative wave of his hand, as she was about to rush into speech. She shut her mouth and glared at him.

  "You might need to temper those icy stares a bit. No one will believe I'm all and everything to you, if you keep freezing me out like that. However, when you remember your sweet subservient 'yes, Sirs' it’s a start. Saffaul demands instant obedience. I'm not quite so dictatorial, although, I confess, I can have my moments. However, when it comes to sex, I am in charge."

  Livvy stayed silent. It was either that or commit major, painful violence. He seemed to interpret her silence as agreement. "Good girl."

  Patronizing git. She still stayed silent, though.

  As he'd talked, he'd paced the room. Now, he nodded and sat down in a seat near—but not too near, fortunately—her. When she'd decorated this room, she hadn't realized just how erotic it could be. The swirls of grey, mauve, and silver in the curtains shimmered in a rich, silky splendor. The cushions were big and squashy, perfect to sit, or put your head on. The carpet, thick and soft, invited you to stretch out on it. The bed had metal ornately carved head and footboards, and the seat, now occupied by the man from her dreams, was deep, and wide enough for two people to squash into. Looking at it now, she suddenly thought how perfect the carved arms would be for tying something, or someone to.

  Where did that come from? With a sinking feeling, Livvy thought that chair seemed designed with him in mind.

  "So, let me try to get this straight," she said. "Last year, I somehow unleashed my Inner Devil?" Humor him. She smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring, "Oh, I believe all you're saying" manner.

  "No." His fangs appeared again.

  "No? And put your fangs away. It's rude to flash in public."

  He growled, but to Liv's relief, the fangs began to disappear.

  "So?" She prompted. "If I didn't do that, what did I do?"

  "Released the Devil Within. Like I've t
old you, that's something quite different. You have either-or, not both. Be glad you have me. I'm one of the good guys. That's why you need to save me. And incidentally, save yourself."

  He seemed to be waiting for her to answer. She obliged. After all if she needed to make a report to the authorities she had to know just what she was reporting.

  There's a man who says he's my good devil wanting me to do all sorts of weird and wonderful things. He say's he's from another planet. Yeah, sounds about right, eh?

  "Now, in words of one syllable, what else are you going to hit me with? And not your hand on my ass, either." However much I like the idea of that. "I've had the name, address, and occupation. Reality and dreams. Is that everything? Tell me. So at the end, I know whether to lock myself in the loo and ring for the police, and say there's a nutter here, give you a glass of water and a chance to cool down, or run screaming to my mum. Or realize I'm as crazy as you are, and I believe everything you're saying."

  "None of the above. Accept we're both sane, and this is our destiny."

  Livvy shook her head. "You make me accept our sanity, and not by coercion, either. Words, not actions. Tell, not show."

  "Spoilsport." He seemed to have found his humor again. "I was always told actions speak louder than words." He winked and grinned. The words "wicked, evil grin" must have been coined especially for him.

  "Not in this case, buster. Spill." His eyes widened. Livvy groaned. How the hell could he read innuendo into everything she said? "The beans. Tell me everything else."

  "So, are you sitting comfortably?" The oft-spoken words of childhood made her smile. She nodded. Well, as best I can with a sore ass. He chose to ignore that thought, she decided.

  "So, I'll begin." He beckoned to her and grinned. "Well, continue, but hey, I have to keep those words. Reminds me of my childhood. Human tales before bed. You get fairy tales. We had human ones. Now, I need you beside me. Come here."

  Was that a command or a request?

  "Either or, as long as you do it."

  "Stop reading my mind," Livvy said indignantly.

  "Stop making me," he said unrepentantly. "Or you'll have an even sorer ass. One you won't want to sit on for a week. Just do as I comm—er, ask without the arguments, verbal or not."

  Livvy stared at him.

  He sighed. "Livvy, accept this now, or we stop. Take it as an order, a demand, command, whatever. Just do it. Or I'll think you want your sweet ass red and glowing for me. Believe me now. I'm happy to oblige you. So?"

  She smiled at him, and tried to keep her face blank and her mind empty. Let him wonder. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to where he sat. When she reached him, he pulled her down onto his lap. Livvy let him settle her, interestingly with no hard cock pressed against her, demanding entrance.

  "That's for later. No, you didn't think it. I felt your wriggle," Sael murmured into her ear. "I have pledged my oath to my elders that I won't use sex to bind you. So, are you ready?"

  In spite of herself, Livvy was interested. So was her body, dammit. Her pussy clenched, getting damp and hot. "Right, so why then? That night, last year of—er—"

  "Hot, sweaty, and bloody good sex?" he said. "It happened because your body was ready. Unknown to you, you'd been sending me messages for ages. You were bored, unfulfilled, and ripe for something else. So, you were ready for me, for our beginning. Our council told me it was time for me to be in you, and show myself to you. On our very first night together, as I watched you come for me, and you watched my cum drip and spurt all over you, I knew. Our time was about to begin. My chance of life was there if I could show you what we could be."

  Chance of life? Melodramatic or what?

  "So, all these dreams I've had?" She suspected she knew the answer.

  "Weren't dreams. They were our reality, Liv. You and me. Our chance to be. My chance to live. Each semen stain, each mine-mark represented one more step toward your acceptance of me, of us. The sticking point is I am allowed only one year to demonstrate to you what can be. Thirteen Devil moons, and then, we need to show."

  "Eh?" Did he mean what she thought he meant? "Elucidate. Slowly."

  Chapter Three

  "Oh, come on, Liv." His fangs ran out briefly before they retracted. "You know what the fuck I mean."

  "I'm scared I do." Liv said faintly. Shit, what next? "Can we forget the Sir stuff for a sec, and you spell it out for me anyway?"

  His face closed up, and he sighed. "Okay, you asked for it." He tightened his arms around her. It was as if the very air was holding its breath. "Look at the wall." He put his hands on her cheeks and directed her face in the direction of the long wall.

  "What do you see?"

  Livvy looked. It was her wall. Prepared, primed, and painted all by her. But just a plain, light grey wall, not even a picture on it. Hold on, there had been a picture. A scene of the mountains from her window. Where the hell was it?

  "I took it down. We need a blank canvas. Look." His arm tightened around her again, and Livvy leaned back into his warmth. "Watch, and ask questions later."

  The wall changed color, and a flickering appeared, then slowly steadied.

  Oh my God! Am I really seeing this?

  "You are," Sael said. He hugged her closely to him. "Not us, but what is expected of us. Can you? Will you?”

  That was the question. She closed her eyes for a second, and then looked away, to stare at the carpet. The million dollar, over the top question. "I don't know," she said shakily. "That's baring more than your soul. With a vengeance."

  She gulped as Sael stroked her cheek, and lifted her head to look at the wall once more and watch a story of sex, love, and acceptance unfold. In front of an audience. That might be all well and good when it wasn't her in the spotlight, Livvy thought as she watched an unknown woman accept a man in every way possible.

  Well, actually, no, it's not all well and good. It's not acceptable no matter who it is. Not to me, anyway. I can't think of anything worse. Hell, I don't even like wearing a bikini on the beach. And that woman is happy to let other people see her like that. What is she, for God's sake?

  "My mother," Sael said softly. "She said if anyone had to do the 'how to' video, it had to be her. Although she is not human, but a pure Saffaulian, she said no human should go through what a Saffaulian had not experienced. She is with my father, her love since she was but sixteen years of age."

  "So, how come some of you choose humans and others don't?" Livvy said, interested in his explanation and trying not to look at the wall.

  Sael smiled, flicked his hand, and paused the video. "We do not choose; you choose. Humans make their unconscious demand, and we are picked by our council to be part of someone they think we fit. Then we appear to you, and you have to decide what happens next."

  Livvy was appalled. "So in effect, they are maybe condemning you to death?"

  He shook his head. "No, our human is the one who does that. Now watch." The action on the wall started again.

  Livvy watched the scenes unfold. How she wished she could turn away, demand it turned off. But she knew she owed it to Sael to watch. Apart from the fact that with each scene, each act, she felt herself grow hotter, wetter, and more ready. It both worried her and embarrassed her.

  What the hell does that make me? Feeling like this as I watch something like that? I'm wet and wanting, and not just Freddie either.

  When the woman—shit, that's his mother I'm looking at—opened her ass and welcomed a hot, hard cock into it, Livvy winced. Never, never in a hundred years.

  "Oh yes, my love." Sael watched at her. "Many, many times. Give me leave to remind you, to show you."

  Oh no, not now, maybe not ever. This was one area she was sure he wasn't telling the truth about. He had to be lying again when the picture moved to the woman sucking a very impressive cock, and he said, "You love doing that."

  No, not ever. Livvy shuddered. So not her thing.

  "It is, you know." Sael nipped her ear. "You told me, tha
t until this year, you never knew why people liked caviar. Now you understand, and it's your favorite appetizer."

  Livvy closed her eyes and shuddered. Oh shit, that was so true. Until this last year, the thought of caviar made her want to throw up. Now? That strange, fishy, and yes, semen taste, made her hot, horny, and ready for sex. Was that why she ordered caviar at every opportunity?

  Sael nipped her ear again. "Of course it is. When you eat caviar, it reminds you of eating me, drinking my cum. Now watch. You need to see this."

  Obediently Livvy opened her eyes, looked back at the screen, and knew she went white. The man opened his mouth to show his impressive fangs and incisors, moved to the woman's breast, and bit.

  ****

  Sael watched as Livvy curled her hand over her breast. Did she not realize just how much too late that gesture was? Already his marks grew. Each time he sucked and nipped it went a little deeper, until now she was ready for that final bite. If she damn well cooperated. He kept his eyes on her face. He knew quite well what she was about to see might well send her screaming from the room, and doing all those dire things she had thought of earlier. His role as her Dom might end before it really got started, and that would be a pity. Sael could never damn his heritage, but at times—such as now—he could wish it wasn't so different from hers.

  She swayed, and he held her close. Livvy moved restlessly, and his cock, never patient at the best of times, started to show its annoyance at being ignored and began to swell. He clamped ruthlessly down on his arousal and concentrated on Livvy. She looked aghast.

  "If for one moment you think I'm going to stand in front of hundreds of people and let you do all that to me, then, then, offer myself up for them to have a taste, you've lost your marbles"

  "I'm the only one who'd bite you love, right at the end. The Devil Bite cements us as a couple, puts the seal on our relationship." He lowered his voice. "Saves me."