Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] (3 page)

But there were too many unanswered questions. Suddenly her meaningless, dormant existence had been given a quick wake-up call, and now she was being bombarded with unfamiliar emotions like mind-blowing passion and intriguing mysteries. How did a man accumulate so many scars? The unsightly swollen tissue that criss-crossed his face was not fresh. Wherever those wounds came from, she was sure it was a distant place in his past. She had not missed the marks on his forearms either. Who could have damaged such a giant of a man? And why?

She also could not believe what she had just done and what she’d just allowed a man to do with her. Why had she been so turned-on? The slap on her ass had sent a jet spray of juices in her pussy. She had never encountered such a heightened rush of pleasure even at climax during previous sexual interludes. Worse still, why did she have this insane feeling that he’d heard her thoughts? And she had his.
I own you, Sin.
For some reason that phrase ricocheted across her mind. Had he really said that aloud, or was her mind playing nasty tricks on her?

Any further introspection was halted by rowdy banging at her bedroom door. Before she could answer, a slight woman barged in. Flanking her sides were two large men. The bulky males kept their eyes downcast as they grabbed a bag each.
My bags
. “Hey! What are you doing?” Sin tried to stop them as they carried her luggage away. She turned to the little lady who was watching her with her tiny fists on her narrow hips.

“Master Devon wishes his slut dressed according to his wishes.” Her eyes perused Sin from head to toe before she continued in a disdainful voice. “Not someone who dresses like his mother.”

Sin inhaled sharply at the insult. Devon looked to be in his early forties. The few streaks of silver against dark mahogany at his temples made him look mature and distinguished.
I’m actually young enough to his daughter, for crying out loud.

“He also ordered that I have you bathed and ready for him.”

Sin winced as her arm was wrenched. The little sprite sure had hidden strength. She stood still as her clothes were stripped away, and she dutifully got into the steaming tub. The torture began immediately.

Sin could not recall ever being so harassed. The brush the tiny woman yielded seemed to grow feral canines with each forceful stroke against her skin. Her skull still prickled from the awful-looking steel brush that had been pulling half her hair out. “Do you really have to be so harsh?”

“Master Devon likes his bitches clean. Never know where they crawled out from.”

Sin turned and earned a sharp jab with the brush. “I willnae allow ye tae brand me. I ken Devon willnae like hearing complaints about ye.”

“Ooh. Foreign. You sound like someone he scooped right out of a stripper’s bar somewhere.” Tiny shoulders shrugged. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s Master Devon’s habits. He’ll tire of you as soon as the exotic flavor wears off.”

Sin felt like layers of her flesh were being worn off. It was amusing to think that this small pixie had a thing for Devon. Why, he would tear her delicate frame apart. Before she could voice her opinion aloud, a slight sound on the bathroom tiles drew her attention.

Devon simply strolled past and sat on a cushioned chair situated in the corner before her. He looked ridiculous with fluffy pink frills surrounding him. But then again, it also accentuated his raw masculinity. Muscles bulged beneath his well-tailored clothes, especially at the crotch.
Impressive.
His steely gray eyes swirled with heat as he his gaze caressed her body intimately. Sin was slow to register that the brush was no longer peeling away her skin. She turned and caught the little miss’s wide eyes fixed on Devon.
Know his habit. Huh!

“You may continue, Cherry.” He spoke to little Cherry, but his eyes never left Sin.

Well, Cherry certainly didn’t look so cheery anymore. Sin smiled softly as the brush resumed it trek over her ravaged body, only less aggressive.
Mm…Guess Master Devon only likes bruising squeaky clean when he’s not around.
On that pleasant thought, Sin tried to stifle the giggles within her as blessed silence filled the room. Cherry seemed to have swallowed her racing tongue as well.

A low growl drew her attention to Devon. Her eyes widened as she followed the path of his gaze.
Bloody wobbling boobs.
Sin bit her lip against her self-chastisement and vowed not to giggle anymore. But the oath came too late.

Devon’s command was low but curt. “Leave us.”

The brush fell into the water with a loud splash. Poor Cherry looked ready to dive in after it. “But, Master, I haven’t finished.”

Devon was already folding up his sleeves. Much like the first time she’d seen him do that, she was instantly mesmerized by the hard ridges lining his forearms. His large hands certainly looked capable and immensely strong. “Get out.”

Sin barely registered Cherry’s quick escape. Devon knelt on the floor beside the tub and soaped a face towel until the suds dribbled over his powerful hands. Sin stared into the molten silver of his eyes, lost in the intensity of the violent storm within.

“Open your legs for me, Sin.” Unable to disobey, her thighs fell apart.

With one openly splayed hand, he reached beneath her rump and lifted her exposed pussy above the water surface. Sin sighed, and her head rolled back as the soft, soapy cloth pressed her pussy folds open. He washed her with small, excruciating caresses. The cloth teased her taut nub, and she moaned as the linings in her pussy walls contracted.

Sin didn’t open her eyes as the towel splashed into the water. His soapy finger slid easily into her sleek opening. She arched as he crooked his finger and massaged her throbbing pussy with torturously slow strokes. Sin could not hold herself back anymore. She moved with his hand, pushing herself greedily against the finger fucking her. Just on the verge of exploding, she cried out aloud.

But the deliciously hard, callused finger was suddenly gone. Cold air rushed in and pebbled her nipples. Disappointed and disorientated, she looked at him with need-filled eyes.

“You will come only when I allow it. By the time you climax, I guarantee you one thing, Sin. You will explode like you never have before.”

She was already aroused beyond the point of return. She was willing to beg if need be. But the unsightly scars on his face were stretched so tightly, Sin knew she would never be brave enough to contradict him. Despair filled her as he allowed her to slip back into the tepid water.

As he straightened, he spoke softly. “Did Cherry bother you?”

Like damn eczema on a hot, dry day.
But she was no tattletale. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Devon took a long time to consider her words. “If she does get out of hand, tell me.” Before Sin could respond, he marched to the door. The dark fabric was pulled tightly against his deliciously rounded ass. It was some consolation that he was not unaffected by her as well. Too bad he’d chosen to keep his large cock imprisoned in the constricting trousers. His instructions flowed to her as he walked out. “We’re going out tonight. I chose the outfit you will wear. Do not wear panties or a bra.”

Clumsily, Sin crawled out of the tub. Without even a towel, she rushed into the bedroom only to find it already deserted. She eyed the little number splayed out on the bed. The tiny black sequins winked teasingly at her. Sin blinked back. It was going to be a tight fit. She looked down as she pinched the spaghetti straps between wet fingers. The material was rough and scratchy against her wet skin.
And damn short.
She eyed the other shopping bags scattered on the floor. There had to be underwear in there.
There’s no way I’m going out in public with half my bum cheeks showing.

Devon was beyond livid. Sin had had him cooling his heels an entire five minutes before finally gracing him with her presence. It was unacceptable. It called for punishment. He shut the door with deceptive lightness after she slipped into the backseat. His hands were clenched in tight fists. If it were up to him, he would have marched her right back into the house and given her a lesson on punctuality that she would have never forgotten. But Kyle and Timber needed to meet her. Something told him that this zealous firebrand would need at least three rutting cocks.

Leather squeaked as he slipped in beside her. There was only so far Sin could run. He clicked his fingers for the chauffeur to continue. His driver knew their destination. The Serpent of Eden was a favorite club he frequented. It was the only place he felt any real sense of freedom. The patrons of the club were discerning and discreet, and every single one of them enjoyed the darker quirks of sex.

As the car moved, he turned to Sin. “You will not be late again.”

Her lush eyelashes blinked several times before finally fanning her rubicund cheeks demurely. “It couldn’t have been more than five minutes.”

“I don’t like excuses. Late is late no matter by how many minutes.” He ran a finger down the plump flesh of her exposed arm. God but she looked good enough to eat with her bodacious curves spilling out the tight dress in all the right places. “The correct response would be, ‘Yes, Master.’ To make sure you don’t forget your transgression for the remainder of the evening”—he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a collar made of the soft peach skin fabric—“you will wear this.”

The pulse at the base of Sin’s throat beat frantically as he reached out to secure the buckle at her nape. Material as soft as downy feathers would encase her throat, but the highly polished studs and wide silver loops fairly screamed the true purpose of the jewel. He leaned closer as the thin length fastened. “Are you not going to thank me for your present, Sin?”

“Thank you.”

He pulled on the belt until she quickly amended. “Master.”

“Very good.” Devon firmly turned his mind away from the enticing quivers of her voice. She must learn discipline. “Do you know what this is for?” He could not help licking her delicate earlobes as he whispered. The shiver that he felt run through her sent an answering shard of heat to his groin.

“It’s to declare your ownership of me.” Devon bit down sharply on the outer shell of her ear until she whimpered. “Master.”

He hadn’t planned on doing this tonight, but her tardiness showed him that she must be trained and as soon as possible. He did not want to waste a minute of this week. “That’s right, Sin. You are mine, and I will allow no poaching on my property—unless I allow it.”

Her wide eyes sparkled like rare black gems. The crimson flush on her plump cheeks accompanying the perfect moue of her lush red lips was impossible to ignore. His hands curled in her glossy mane of hair as he crushed her lips to his. The texture was as good as it looked. She was all soft and wonderfully sweet against his exploring tongue. It did not take long for her mouth to open and invite his further exploration.

Devon growled as he accepted. The inside of her mouth was better than he could have imagined. She was heated honey and pure female. Her tongue dueled with his, and her needy moans awakened a hunger within him with a swiftness that he’d never before experienced. As the back of his hands brushed against her collar, red-hot desire raced to his aching cock. She was decadent, liquid fire, and she was his.

The kiss became animalistic and greedy as he pressed her against the back of the seat. Her hunger and passion matched his perfectly. He demanded more responses from her as he searched each dark recess of her delicious mouth. His hand cupped her breast and flicked the sharp sequins at her erect nipple as he whispered hotly in her mouth, “I can’t wait to eat you whole.”

Sin’s head rolled back as he nipped and sucked a path down her throat. He pulled her hair back, making her body bow over. Devon groaned as her hands encircled his head. The scent of her skin was driving him insane. The musky fragrance made him want to fuck her right there in the backseat of the car.

He grabbed both her hands and held them imprisoned at her sides. “Patience, my pet.” But he could not be sure that he was not also instructing his own inflamed body. The overpowering need to stake his claim on her strummed within him, and his engorged dick raged against the delay. Leashing in his ardor with an ironclad ruthlessness, he drew away. “As appealing as the idea of introducing you to my friends with the scent of my semen between your heated thighs is, I choose to wait.” He forcefully drowned out her mournful groan of disappointment. “Some things are worth the wait.” He was willing to wager his last penny that Sin was just a dessert best enjoyed at leisure, instead of a quick, rushed screw.
But not too long a wait.

* * * *

Sin couldn’t suppress her squeal of surprise as Devon attached a long, slender chain to one of the loops on her collar. Humiliation and embarrassment made her want to dash right back into the car.

Devon tugged at the leash. “I will not tolerate disobedience, Sin.”

Her hair fell forward as she tried to hide her shackles and shame. Devon stepped briskly before her, pulling on the chain and not allowing her any choice but to follow. From beneath the curtain of her dark tresses, she scanned the dim interior. People stared unabashedly at them as they made their way to a table at the far corner, granted not all of them were interested in the entertainment she was providing. There were couples engaged in heavy tongue-locking and very open petting. The atmosphere was erotic and sinfully exciting. Sin hung her head further. She knew she had fantasized about having her body dominated by a capable man, or perhaps two. But this public exhibition was not something she had anticipated. She could not say exactly how she felt about it.

The cover of hair only lasted until they reached their table. The scantily dressed waitress who had led them eyed her with undisguised envy. The look she bestowed on Devon, however, was one of pure hunger. Sin’s teeth ground together. What was it with all these skinny harpies? They were like tame pussycats lusting after a rutting with an alpha male mountain lion. Who could blame them? Devon was a raw, dangerous predator. Just a single look into his savage, silver eyes could make even a schoolmistress’s panties damp.
Such power.
It was stamped on every facet of his body and each bestial scar on his face. His body screamed “Man!”
without him having to say a word.
God, I just about freaking exploded in my panties from just that kiss in the car.
Her fantasizing drew to an abrupt halt as her leash was yanked.