Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] (7 page)

“Come for me, my precious slave.” He bit down on her bottom lip.
“Now.”

All the scattered stimuli converged to a single centrifugal point at his command. Sin exploded. She shouted her release as liquid fire burst free and raced down her womanly passage. The heavy pulsing of his cock’s swollen head as he flooded her with his seed accompanied his raw, conquering roar. On and on she convulsed until there was nothing more to give, until she had nothing left to own. Her Master owned her.

Sin moaned in desolation as she sensed his withdrawal. She was not ready for his abandonment. This was the first time a man had satisfied her so thoroughly. She wanted the moment to go on forever and never end. Thankfully, he did not go far. His hand petted her body tenderly, and she could just picture him sitting beside her. Softly she whispered, “I would rather see you and touch you.”

His fingers stilled. Sin deduced he was weighing his options. She held her breath expectantly. His voice, when it came at last, was laced with pain and regret. “Not tonight, my sweet. If you are to keep me content, you must get lots of rest. I am a demanding man. Sleep.”

As his lips touched her forehead, Sin exhaled her grief. He would not trust her with the sight of his body. Slumber suddenly took the form of a living entity and beckoned to her. She gave in to it, feeling safe and secure while Devon’s heat still remained close.

Sin was restless and very concerned. How the hell had six days passed so quickly? Devon had certainly backed his warning up admirably. Every night after sharing dinner together, Timber, Kyle, and Devon took her body to new, unexplored heights. And each day she had slept half the daylight away. But today she’d awoken with resolve. While Devon had settled into the cycle of claiming the last sleepy dredges of her nights, she hadn’t. She had to do something before her time ran out, and the first step was to gain more information.

“Cherry.” She rushed ahead before the slight woman could disappear like she’d been doing the last few days upon sighting her. “Wait. I need your help.”

Cherry stopped and eyed her suspiciously. “What possible help could a common prostitute need?”

Sin sighed. “Don’t tell me you are still harboring feelings for Devon. If I were to tell you what goes on when darkness reigns, you would surely run in the other direction.”

“
Master
Devon is a kind, compassionate man. You think frightening me will secure this hold you seem to have on him. You make it sound like you are this powerful, strong woman when all you are is a plain old slut, but he will tire of you soon enough.”

“I am strong, Cherry.” And for the first time in her life, she actually believed that. Vice, evil delinquent that he was, had been right all along. It was strange how it had taken her complete submission to three dominating men for her to finally realize her true value. She had blossomed and grown under their attention. On a darker note, her father’s demonic nature had manifested itself in her lustful, insatiable character. Selfishly, she refused to return to her previous half-existence. This was who she truly was, the daughter of a woman and spawn of a demon. “Listen to me closely. If you think you can handle no less then three men all at the same time, plugging your ass, pussy, and mouth simultaneously, then I will personally welcome your participation.”

Cherry’s eyes widened. “You would spread vicious lies about Master Devon’s sexual exploits?”

“I tell you only the truth. Now if you don’t believe me, I will gladly invite you to witness a part of our sexual exploits.”
The part when Devon is not front stage and center, of course.
“After that, you decide on your own that there is a young gentleman more suited to your tastes.”

“You would never allow me to spy on your fucking.”

Actually, Sin found the idea quite stimulating. “I would if you do me a favor.” She waited and accepted Cherry’s silence as agreement. “I need to know how to contact Timber.”

“That’s all?” Cherry stuck her chin out stubbornly. “You want to trick me.”

“Tonight, Cherry. Give me Timber’s phone number, and I will arrange for your private show this very night.”

Indecision surfaced as tiny lines on her smooth forehead. After what appeared like an eternity, Cherry finally nodded. “But if you break your word, I will do every thing in my power to have you thrown out.”

As if.
Sin schooled her features into sincerity. “Brand me and name as you will, but I possess honor. I never break my vows. Now give me the number.”

Sin smiled at Timber as they shared a table beside the outdoor pool. In the sunlight, the man was simply breathtaking. His tan glowed like polished bronze, as he languished in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the scorching rays. “Thank you for coming to see me.”

Timber nodded. “It would have pleased me more to take you out.”

Heat crept up Sin’s throat as she gestured to her flimsy attire. “These are all the clothes I have.”

Sapphire gems glowed wickedly as Timber assessed her from head to toes. “It would have pleased me even more to take you out as you are.”

Sin giggled. “Devon burned all my underwear.”

“Oh.”

Oh indeed.
Without panties and a bra, her every secret would be openly exposed. She pondered on how to broach the subject. She had to be tactful. Timber struck her as the serious, straight-forward type. He wouldn’t fall for coy tactics. “I have been lonely during the days and thought it would be nice to get to know you better.”

Amusement softened his features. “Just me?”

“Oh, all right.” Sin blew out a breath of exasperation. “I am curious about how this trio was formed. How did you meet with Devon?”

“Ah, Devon. And so she reveals her true intentions.” He laughed gruffly. “No need to be embarrassed. I have noticed the way you respond to him. Your body ignites when he is near.”

It did more than ignite. Devon was the catalyst to an ever-smoldering fire within her. She nodded her confession. “So will you tell me?”

“I don’t see a reason why not.” He reached out and grabbed the bottle of beer. Sin admired the length of his throat as he chugged at his beverage as only a man could.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
She swallowed thirstily. She blinked away her distraction as he spoke. But the twinkle in his eyes told her clearly that he knew where her thoughts had drifted to—the wicked bedroom. “Devon was around twenty-three when Kyle and I met him. He was our senior in more ways than the meager three years.”

Sin understood perfectly. Devon was a dominant man. He could make an eighty-year-old look like his junior. “So you met at college.”

“Well, Kyle and I were in university at the time. Devon, well let’s just say, he preferred a different kind of education called “living experience.” While Kyle and I were born into the lap of luxury, Devon was born with a mind to produce wealth from sand.”

“Ah. So you were lulled in by this bad boy who lived life by his own rules.”

“At first, yes. But in time, Kyle and I decided we wanted more out of life than simply existing beneath our influential parents’ shadows. We became the investors in the pipe dreams Devon created.”

Sin looked around the impressive surroundings. “I’ll say there were a lot more than pipe dreams.”

Timber laughed. “It was not all rosy and clean to begin with.” He leaned closer. “Devon more than tripled all our money within the first year just by money lending.”

Sin knew all about that. It was how she now found herself in this predicament. “How did everything grow to these proportions?”

“Import and export. Devon became interested in the differences between international currencies. He bought from places of lower value and shipped them off where the goods would rake in more cash.”

“And how do you all work together?”

“Devon, of course, rules the empire. He has the ultimate say in what and where we buy and sell. Kyle, the sweet-tongued devil, deals with our customers and makes them buy more than they need. I handle the supplier end.”

Of course.
Timber was the direct, no-nonsense guy. She took a long moment to admire his easy confidence. It was easy to picture spending hours with him, in bed and out.

Timber pulled her out of her reverie. “You know, with the way you interrogate, we could find a place for you in the personnel department.” His voice lowered seductively. “And I could fuck you any time of day instead of impatiently awaiting nights.”

Sin swallowed. “Would you really like that? For me to stay longer than this week?”

The somber look on his face melted Sin’s heart. “I would like that more than anything else in the world.”

If there was one thing she knew about Timber, it was that he never said anything he didn’t mean. His simple words gave her renewed hope. Maybe there was a chance for her to spend the rest of her life within the arms of these mature, virile men. Her response resonated with honesty and the conviction to make this fantasy a reality. “I would like that very much, too, Timber.”

* * * *

Devon was late the next morning. He turned the tap off and stepped out the shower. Naturally, Sin was to blame. What ever had she been thinking, inviting innocent Cherry to view their coupling? He shook his head in amusement as he strode across the bathroom floor without bothering with a towel. Poor Cherry had turned every shade of red he could have imagined before she’d fled the room. Thank God for that. Every night his patience to take Sin’s body grew shorter. He would have thrown Cherry out on her ass.

Sin was such a challenging creature. She absorbed the energies from their vigorous lovemaking like a flower lapping up the sun’s rays, and it made her bloom. And the only damn thing he’d gotten out of it all was a quick fucking addiction problem. She was a sexual aphrodisiac, oozing sexual allure that tainted even the air he breathed. How the hell was he going to let her go?
One week.
Fuck, he’d been so deluded. He hadn’t even scratched the surface of uncovering all her secrets, and there was only one night left before freeing Sin. He certainly hadn’t dredged up the courage to confront her about the disturbing mind-speaking thing.
Not that I’m complaining.
That intimacy they shared was mind-blowing, especially when he had better things to do with his tongue than speak.
Damn, she has the most delicious pussy.
But he would let her go. He had to. Hiding his body from her forever was impossible. It was better if he sent her away rather than watched her face contort in disgust as she fled in fear.

As he took the second step into his bedroom, he suddenly froze. “Sin.”

She had been just entering his room and ground to a halt. Her hand clutched at her chest as though she was trying to grab at her heart. Devon stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty. Her flushed face and heaving chest reminded him of the adventurous games they played. He wanted to grab her and fuck her so hard he’d really give her heart a better reason to race.

“Devon.”
His name echoed through his mind although her lips didn’t move. At first Devon mistook her tone for quiet submission until he looked into her eyes. They were round and filled with acute shock.

Fuck
. Devon looked down at himself.
Naked.
God, why did this woman distract him this much? His hands fisted fiercely at his sides as he spun away from her.

Her loud gasp instantly turned his anger into rage.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
As if what he’d shown her hadn’t been enough, he now went and flashed the worst. He did not want to see the horror on her face. He didn’t want her fucking pity, either.
Escape.
He had to get away. Furious at her and despising himself, he strode back into the bathroom.

* * * *

Sin dashed after him and caught the door before it was slammed in her face. She skidded as her feet hit wet tiles.

“Go away.”

Every fiber within her wanted to reach out to him, but his back was so rigid. His face reflecting in the mirror was cruel and tormented. The small cry that had been welling inside her became a fully fledged scream of pain.

Devon clutched at his head. “Stop it.” Sin realized she was actually screaming inside of herself and fisted her hands. She had to get a grip on herself. Devon fell forward and gripped the basin. His face was twisted in silent agony.

Sin stared at him, speechless. Tears spilled over the rim of her lashes and fell freely. Every inch of his body was covered in scars. Ugly, swollen criss-crosses ran the length of his back, buttocks, and legs. His front, from the brief view she’d been allowed, had fared no better. His entire torso, stomach, arms, and thighs were marred with cruel lacerations. There were puckered burn wounds. Whip welts. Razor gashes. They were old hurts as she’d guessed, but the pain was fresh. The scars within had never healed. The random patches of smooth, unmarked skin were widely spaced. Sin swallowed thickly. Left unmarred, he would have been a devastatingly gorgeous man. And she still saw that beauty despite the crumpled, abused wrapping covering his body. “My God. Who?” She sought Devon’s eyes in the mirror but only saw the dark top of his head.

“I told you to leave.”

“I cannot.”
She reached out to touch his stiff back but froze when he flinched before her finger even made contact. Her hands lingered a mere hair’s breadth away uncertainly. It seemed like miles.

“Go!”
His shout made her jump, but her feet remained firmly rooted.

Sin’s heart lurched at the thought of losing him. Her mind scrambled, tangling her words and accent into clumsy knots.
“Let me help ye,”
she pleaded.
“Doonae shut me out.”

Devon straightened suddenly. The look in his eyes was murderous.
“Don’t you get it? You can’t help me. I don’t want you here.”