A Demon's Dark Embrace: An Elite Guards Novel (14 page)

Olivia licked her dry lips and stifled a moan as the scent of meat, cheese, and freshly made bread tickled her nose. “What about him?”

“How long have you been working for him?” he asked, his fingers moving to the next piece of meat as his other hand continued to explore her body absently.

“Since I was twelve and started training to take my place in the library,” she admitted.

She was handed a small sliver of cheese, and the moment it was placed in her hand, she devoured it with vigor. It tasted like heaven, and she closed her eyes and moaned as she chewed it. When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her with a look that made her pussy clench tightly in awareness.

“Do you know him outside of the Guild?” he asked, and watched as her face pinched with confusion.

“Why would I know him outside of the Guild? He’s an Elder, and for a while now, they have remained closed up inside one Guild or another. Before that, they didn’t go out much to begin with. My entire life is inside the Guild—or it
was
,” she said, and her stomach did a somersault with just how pathetic it sounded.

“And Alden, I know he has always been more involved with the Enforcers and their training, but he was responsible for you as well, right?” he asked, his fingers slowly trailing over her naked shoulder.

“He’s always been active in the education and activities of training us. So yes, that is true,” she said softly as a feeling of guilt fluttered through her stomach. “Cyrus was the one in charge of the librarians and the catacombs, so I left Alden’s care when my field was chosen.”

“So then why would you turn Alden in, when he is, after all, in charge of the Enforcers? Were you upset that you were given a desk while others got to hunt down and kill Fae?”

“Hardly; I love my job. I love working with the children,” she swallowed hard, her eyes misting with tears as she shut her emotions down quickly to avoid him knowing she’d just hit something that hurt her.

Ristan felt it, that flush of guilt mixed with pain from her own actions, but it made not a lick of sense. “So then tell me why you turned against Alden,” he said softly.

“Why?” she growled as fire lit in her sapphire depths. “Why?” she asked, her body sizzling with anger.

“That is the question. I can repeat it for you if you need me to,” he said smoothly, his eyes dancing with laughter. “Why did you betray Alden?” he asked, his eyes lowering from her angry lips to her lovely tits, which his large hand had engulfed. Her hand rose as she placed it on his much larger one, then actually growled at him.

“Because of you!” she snapped angrily as her other hand fisted at her side. “I didn’t want to do it, but I had to because of what you did.” Her eyes danced with her anger, and he’d be damned if his cock didn’t take notice. “I thought it merely a fantasy of you, but it wasn’t. Nor was it a dream. I saw you between my legs, doing things to me,” she whispered the last, and then almost groaned as her nipples hardened at the memory.

“You saw me sucking your pussy clean,” he corrected. “You almost came for me; do you remember that?” he asked, needing to know exactly what she remembered when Danu had used her body.

“I remember watching you, but it was like I was a witness, not a participant. I saw you change. I thought it was a just a dream until I got to the library and Cyrus was there waiting for me. He told me about the wards going off, and that something from within the Guild had done it. He said most likely it was the Fae. That maybe one had been inside and had sifted out. He had a video of you, Alden and I entering the carrel, but only Alden and I left. You never did. That was when I knew it hadn’t been a dream. Cyrus accused me of helping you and said he’d have me tried for treason because I was giving you Guild secrets—and I
had
been! I may not have known it, but you know the Guild doesn’t give two animal crackers about that. You ruined me, and yes, I did what I had to do to save my own ass.”

He nodded and handed a generous piece of meat and bread.

“Did you like it, what you felt?” he asked, his eyes following her mouth with each bite she took.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Yes, you do,” he said with a smirk, his eyes lighting up with knowledge. “I felt your need to come for me while my mouth sucked on your sweet pussy. You were soaking wet, and that was all you,” he growled, his eyes swirling with their inhuman beauty.

He handed her the wine, which she gulped down eagerly, uncaring when it dripped down her lips and onto her chest. She was parched and wasn’t going to allow him to stop her. She finished it and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, ignoring the cold droplets that slid down her breasts and stomach.

“Why didn’t you try to warn Alden?” he asked, going back to stroking her flesh, noting that she didn’t move away from his touch, but actually moved into it.

“And if he was what Cyrus said? What then? I’m not an Enforcer, and I was out of my scope.”

“Scope?”

“I was out of my league, over my head. Had I known what was coming, would I have done differently? Yes, of course. I was told that you’d both be questioned.”

“Well, now, we both know what the Guild considers questioning to be. You could have warned us, and we could have helped prevent what happened at the Guild,” he said and felt as her guilt once again reared up.

“Would it have mattered?” she asked, her eyes and emotions closing off as if she held the switch to it, which made him examine her closely. Synthia could do the same, but then she’d been trained to withstand torture in the hands of her enemies.

“There were archives I needed and hadn’t obtained yet, but I have the next best thing. You,” he said offhandedly, his eyes locked onto a droplet of wine as it slid down her body.

“No,” she said, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. “Those are things I won’t talk to you about,” she admitted.

“I can make you,” he said as he sat up and moved closer.

“You could try; doesn’t mean I will tell you anything,” she said defiantly.

“Fucking hell, Olivia, I was hoping you’d put up a fight.”

Olivia felt her body grow cold as he stood and moved to the wall. Placing his palm on a panel, which slid open, he pulled out something that looked like a giant X that was created of rosewood. It would be beautiful if it wasn’t a device made for torture.

Chapter Nineteen

Watching as her eyes grew large and round, Ristan knew the moment she figured out what this device was used for. She stood and he smiled. She had nowhere to run and they both knew it. He ignored her as he opened the leather restraints on the top of the X and then at the bottom. His brother had made the lovely Saint Andrews Cross with a few modifications to the traditional one. This one had sturdy stabilizer bars in the back that connected to a central axle so it not only inverted, but it could also swivel into a table position, and lock down at just the right height for even more intriguing games.

With a simple flick of his hand, the settee at the foot of his bed opened and several items floated out, each one easily caught and placed with care on the small table he materialized from his mind. He gave her a wicked smile to assure her that he had not forgotten about her and caught her eyes as he displayed the first item that was all black and looked like a whip handle with soft, fluffy tails sprouting off of one end.

“You’re new to this, so I’m going to start with something easy. It’s very soft for the first moment or so until you finally feel the bite and sting of it, which can burn quite nicely. It leaves a beautiful red love bite as well,” he grinned wickedly as he showed off the leather tails hidden inside the soft ones. She gulped air, even as her pussy flooded and dampened further. “Now this one… I love this one too, by the way. It’s little, but damn, does it do its job nicely,” he said as he held it up, showing her something that looked a little larger than a bullet and was just as shiny. “Don’t let its size fool you, it’s very powerful. It can bring on an orgasm in less than thirty seconds. I’m looking forward to hiding this in that sweet little rose in your bottom.”

Ristan turned his back and smiled as he heard the bathroom door slam closed. She was going to fight him, but by the time he was done, she’d be begging him for more. Most women loved the chase, and he was willing to bet she was no exception.

He needed it anyway. After last night, fucking her tight body had made him want to do it again, and she’d been a willing participant that was regretting it today. He could see it in her posture. The way her body blushed with the memory of what they’d done.

Today was about getting answers, and he planned to enjoy it. Her body was ready, the residual pain from losing her virginity gone. Or it would be once he healed it a bit more. Simple healing for aches and pains was easy enough magic for him. He’d made sure that he healed her aches before he’d sought his duties and it had taken him a lot of willpower to walk away after he’d stroked her sweet flesh to heal it.

“Olivia, it’s ready for you, my dear,” he said and smiled as he heard something slam against the door. “I like the chase,” he called softly, knowing she’d hear him.

He glamoured away his shirt and boots, leaving only his jeans, and sifted into the bathroom, not expecting the bottle of shampoo to peg him in the head the moment he did. He growled and sifted again before the conditioner could hit him as well.

He reappeared behind her and hugged her naked body to his, feeling the jolt of the connection. He’d never felt such a strong physical reaction with his sexual partners, but touching her was like touching heaven. Close to it, anyway, and the sweet scent of her sex mixed with jasmine flowers drove him damn near insane.

Quickly sifting before she could respond, he pushed her against the device, knowing she’d get more pleasure than pain from it. He easily overpowered her struggles and ignored the dirty names she screamed at him while he wrapped her wrists into the soft leather cuffs. He was glad he’d asked Aodhan to use the softest leather he could find. In this situation, it would keep her skin safe from chafing with her struggles, because he knew exactly how to make her struggle, without allowing her to come until he wanted her to.

Perhaps he’d allow her to come quickly, only because she needed to get at least one out of her system so he could get the answers he needed.

He leaned over to secure her legs and caught her foot as it lifted to kick him. He gripped it painfully for a moment before loosening his hold to decrease the pain, which wasn’t his intent. She might be new to sex, but her body was ripe for fucking. Her petals were sleek with the proof of her needs, and her nipples were already hard and probably aching for the sweet bite of his clamps.

Once he’d secured both of her feet, he adjusted the device until she was flat on her back, her sweet pussy opened for his viewing pleasure. He locked it into position, and she cursed and wiggled her ass as she tested the bonds. His fingers trailed softly over her inner thighs as he moved to stand between her legs.

“You look good helpless,” he whispered as he continued to test her mood. She was pissed, and yet there it was: Desire. Willingness. She may be fighting it, but she wanted it more. Her heart raced, and her blood pumped, but her emotions? Those emotions wanted him to ditch the toys and just make her body sing. He raised his eyes to hers and smiled with confidence.

Right up until she started rattling off random words.

“Hubcap! Chicken dinner, taco, rabbit,” she paused, her eyes wild with her search for something only she seemed aware of. “Red, red, damn you! What’s the word?” she demanded, and he laughed, his eyes widening in surprise as she continued to rattle off random words.

“Are you searching for a safe word?” he asked incredulously. At her frantic nod, he laughed. “Someone has been reading some naughty books, haven’t we? I must have missed that collection. I did, however, find quite a few that I scanned through while you slept,” he mused, his eyes filling with laughter. “My favorite part…let’s see, oh yeah.
His bulbous manhood pushed inside my sleek manhole
,” he quoted, but his words were filled with laughter.

“You were in my apartment?” she shrieked, outrage coloring her words. It only rose as he shrugged his shoulders and pinned her with a knowing grin.

“So tell me, was my cock bulbous enough for you?” he teased.

“You suck!” she growled as her cheeks tinged red from her embarrassment.

“Pussy, And I also have something you can suck on,” he whispered as his fingers trailed small circles up her inner thighs. “Before we begin, little Witch, I need to set something straight. I am not a Dom, but I am one hundred percent dominant in the bedroom. All Fae males are because feeding depends on it. It’s how we survive here. There are no labels, no catch phrases, not in this place. You can scream out random shit, but I’ll just take it as I fucked you silly. Do not assume I am Human, because I assure you that I have no Human values. No standards that I go by will ever match yours. I am not Human. I’m not safe, and no one ever said I was sane,” he said smoothly as his fingers trailed over her breasts and teased and pinched her nipple as he spoke.

“I know that where you come from, Humans have safe words because even the most experienced Dominant can potentially miss a partner becoming distressed. I’ll let you in on a secret,” he said, as he held up his fingers which gave off a silvery gray glow as he lowered them to trace over her nipple, drawing a warm pulling sensation around the peak. “I can feel your every emotion; everything you feel, I can sense. You can’t lie to me. I will know when you are close to orgasm, or if your body becomes stressed. If I think you can handle more, I’ll push. If not, I’ll briefly stop and let you adjust. The choice is not yours. This is not a power exchange. You owe me a debt and I’ll be the one to say when it’s been paid. Do you understand?” he asked. His fingers continued to glow, his rumbling voice sending shivers to her toes, and a coil that was unfurling deep in her belly.

He moved back between her legs and could see the proof of her desire, no matter how much she fought it. His eyes feasted on her wet curls; and the pink flesh that had dampened from her struggles. If he was right, she’d more than liked the chase. It had turned her on, probably as much as it had turned him on. He walked his fingers along her thighs to her opening and enjoyed the hiss of air that escaped her lungs as he caressed her heat with his thumb.

Her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side, which made him pause, until those beautiful sapphire eyes opened, glazed with need. Game on. He pulled a different set of clamps out of his pocket first, his love of them growing with how red her beautiful nipples were today. Proof that he’d pleasured them, and fuck if it didn’t make his cock stand up and salute him.

Playing with her nipples until they were at attention, he clipped the new clamps to them quickly. This pair had little rubber tips on them and little weights dangling at the end of each delicate chain. Her body arched as he tightened each clamp snugly. He slid his finger inside her folds and had to slow his own breathing as she clenched his finger tightly. “Out of all the women I’ve tormented, I think I’ll like you the best, my sweet Witch.”

“Go to hell,” she whispered, but her hips bucked with wanton desire as the wine she’d drank earlier seemed to heighten her senses. “I will never tell you anything that can hurt the Guild, ever,” she whispered defiantly. He enjoyed her steely resolve and the challenge.

He pulled out his finger and reached for a silver toy that was much larger than the one he showed her earlier. He enjoyed her wide-eyed stare as he pressed the cold metal against her opening. He rubbed it over her pussy, watching as her sweet juices coated it.

“Tell me about the Mages that were in the Spokane Guild,” he whispered huskily as he watched her move against the device. She gave him a quizzical look like he was crazy.

“What the hell are you talking about? There weren’t any Mages in the Guild. Only Witches and Warlocks,” she growled as he increased the vibration and continued to use the device against her opening.

“I saw them; they were in the room using my balls for ping-pong and my intestines as the net. You saw them, too, and I want to know more about what happened.”

“The Enforcers, the fakes ones,” she gritted out, trying to ignore the toy as he moved it over her folds and worked her pussy against her. “They were with Cyrus the day this entire mess started. One of them admitted they weren’t with the Guild,” she moaned, her eyes pleading with him for mercy as her body continued to squirm against the persistent toy he wielded. 

Fuck, for a newly deflowered virgin, she was wild. He watched as she glided against it and smiled as he pushed the huge tip inside, just barely. “Ooh,” she moaned, and he watched as she struggled to grow accustomed to the device’s size.

She’d taken him, and he was larger than the metal toy.

“Do you know why this is used for torture?” he asked as he pushed in another few inches as her juices lubricated the metal. His own cock jumped against the confines of his jeans.

“No,” she mumbled, her body holding still to accept what he was feeding it. Once the device was fully inside of her, he stepped back and surveyed his handiwork.

“It has little sensors,” he said holding one up far enough that she could see it. “They sense your muscles clenching and cause the device to vibrate. It becomes a cycle, which makes it vibrate, and that will make you clench more,” he smiled heatedly with a thick tone that said he was enjoying her discomfort a little too much. “When I hook the toy from this,” he said, pulling a wire down from the ceiling as she watched with hooded eyes, “to this…” He snapped his fingers, and she listened as something lifted from the floor. “It will fuck you. Your muscles will grow tense, and eventually you’ll explode and come for me; I won’t even have to do anything but watch you,” he growled and hooked it together as she moved her wet heat on the machine that was buried in her sweet pussy, exactly where he wanted to be.

“I ache,” she whispered, and he stood back as he connected the device, his eyes sliding over his masterpiece.

Her nipples were being pulled from the light weights, but she could easily take more. Her silk folds were stretched to accommodate the metal cock which had yet to begin to move inside of her. He’d gone easy on her placing the device inside.

Normally he was rough, uncaring of the pain because his partners expected it. Olivia was different, and he found himself taking steps to prevent pain to her body and mind. He reached for the device and clicked the machine on.

“Oh, God!” she screamed as he watched her wiggle against it. Her pussy was taking it beautifully. Stretching as it moved in and out of her core. He smiled as he leaned over and sucked her clitoris hard, his tongue flicking it as he used his teeth to gently hold it in place for his tongue’s attention.

“God has little to do with this,” he said as he released her and stood up. He moved to her mouth, watching as her eyes rolled with the heavy strokes of the toy fucking her. He glamoured off his jeans and gripped his heavy cock with his hand. Her instinct proved spot on as her tongue moved over her lips and they parted expectantly.

Fucking hell; whose torture was this? He stepped back and watched as disappointment crossed her face. “Tell me what I want to know,” he whispered past the dryness of his mouth. His eyes slipped from her face to where the toy moved in her pussy.

Fuck, she was moving with it; he wanted to remove it and take its place. He watched as the wire sensors turned from red to green, and as she moved her sweet pussy even with the restraints holding her in place. If he hadn’t been the one to shatter her hymen himself, he would swear she was used to sexual torment.

“Tell me more about the Mages, Olivia,” he said, forcing his mind back to what was important.

“I…uh…shit!” she screamed as a violent orgasm ripped through her body, his cock wept that it hadn’t given her that release. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body glistened with sweat as tiny goose flesh formed all over her skin. The noises she made as her body was fucked… Shit, those noises were almost enough to make him spill his load.

He shook his head, uncaring about the answers as he pulled the metal toy out and replaced it with his own throbbing cock. He slipped inside her wetness at the same time he released her ankles from the cuffs, pushing her legs up until her ankles settled on his shoulders, and with one solid thrust, he was buried inside of her heaven.

“Justin, no more,” she cried. “No more,” she begged as her body coiled and another orgasm threatened to let loose.

“My name is Ristan, Olivia, say it with me while I show you who owns this pussy,” he growled and smiled as she screamed it to the heavens as she exploded around his cock.

The only sounds in the room were her screams as he drove himself into her with hard, calculated thrusts meant to hit her sweet spot, which kept her riding the wave of the orgasm after orgasm.

He fed, his hunger too much for him to contain as he pounded her flesh, growing closer with each thrust until he released his need inside of her, and yeah, he didn’t stop. He fucked her until she was mumbling incoherent words, and both of their hair was slick with sweat.

He hadn’t stopped fucking her until they both couldn’t move; only then did he release her and take her to the bed with him, where he pulled her body next to his. Her breathing was even because she’d fallen asleep seconds after his fifth release, and at that point, she’d earned sleep.

There was something about her taste that was sweeter than he’d ever tasted before as he’d fed from her, and he felt that power which came with feeding as it pulsed through him. Something else was bothering him, though, something else that he couldn’t place in his sleep-driven mind.

He ignored it as he allowed his lids to slide closed as he held her still-damp body in his arms. He could easily wash the smell of sex from them, but it was intoxicating, and he wanted her to wake up and feel just how good it felt to wake up covered with sex in the morning.