Demon Bound (Bound Series, Book One) (3 page)

Luc raises his eyebrow at her, but she is far too interested in finishing off her plate. It has been a while since she ate and even longer since she ate food this damn good. She wonders what’s for dessert?

“Good?” he asks her as she shamelessly scrapes the last morsel off her plate.

“Very,” she says placing her knife and fork down neatly in the middle of her plate. She is eagerly awaiting dessert, so she is disappointed when the plate disappears and nothing appears in its place.

“Time to move on,” Luc says, standing up and heading towards a door at the back of the hall.

“Okay,” Axelle mutters and quickly stands up as well. Luc has already disappeared through the door and one of the twins is holding it open for her. She scoops up the hem of her long gown and hurries across the stone floor to catch up.

Once Axelle has gone through the door it bangs closed behind her and she takes in a seductively lit bedroom. She doesn’t think for a second it is Luc’s real bedroom. More of an entertainment area.

Axelle is led to a black and red chaise longue and the twin in charge of her strips her naked, leaving her with just her shoes on. She sits Axelle down and opens her legs wide as she kneels in front of her.

A shot of lust fires through her as she is clearly on the menu for dessert. Luc is watching her with that intense stare as twin number one starts to undress him. As soon as he is completely naked, ‘his’ twin drops to her knees and starts to work on his cock with her mouth and hands. That apparently is the cue for twin number two to get started on Axelle. She licks her tongue all the way up Axelle’s bare slit and then flicks her clit expertly sending a shiver passing through her.

Luc keeps his eyes on her as she does to him. She feels the twin’s fingers slide into her and she can’t help the moan that escapes her lips. Luc’s eyes go darker as he watches Axelle’s nipples tighten. She notices that his gaze has dropped to her breasts so she pinches her nipples roughly. His eyes go back to hers quickly and it is the only sign on his face that he is receiving a blow job while watching a woman get her pussy attended to by another woman. His features are completely impassive.

Axelle, on the other hand, is sopping wet and as number two circles her clit with her tongue in a rapid motion, she cries out loudly as the wave of her orgasm tears through her. She clenches around the twin’s fingers as she laps at her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” Axelle breathes, panting from the delight of her first climax in ages.

“She is ready,” the twin says removing her mouth and fingers from Axelle’s body. She grabs Axelle’s hand and tugs, causing her to stand up. She leads Axelle over to the large, circular bed in the corner, her heels clacking on the cold granite floor.

Axelle keeps her eyes on Luc, who is sporting an erection that makes her pussy twitch when she sees it. She wants that inside her now! ‘His’ twin has worked him up pretty good, but now she joins her sister on the chaise as they sit down to enjoy a bit of voyeurism. It doesn’t faze Axelle in the least, she knows she puts on a good show, others
should
watch her, they might learn a thing or two.

Luc motions for her to sit as he stalks towards her. She does as instructed, parking her rear on the huge bed that she realizes now is sitting on a raised platform. Luc gently pushes on her shoulders to get her to lie back and she opens her legs. His cock is positioned right in front of her pussy due to the height of the bed. Her arousal has gone off the charts and she can feel how wet she is, how ready she is for him to take her.

Axelle can’t believe her luck that she is about to get banged by the Devil himself. This has to mean something; that something bigger is going to come her way soon. He reaches for her ankles and lifts her legs up into the air. His eyes linger briefly on the pair of red Louboutin’s before he spreads her legs wide and enters her quickly.

She gasps in surprise. She had expected a bit of foreplay at least, but he is all about the main event. It occurs to her belatedly, as he pounds relentlessly yet methodically into her, that the foreplay portion of the evening was the twins’ job. They got the two of them ready for each other to have sex. It is slightly weird, certainly not something that Axelle has ever experienced before, but hey, she will just roll with it.

Luc bangs into her, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on a spot above the bed. Axelle starts to feel the pleasure build deep within her, but she wants to change position. She wants to ride his big cock while he pinches her nipples. She wants to wrap her tongue around his as they come together.

He is clearly not into that though. He has minimal body contact with her, his hands on her ankles and his cock in her pussy are the only contact he has with her. She wiggles slightly to get his cock to press on her sensitive g-spot. His hands tighten on her ankles, almost warning her to stay still. He speeds up, almost as if he is desperate to get this over with, but it works for her. She feels her clit twitch and then she cries out as she clenches around him, milking him forcefully.

“Oh, yes,” she cries out, hoping for another orgasm to tear its way through her, but instead he pulls out of her and releases her ankles. Her feet drop heavily to the floor and she watches him as he pulls on himself twice and then with his eyes closed, he shoots his cum all over her stomach.

She gapes in horror as the little splats landing on her pale skin are jet black, but quickly adjusts her features as he finishes and opens his eyes. Twin number one is there with a robe for him, already slipping it over his shoulders, while ‘her’ twin is approaching Axelle quickly with a basin and a washcloth. She wonders what the reason is for all the haste, but when she looks down it becomes clear. The little puddles, are moving across her skin to form a bigger puddle and it is enough to freak her out. It’s like they are alive or something. The twin proceeds to clean up Axelle as Luc ties the belt on his robe and disappears through another door, with ‘his’ twin in tow, without even a look back, never mind a “that was great, see ya around.”

“What the fuck?” Axelle asks the twin that is assigned to her, but all she gets is the same disinterested look and is handed her dress to put back on. The twin heads through the same door the others went through, leaving Axelle alone and confused.

What in hell was that? She had expected sex with the Devil to be an all night long, depraved affair encompassing whips and chains and other paraphernalia that would make her scream in pleasure and pain, not the weird-ass, boring sex she has just experienced.

“Whatever,” she mumbles as she wiggles back into her dress. “I am so out of here.”

She realizes that talking to herself is the first sign of madness, but she needs it to feel better about what just happened. Clearly, she is expected to just piss off--no overnighters here--but declaring that she is leaving of her own accord definitely makes more of a statement.

Even if it is just to herself.

As soon as she has adjusted the dress, she vanishes, much like she did earlier, and appears back in the dumpy apartment in a foul mood. This has been a hellish day, and down here
that
is saying something.

With a big sigh, Axelle takes off the dress and hangs it back in the closet. No sooner has she done this, it disappears from sight. She is quite glad that she doesn’t have to look at it anymore.

After another shower to wash away the weirdness of her evening, Axelle climbs into bed and falls into a deep sleep filled with dark dreams about Luc that she can’t comprehend.

***

Luc watches the little demon bitch sleep. She is a bit restless, but that is to be expected. He wants to touch her, but he cannot have any emotional connection to her. He finds her so beautiful, if he says so himself. He isn’t usually into blondes but Axelle’s body is most pleasing to him and he closes his eyes briefly as he remembers entering her earlier. She was so wet and he wishes he could have enjoyed the act, but his focus was elsewhere. It has to be for this to work.

She kicks off the covers in her slumber and his eyes go straight to her naked, perfect breasts. Not too big, and not too small. Just the perfect handful he wishes he could handle. But sadly, she isn’t here for his pleasure. No, he will have to seek that elsewhere tonight.

He just had to come here and see for himself that she is doing okay. He is about to put her through the ringer and her odds aren’t good going on past occurrences.

“I will leave you now to rest,” he whispers into the darkness of her bedroom and she mumbles something unintelligible in her sleep and tosses herself over again, getting tangled in the sheets. He hopes that he consumes her dreams; he wants to be the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up. It will be easier to draw her back to his residence tonight if she
wants
to come. She doesn’t have a choice in the matter, but he does so prefer things to be easy. He has had enough demanding, drama-bitches to last him several lifetimes. He wants Axelle to be different, to submit to his whims and to fall for him in a way that will make it impossible for her to fight what is to come her way.

Luc sighs with regret that he has to leave her now, but the longer he stays here, the less restraint he will have and the last thing he can do is crawl into her bed and show her that sex with him is not the clinical mating they engaged in earlier, but a wild, depraved event that he knows she will delight in.

If only
. Luc sighs again and then vanishes, leaving Axelle alone in her troublesome sleep.

***

Axelle awakes the next morning, finding it strange to have slept again. When she is in her true, inky black smudge form, she doesn’t sleep, she doesn’t eat, she doesn’t do much of anything, because she has no need to. But, as soon as she is given a human form, all the human behaviors lock into place as if imprinted.

She gets up and wanders into the kitchen for something to eat. Everything in her kitchen is below the standard of the delicious meal she was served last night, so she snubs it all with a sneer. She feels a slight chill go over her and she looks over her shoulder, but of course there is no one there. She shakes her head to get rid of the feeling she is being watched and ruminates on her encounter last night. It was so far beyond strange, even for her tastes. One thing she can’t deny is that it was worth it. Not the sex, that was just plain boring, but the
experience
of it. Axelle isn’t naïve enough to assume she is special because she banged the Devil. He no doubt takes a new bitch, or three, every night, but there was something about it that she can’t quite put her finger on. Had it been a crazy night of euphoric animal sex, she wouldn’t be so inclined to think it would ever happen again. The fact that it was so dispassionate and boring, to the point of being clinical,
that
makes her brain work overtime to figure out. She is sure that he is going to invite her back and that she is certain
is
a little bit special.

With a renewed sense of vigor, Axelle showers and gets dressed for work in her dull, gray, skirt suit and sensible heels, taking on all the mores of human existence and off she goes.

She finds the escalator that takes her straight down to her “office” and once she is settled on her uncomfortable stool, the red light goes off immediately to tell her there is a Reaper waiting for her with a soul to book in.

Axelle opens the little door, glad that she has something to do right away, and finds herself face-to-face with a rather attractive Reaper - if it weren’t for the sneer on his face. She sneers back--giving as good as she gets--and the Reaper practically throws his scroll at her, pulling his hood further forward.

She catches it, unrolls it, and takes in the information.

Male - check.

Axelle gives the soul a once over to determine their temperament and checks the “terrified” box with a smile. She does so love a good, fearful soul. 

Her eyes scan down the page to where she is supposed to sign and stamp it, when she catches the name of the Reaper.

“Evan?” she scoffs before she can stop herself. “What kind of a Reaper name is that?”

Evan-the-Reaper glares at her and pushes back his hood again to reveal his chestnut brown hair and his sneer deepens taking her in with a scathing, brown-eyed look. “What kind of Admin bitch name is
Axel
?” he asks scornfully.

Axelle gapes at him and then at her name badge. Her angry eyes pin his as she spits out, “It’s
Axelle
. Rhymes with
gazelle
.”

“Well, Axelle-rhymes-with-gazelle, sign the fucking scroll so I can get out of here. I have a job to do,” Evan barks at her.

Axelle scrawls her name across the bottom of the scroll and stamps it with enough force to shake the small desk. She stuffs it into the slot and slams the door in Evan’s face.

What a jerk.

She has a job to do as well, even though it sucks on a huge level, especially when she has jerky Reapers to deal with.

Almost immediately the red light lights up again and she yanks the door open. It had better not be Evan back to piss her off.

It’s not. It’s another taciturn Reaper that she hasn’t seen before with a rather amused soul. Axelle jealously checks the “amused” box and signs and stamps the scroll, and away it goes to Assignments. That lucky bastard will probably be back on earth soon in a really cushy position. A thought occurs to her that she can still cause a bit of chaos and mayhem in this job and it will probably make it more interesting. If she just started ticking the wrong boxes, the souls would be generated into demonic essences and then sent all over the place to assignments that they weren’t suited for. She chuckles to herself as she thinks of all the screw-ups that would happen and it cheers her up slightly. Besides, why should all of these amused newbies get to go back out when she is stuck here in this crappy job?

“Don’t even think about it,” a voice booms out behind her and she spins to see Roberta looming over her. “What you tick on that scroll affects everyone, even you. Don’t make me stand over you like some kind of baby-sitter.”