WiredinSin (6 page)

Hesitantly at first, she ran her fingers along her labia.
Teasing with light touches was one of her favorite ways to drive herself to the
brink. She threw her head back and moaned. “So good. I love doing this to
myself.”

“Take another small bite of chocolate, Vic. Place it on your
tongue but don’t chew it. Let it melt inside your hot mouth.”

She complied, nearly out of her mind with the sound of his
voice sensually stroking her senses and her fingers doing the same to her
pussy. The need to bury her hand in her own heat was rising. She wanted the
release that was building to come quickly, to overwhelm her, sweep her away for
a few moments. The taste of bitter chocolate brought her back from the brink
enough that she could breathe. The small piece she’d placed on her tongue
liquefied, becoming silky-smooth against the roof of her mouth.

All of a sudden the tastes in her mouth merged with an image
of her on her knees, his cock sliding over her tongue. Bitter, sweet, sensual.
She swallowed and voiced her thoughts. “I want to taste you, Nick. I want your
cum bathing my tongue.”

“Oh my gods,” he groaned. “You can’t say things like that.
Not if I’m going to keep from stroking off while you’re on the phone with me.”

“Hey, it better not just be me in a compromising position at
work.” She grinned before dropping her voice to a whisper. “You know you’re
stroking your cock, Nick. I can hear the slight rasp of skin on skin. Stroke it
and close your eyes. Can you picture me kneeling between your legs, running my
hands up and down your thighs?”

She’d done this so many times but for once her own need
continued rising. She wasn’t talking to a male who didn’t know about her—this
time the man she was torturing wanted her. She continued petting her wet nether
lips with light fingertips. Instead of stopping the sounds of pleasure from
leaving her lips, she let them loose, savoring the vibration of her voice in
her chest. The moan was completely real, as was the tingling heat of an
impending orgasm. The sound of an answering groan on the other end of the call
stoked her heat. He was into this as far as she was.

“Your voice is enough to send me over the edge. It wraps
around my cock like I know your lips would. Hot, soft, wet. Are you still just
touching your pussy lips like a good girl?”

“Hmm, yes. God I want to dip my fingers inside and rub my
clit.”

“The next time we meet this is what I want to do. I want you
laid out on the bed with your fingers buried in your pussy while I watch you
make yourself come. I want to see your long, slim fingers tunneling through
your folds, hear the sweet sucking sounds while you finger-fuck yourself.”

His voice, his words, the images all coalesced into a
burning need to come and to hear him do the same. She wanted to share something
real for once. Her fingers followed his orders. She slid already wet digits
between her folds, lightly caressing her clit before pushing slowly into her
sopping channel. The taste of chocolate still clung to her tongue, giving her
senses something to concentrate on as her belly clenched and her pussy
fluttered around her fingers. Heat rose quickly under her skin, causing a quick
flash of sweat to bead on her upper lip.

“Oh, gods, Vic. I can hear your fingers moving. You are so
fucking wet, aren’t you? Pinch your nipple with your other hand. Let me hear
what you’re doing. I want to know how hot you are.”

She’d lost the ability to talk. Waves of need and warmth
traveled over her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Skating her other
hand to her breast felt sinfully good. She grasped her distended nipple between
her thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight tug and twist. A zing of liquid
heat shot to her pussy, leaving her breathless and aching. She moved her
fingers in her pussy with sensual slowness, pressing the heel of her hand
against her clit. She moaned, long and low.

“That’s it, Vic. I want you to come hard all over your hand.
You’re close aren’t you? Do you wish I was there to suck that little hard clit
between my lips? I could slam three fingers into your pulsing cunt and taste
the juices flowing from you. Gods, I can almost taste you now on my tongue. I
bet you’re sweet, aren’t you?”

Nick’s voice was deep and gravelly, raising a new wave of
goose bumps down her arms. With her eyes closed she could almost believe that
he was in the room with her, watching her hands move on her own flesh. The idea
brought another sigh to her lips. He’d stare at her with a heated gaze,
stroking his cock while she delved slick fingers into her own pussy.

The image alone was what threw her over the edge. Her
muscles locked down, a keening sound escaped her dry lips and the release
rushed over her. Waves of warmth followed by coolness flowed across her skin.
She knew with what brain cells she still had that she had loudly proclaimed
that she was coming, knew that Tabatha would be able to hear and probably
others in the building, but she didn’t care. Her fingers moved of their own
volition, extending her orgasm, plummeting her into a pool of liquid pleasure.

When her ears could function again she caught Nick’s groan
of completion and jerky breaths as he came as well. His words were incoherent
but the meaning was clear. He’d been right there with her through her release,
whispering naughty, tantalizing things to her addled brain. Things only lovers
said to each other. The lovely sound of him moaning her name while his cum
coated his hand made her grin, even while she was still trying to catch her
breath.

“That was awesome,” she choked out around a chuckle. She
meant it too. This wasn’t something she was saying to a client. The experience had
been wonderful, naughty, fun.

“Are you more relaxed now?” His question held a smile even
if his voice was still rougher than normal.

“Mmm, definitely relaxed. Thanks, Nick.”

“Dominick. That’s my real name.”

She let that sink in before responding. “Thanks, Dominick.
Thanks for everything. I feel weird saying this, but I can’t wait to see you
Thursday.”

The tight chuckle that came through the line made her wonder
what he might be hiding. “I can’t wait for that either. Can I call you
tomorrow?”

“I want to, I really do, but I don’t know if that’s the best
thing for us to do. Even this was wrong for me to do with a client.” She felt
weird turning him down as her juices cooled beneath her, reminding her of the
orgasm she’d just had to the sound of his voice.

“What if I wasn’t a client? What if I just wanted to date
you? Could you call me or let me call you then?”

Silence descended both between them and in her mind. Date.
He’d said he wanted to date her. She hadn’t attempted dating since her turning.
Her heart ached with the idea. She wanted someone important in her life,
someone to talk to about her day, to snuggle with, to cling to when her
nightmares woke her. Could she place someone in danger though? Did she dare put
a male within killing distance of her demon side?

Dominick cleared his throat and sighed loudly. “I take it
you aren’t thrilled with that idea. I’ll just—”

“No,” she shouted before calming herself. “No, don’t go.
It’s not that I don’t want to date you. How to explain? I don’t do well in
intimate situations. I don’t want you hurt because of me.”

“So, it’s my safety that keeps you from accepting?” He
sounded skeptical.

“Yes. I know, a master succubus with anxiety over control,
but I hate harming others. Why do you think I’ve built this company? It’s not
for my safety, but the safety of those I come into contact with.” Her guilt
burst through the walls she’d built around it, drowning her. “I’ve hurt so many
before.”

“So, if we could date without the possibility of you hurting
me, would you?”

Would she? That was the question of the week. Her head said
one thing but the rest of her yearned for another. She’d spent over fifty years
alone. Didn’t she deserve some companionship? Maybe not love, because she
didn’t have enough of her human soul left to be capable of love, but she could
enjoy Dominick’s attentions, enjoy his arms around her. The decision was made
for her when her arms wrapped around her own torso.

“I’ve already cleared my calendar for Thursday. For your
protection, and sort of a trial run, let’s use the phones to meet. We can have
our date and see how things go.”

“If that’s what you want, Victoria, then that’s what we’ll
do.” He didn’t sound happy about it though. “I’ll call you Thursday evening,
then. Unless I can talk you into another chat tomorrow?”

She grinned. Even when he wasn’t happy with her he was being
nice. “Let’s play it by ear. I have your numbers, so if I have a few minutes
tomorrow I’ll call or text.”

“Good night, fair Victoria. May your dreams be filled with
chocolates and magic. Fare thee well.”

“Goodnight, Dominick,” she whispered, ignoring the tremor in
her voice.

“Geez, Vic, you look like shit.”

Victoria raised her head off her desk and blinked a few
times to clear her vision. She felt like shit. A cold lump of dog shit, on the
bottom of someone’s shoe, after they’d walked through a mud puddle on a pig
farm. It had started the minute she’d rolled out of bed. A slight headache and
an absence of appetite. Then throughout the day she’d just felt worse and worse
until she was in the position Gynger had found her in. Slumped in her chair,
resting her head on the desk, fighting the urge to sleep.

She waved a weak hand at her friend in answer, too tired to
even voice the obviousness of how shitty she looked.

“When was the last time you fed?”

“Yesterday.”

“But did you feed or just take calls? Vic, you’re starving.
Fuck, you’re too pale. I’ll go get one of the guys and you can feed off him
right now.”

“No. No, it’s fine. I just don’t feel good.”

“No, you are starving. I’ve seen it before.” Gynger turned
for the door.

“Wait. I don’t want to feed from one of them. I don’t think
I could face them again if they knew I’d let myself get this bad.”

Gynger turned from the door with a raised eyebrow. “Then
what? You going out? Find a stupid human to feed from? You’d kill someone like
this.”

Victoria knew that, and honestly had known that she was
starving, but she’d refused to take energy from her clients. Her demon had
refused. They both wanted Dominick’s lust and seemed to be in complete
understanding that nothing else would do. She sighed. “I need to call
Dominick.”

Silence hung heavy on the air. Vic was too tired to worry
about it. She laid her head back on the desk with a resigned grunt.

“You need to feed from him, right?”

Vic nodded. Voicing it again seemed like a weakness,
admitting her need for someone she’d never really met just rubbed her the wrong
way.

“Okay, then I’m calling him right now.” Gynger whipped out
her cell phone and pushed a couple of buttons. She stared with a mixture of
anger and sympathy on her pixie face. Her face lost the worry the moment the
call was picked up. “Hey, Dominick. What are you doing right now?”

Victoria tuned out the conversation. It was bad enough that
she’d let herself get this bad, but to have her friend have to make an
emergency “she needs to virtually fuck you or she’s going to lose it” call was
too much. She would have cried if she hadn’t been so tired.

She jumped when Gynger’s hand touched her shoulder. Victoria
hadn’t even heard her friend move, or perhaps she’d fallen asleep. The warmth
from her friend’s palm surprised her. Her body temperature must have started
dropping. She’d never gotten this bad this fast before—no wonder Gynger had
freaked out at the sight.

“Come on, I’m going to carry you into your bedroom. He’ll be
calling in just a sec.”

“I can’t believe I did this to myself. Gyn, what the hell is
wrong with me?”

With a grunt, her friend hefted Vic from the chair and half
carried, half dragged her toward her bedroom door. She tried to walk, tried to
help propel them forward, but she just didn’t have the strength. Panic skated
through her mind. Even when she’d starved herself in a stupid attempt at
suicide she’d never gotten this sick.

The softness of her comforter was wonderful under her aching
body. A feathery sigh left her lips. She wanted to burrow under the covers and
sleep. Screw dying—she didn’t really care.
You do care, and you know you do.
And you aren’t dying, you’re going through withdrawal.
She wanted to tell
the voice in her head to shut it, but her demon was right. She did care and
these were the classic symptoms of lust withdrawal. She didn’t want to die, but
she didn’t want to be tied so tightly to someone either.
Damned if you do,
damned if you don’t.
She snorted at her own thoughts.

“Here, you need the phone near you. Are you going to be able
to activate the magic?” Gynger’s voice was thick with concern.

“Yeah, I think so.” She did. Her demon was pushing against
her control. It knew that Dominick was going to be calling in a moment and it
wanted out. Her demon knew what to do to get them back on the up and up. Feed.
The word was being chanted in the back of her mind—the deep and cavernous voice
of her other persona was nearly doing cartwheels.

“Okay. I’m sticking around until you get in his head just to
make sure you can, then I’m out.”

The phone rang, saving Victoria from acknowledging the
implied threat in her friend’s words. If she couldn’t trigger the connection
Vic was sure that Gyn was going to be dragging some unsuspecting guy into the
room, even if death was his end.

Reaching for the phone took more energy than she had, but
with a shaky hand she grabbed the receiver and plopped it on her cheek. “Hey.”

“God, Victoria, what have you done to yourself? Connect with
me, hon.”

Just the smooth sound of his voice was enough for her demon
to roar through her defenses and take over. She knew she wasn’t gentle while
she buried her mental hooks into his brain. She couldn’t wait another instant
to be connected to him, even if it was magical and not physical.

The tingle from the merging was over quickly. A sigh of
relief slipped through her lips before she opened her eyes. She loved the feel
of his mind and his emotions, even if they were worry and fear.

“Victoria?”

The single word was enough to flip the switch in her mind.
Her demon took over, shoving the more civilized thoughts and emotions to the
back of her head. Her eyes opened and she scanned the room. Once again they
were in the same hotel room, but nothing mattered. She needed energy and she
was going to take it.

“Dominick, love.”

“Oh, don’t start that work voice thing with me. I can feel
your need clawing at me. Let me help.”

She crooked a finger at him, smiling seductively, and
waited. He wouldn’t refuse her, couldn’t. She felt the rise of his lust even as
he worried for her. She spread her legs as an additional invitation and finally
noticed that she wasn’t nude. A beautiful cream-colored satin gown hugged her
curves. It was warm and soft against her skin, but that wasn’t what she needed.
She wanted his naked skin pressed against hers. To have him inside her while
she fed from his lust for her.

His breath hitched and she knew she had him. With infinite
care she sat up and dragged the silky dress up her body. The entire time she
watched him. Again his face was fuzzy and unrecognizable, but she didn’t let
that bother her. She
needed
him more than anything else. It clawed at
her.

“Come, I want to feel you on my skin.”

“No.”

She growled, her demon clawing to come out.
No? He
refuses us?

“Don’t growl at me. I want this to mean something and not
just be a fix for you. I will feed you, will my energy into you, but it won’t
be a fast-and-furious fuck just because you want it.”

She watched him through slitted eyes. He stalked toward her,
slowly peeling off the black button-down shirt he had plastered to his body. It
parted to show tanned skin and her mouth watered. Perhaps he was right to take
it a little slower. She could savor the feel of passion flushing her skin and
making her pussy wet.

“Do you like what you see?” he whispered. His voice had
deepened and it brushed, warm and sensual, against her thoughts.

She nodded, eyes glued to his hands as he slowly unbuttoned
and unzipped his jeans. The tantalizing piece of skin he uncovered was enough
to make her moan. Another rush of hot moisture coated her pussy. The tease of
bare stomach and the spattering of hair that led her eye to the treasure hidden
in his pants was enough to drag a longing sigh from her. The demon inside
watched with rapt attention as well, finally relaxed and not trying to take
over.

“I wish this wasn’t because we had to, Vic. I wish you’d
called me because you wanted to see me, be with me, but I’ll take what I can.”
He sauntered—no, stalked toward her. His gait was predatory and made her
squirm.

When his hands slid to the waistband of his jeans she
silently groaned. Every cell yearned for him. Her hands twitched with the
demand to touch him. When he stepped within arm’s distance she didn’t stop herself
from reaching out and caressing his naked stomach. He felt so warm and hard
under her palms.

The shock of power that flooded her upon her first touch of
his skin nearly had her yanking her hands back. It blew through her barriers
and burned her from the inside out. Luscious, spectacular lust filled her. Her
eyes slid closed and she just savored the taste, the feel of it. Rich and
thick, like fine chocolate, it tempted her demon side. “Mmm, you are so tasty.”

He chuckled but didn’t move as she siphoned off more energy.
“You really were hungry, weren’t you? Tell me when you’re ready for me to
move.”

She nodded but continued to suck up as much power as she
could. It flowed through her veins, bringing her body temperature back up. It
slithered into her dark recesses, fed the pond of reserve energy she hadn’t
even known she had.

“Oh gods, Dominick. I feel so horrible, but I need more.”

“Feed, love. We don’t even need to have sex. I want you
well, enjoying chocolates and staring at your Etraza tree. I don’t like seeing
you like this.”

She didn’t like being like this either, and promised herself
that she’d never get to this point again. If she hadn’t had the option to call
Dominick she would have killed someone, sucked them completely dry of their
essence. No more. She’d feed, even if she didn’t want to, and behave like a
good succubus.

Her stomach should have been bloated. Or some other outward
measure of the amount of feeding she’d done in a short time should’ve shown.
She could feel the overload begin and she pulled her hands back, unsure how
she’d react if she continued siphoning. “Enough. If I take more I’ll be a
jittery mess. Thank you.”

He sat with her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and
pulled her in to his chest. Soft lips touched her temple. “Don’t thank me for
something I’d freely give you all the time. Now relax and let it work through
you. Tell me about your day.”

She grinned but couldn’t help it. She was sitting, naked,
touching someone nearly naked and he wanted to talk about her day. She fell a
little in love with him at that moment. Her heart gave a painful thud and her
demon purred in her head.

Turning in to his chest, she snuggled against him and
breathed deeply, relaxing into his embrace and savoring the connection she felt
with him. She started talking, filling him in on what had been going on,
mundane things, stuff that meant nothing to anybody but had some meaning to
her.

All the while she made patterns on his belly, tracing his
muscles and making them spasm under her fingers. Slowly she inched her circles
lower, brushing the coarse hair between the flaps of his pants. She could see
the bulge of his cock through the material and swallowed the giggle that
threatened to burst from her mouth when it twitched as she continued her
torturous swirls.

“You know, if you keep that up I won’t be able to keep from
touching you.” His voice was gravelly and stern, pushed through nearly clenched
teeth.

She smiled against his skin. “Perhaps that was the point.
Maybe I want you touching me and I was just trying to find a way to get you to
without asking.”

He groaned and shifted under her cheek. “You don’t ever have
to ask me, Victoria. Ever.”

Dominick moved fast, much faster than she’d have thought he
should be able to. He had her in his arms and was striding toward the bed in
one breath. She was sprawled on the bed and he was removing his pants in the
next. His cock sprang free of his jeans, erect and leaking pre-cum. Her mouth
watered for a taste and she licked her lips, pulling a groan from his.

“Gods, don’t look at me like that. I can’t take it. I’m
ready to explode already.”

“Then come up here. I want you. You obviously want me, so
what’s stopping you?” She was impatient and unaccustomed to having to beg a
male to bed her. It irked her, really it did, that he could stand there and not
be slobbering all over himself to be inside her.

She was taken by surprise when he launched himself at her
with a growl. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and moved them over her
head. His breath feathered across her cheek. “Don’t move, Vic. I mean it. I’m
strung out and want at you.”

In answer she spread her legs wide and hooked her hands
under the bottom of the scrolling metalwork on the headboard. She watched his
chest heave as he looked down her body. She could feel the move of his gaze
like a caress. Nipples pebbled when he took his fill of her breasts. Her
stomach trembled as he passed his eyes over her skin. Her pussy wept when he
finally stared at the apex of her thighs. A surge of lust, strong and pure,
poured off him and she groaned at its impact.

He wasn’t gentle with her, but he didn’t need to be. She was
wet and aching for him. Dominick fell forward, catching himself on his hands.
He hovered for a moment then shifted his pelvis, aiming his thick cock at her
wet opening. He groaned as he pushed into her with one slow, punishing glide.

“You are so hot and tight. Gods, what you do to me.” He
leaned down and captured a nipple between his lips. A flick of his tongue
against the nub had her arching her back.

“Please.” She moaned and begged, unsure what she wanted. In
answer to her plea he tilted his hips and pulled out of her cunt, dragging the
swollen head of his dick across her sensitive tissues. She thrashed her head on
the pillow. “Oh, do that again.”

He obliged with a grunt, pushing back into her with a faster
thrust then slowly dragging out again. Her pussy fluttered and an impending
orgasm swelled within. Each thrust pushed her closer, heated her more. When he
sucked the other nipple into his hot mouth she came in a storm of light and
warmth. Sensations flooded her as he continued to rock in and out of her,
thrusting to his own rhythm.