BROKEN
"I know you're here." Leora fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself and peek over her shoulder. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and straightened up. The echo of her designer stilettos tapping on the worn wood floor let out a much deeper and richer tone than her normal work pumps, but they were worth the expense. He would notice the difference.
Silence answered her words. She closed her eyes and inhaled. The change in the air the electric sizzle that indicated his arrival intensified. Damn him to Hell for making her wait. She shook her head. He was already in Hell. She would have to damn him somewhere else.
She opened her eyes, glancing at her watch and the window. The sky was black. Every minute he wasn't here was one minute less she would have. She returned her hand to her hip, not able to watch the seconds count down.
"If you knew I was here, then why are you looking at the time?" His voice surrounded her as it did the first time she heard it twenty years ago. As a four-year-old she would have called his tone strong. At twelve it was healing. By the time she was sixteen she would have called it sexy. Today, his voice was heated as it coiled around her, squeezing her, making it hard to breathe.
"You know better than to doubt me." He chuckled.
Doubt. She wasn't certain doubt was the right word. More like anticipation. But she always did doubt he would show. She supposed her disbelief was her punishment for having expectations. "No, you’ve never broken a promise to me." She lifted her head, and remembering he taught her never to show her weakness, she turned.
Dolan never changed. Her whole body froze, reacting to his presence and allowing herself the time to take him in, though she knew every one of his features by heart.
Until she turned eight, she didn't realize how evil exuded from him. Different than monsters or devils, his evil was shrouded in dirty blond hair that grazed his shoulders, a face both masculine and beautiful, and one naughty dimple on the left side of his smile. No one would ever suspect who or what they encountered.
Only his copper eyes revealed he was something other than human.
By the fourth time he came to her, she knew enough to realize his body was sinful. His tall frame filled out his clothes, allowing her to assess every muscle, ridge and bulge. Tonight, he stayed true to his classic fit and style choices in a pair of black jeans and a matching button-down shirt.
He tilted his head. "You look older."
She forced herself to blink and to remember her goal. "Then I assume I am at last old enough to be a fit for a demon." She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him. The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed.
He put his hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. "This old song and dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?"
His words hit her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him. "Never."
"You were smart last time. Why don't you release me so I can do what I came here for." He glanced down at her and then shifted his focus beyond her. "I have needs as well."
"Tonight I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of his shirt. "You always told me to take control."
He shook his head. "A lesson you learned well."
She reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time, but tonight I am the one you need."
He grabbed her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."
She stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me, Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing herself for his retaliation.
"I thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He pressed his palm to the side of her face.
Heat radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book."
His jaw tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."
"You came back." Her heart rate increased, but she stayed her ground, pushing until she got her desired end.
"You made me promise."
"Who says a demon keeps a promise? Aren't you supposed to lure unsuspecting woman into your depraved traps? Why would you keep a promise to a mistake?"
"Because I'm forced to." He never took his eyes off her and moved his hand down her cheek to her neck. "Maybe the biggest mistake I made was not realizing how unsuspecting you are." His hand traveled to her chin where he rested his thumb on her lower lip. "You only want what you want, and you don't even know what that is."
"My wants are the only reality there is. I have the power." Fire flashed in his eyes as she practically quoted him. His finger moved with her lip.
"Fine, you will at last get what you want. Your reality tonight will be to see what a real demon can do." He pressed his thumb down and smeared her lipstick down her chin.
She pushed herself into him. "Promise?"
Two paths faced Dolan the moment he materialized. He could convince his naughty protégé to let him leave, or he would have to use her to complete his job. All other options were gone, vanished like he did at sunrise. There were no more chances or explanations. Not after last time when she let him go and he did nothing.
Tonight the cravings and urges were more intense than ever, as if the powers that be turned up the volume to force him to act. Now when presented with a Leora who was even more magnificent than last time and just as selfish, he had his answer.
At long last, she would get her wish.
He moved his hand away from her mouth, her red lipstick staining his thumb and his chin, a metaphor for her blood. "Leora."
"It's your choice, Dolan." She snaked her arms around his waist and looked up at him as a willing victim.
His human body took no time reacting to her attention. He ground his teeth together, in a last effort to resist. Her red hair hung halfway down her back in a vibrant, shining ribbon that framed those gleaming grey eyes. The red lipstick she used to entice him worked, and he tried marring her perfect application to remind himself of his nature.
Yes, she was perfection. Her burgundy wrap dress took the shape of every curve, and the low cut neckline let him take in her endless cleavage, an indulgence he never let himself have.
"I won't beg, Dolan, but I won't let you go." She lifted her chin to him in challenge. "You took my life. I won't wait anymore."
"You destroyed my existence." The time between was now spent in isolation or worse.
"For all I care, you can stand here with your hard-on all night. It’s your decision how to use it." She slithered her hand down his leg and traced the outline of his erection.
His cock jerked under her touch, sending heated need throughout him. He wouldn't spend another visit unfulfilled and suffering. It was time to turn the odds in his favor. He knew she would be a beauty, but he made sure she would be a bitch. She deserved this and his choice was made. He grabbed her face to ensure she caught his gaze. "You will never know satisfaction again." He needed to remind himself that she was simply another human.
"Do you promise?" She narrowed her eyes and gave him a squeeze.
He held himself steady, wouldn't give her any hint as to the effect she was having on him. "Yes, I do." He tightened his hold and waited for her to officially accept.
"I want you, Dolan. I want everything you've ever denied me. It's all mine." Her breath caught. "I always told you that you're mine."
Success, and with success came satisfaction. Though they hadn't yet begun, his balls swelled along with his need. Last time, he wanted her but saved her. By the time the sun he never saw rose, he would be satiated and she would be broken. He reached down to the tie on her dress and unknotted it, pulling the fabric apart. "Then you shall have it." He bent down and buried his face in her breasts to hide a smile. She knew what he was, but didn't know exactly what he did. In her mind an incubus was a sexy creature that doled out evil pleasure. What she never found out was there were many different types.
At long last he would have his release and get retribution for all she took from him. Tonight he would take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness. Her orgasm.
Dolan was magic. A mystical being of the night, one who could create art out of nothing, or heal her, one who made her safe. He was constant. Even if it was every four years.
He told her she would never know satisfaction again. She added that into the many rules he gave her throughout the years. But for the first time, he was wrong. She may never know satisfaction again, but she’d never had satisfaction before. There had been other men, but no right one, no Dolan.
He was hers, and he always returned.
He was magic.
She had to make him want her.
Her dress didn't require anything but untying a simple bow to fall open. With one shrug of her shoulders, the garment fell to the floor. Now she stood before him in a burgundy lace bra, matching barely-there panties, and the over-priced stilettoes. The way he instantly feasted on her breasts let her know she made the right decision. The way her body tingled and heated at his ministrations told her he was the one.
Before they moved forward, she pulled him up. Things had to be even.
He stood. "Do you need something?" The corner of his mouth twitched as if fighting a smile.
She reached forward and unbuttoned his shirt. As she suspected, he presented her with a vast expanse of smooth chest, only interrupted by the outlines of his muscles and his own set of hard nipples. At last, after all this time she was able to really touch him, and she petted across the landscape he provided.
"I see you approve." His hand returned to her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple, keeping her arousal growing.
She moved closer and licked her lips, preparing herself for their first kiss of the night.
He tilted his head back not giving her access to his mouth, but instead to his neck.
"All right." She redirected herself, sucked his neck and his Adam's apple, sampling his unexpected sweet taste. She scratched her nail down his chest until her hand hit his belt buckle. With one hand, she undid the buckle as well as the button and zipper to his pants.
He wore no underwear and she reached in and retrieved her prize.
His erection sprung to life, and she swept her fingers up and down his ample length, made even more spectacular since this area matched his chest and was hairless. However, the most outstanding attribute was its girth. Thick and solid, there was no way she would be able wrap her hand all the way around him. She wanted him inside her. This was hers to take.
"Harder." He put his hand over hers and squeezed.
She heeded his command and tightened her hold, taking in his velvet skin that encased pure muscle.
"That's good, Leora." He rubbed her back, put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down.
At first she resisted, wanting him to tend to her first, but then realized the power she held. She could make him drool for her. Throughout her experience with men, no one ever truly wanted her. Now was her time.
She lowered herself to her knees, kept firm hold of his root and encompassed him with her mouth. Many times she imagined doing this to Dolan. These visions kept her going through horrific dates and scant few terrible relationships. In her mind, he went mad with desire with what she could do to him and he would never leave her again.
At first she was overwhelmed, straining her jaw and mouth to accommodate him, but she slowed down, breathing in his masculine scent and giving herself a moment to relax in order to perform. Once she took him in, she began, using her hand as an extension of her mouth to ensure every inch was taken care of.
"Yes." He kneaded his fingers into her hair and moved with her.
She took time to massage his balls. They filled her hands, tight and overflowing. Soon he would be inside her.
"Like that."
She pulled back, leaving only the head inside her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip, lapping up a drop of pre-cum. He might not be human, but his tangy, salty taste told her he was all man.
She devoured him. The mere act of having him in her mouth thrilled her, making her own want grow. With him in her mouth, she slid a hand between her thighs, needing some of her own relief.
"Stand up." In one abrupt move, he stepped back and pulled her up.
"What's wrong?" His taste still lingered on her lips, and her heart pounded with his sudden change.
He took her hand. "There will be no touching yourself."
"Is that one of your rules?" She ran her tongue over her teeth to remind him of what he was missing.
"Yes. I am in control. No touching yourself. I will take care of you."
A jolt ran through her. She wanted him to take control.
He reached behind her and unhooked her bra with one hand. Without any excuse or fanfare, he pulled the unwanted piece off her, tossing it aside and cradled one breast in the palm of his hand.
She held her breath.
He did the same with the other breast, as if assessing them and then rubbed his hand across her already tight nipple.
His light touch stirred her stomach and flooded her body. She concentrated on remaining still.
He rolled her one nipple between two fingers and took the other into his mouth, alternately using his tongue to create laps of perfect circles and then going in with his teeth for gentle nibbles. No one ever took their time with her, concentrated on the smallest details for her enjoyment. She fulfilled one of her own fantasies as she combed her fingers through his hair.
His tongue glided between her breasts and his hand crept down, tracing the tiny triangle of her panties, his fingertip stopping and applying pressure right on her clit. "Someone is seeping through the fabric."
She squirmed against him, intensifying the friction, but it wasn't enough. They couldn't continue here, standing in the middle of the living room. "Dolan." She glanced around. Time had ravaged this house, she didn't keep it up, and now it was a dusty, empty, sepia space with nothing alive but the two of them, and Dolan's status was questionable. She wanted to lie down, have him kiss her on the mouth, feel his weight on her as he took her in his arms.
He looked up at her. His copper eyes glowed as he sneaked his fingers inside her panties, separating her folds. "You rang?"
Liquid heat ran through her. "We can't stay here."
He slipped a finger inside her.
She gyrated her hips in reflex.
"Does that feel good?" He added a second digit and his thumb pressed against her clit.
She shut her eyes. All the sensations melded with years of wanting him, and quickly, she neared a climax. "Oh, Dolan."
"Not so fast." He removed his hand.
She struggled to breathe and her legs gave out. The floor seemed to disappear as he caught her. "I was there." Her center throbbed with unfulfilled need.
"You will be there more than you think." He walked through the house. "You said we couldn't stay here."
"There's nowhere to go."
Her body bounced against his chest as he climbed the stairs. She didn't know where he could possibly take her, until he kicked open the door to one of the spare bedrooms. Like the rest of her old residence, it was dead and desolate.
"You forget what I am." He entered and swiped his hand around the room.
She held on to him and shook her head. In an instant the room transformed, not to what it had been when she lived here, but into a bedroom fit for any bordello. A four-poster bed with black and gold bedding provided the centerpiece for a room dripping in red velvet and illuminated by at least fifty candles. "I didn't forget." She looked up at him. No reminding was necessary.
Dolan was magic, and in this room, she would finally know true pleasure.
Any human man would be obsessed with Dolan's job. They would positively envy him.
They didn't understand the flip side. The curse.
Now he had a gorgeous, aroused woman lying beneath him on the bed, ready for him to take her in any way he desired. He would have a more than willing recipient for any amoral act he wanted to perform, but what may start as attraction or arousal only ended in desperation.
He tried to remember she asked for this, pushed him until he had no choice. She always wanted him, and this was the only way he would ever know peace. He conjured the black silk sheets and pillows as the perfect backdrop to her flawless skin and shining hair.
She reached for him, her pink lips still tinged with a bit of color and swollen from sucking on him. "Kiss me."
Last time he kissed her. He kissed her and all he wanted to do is hold her and kiss her again. In the process he forgot to curse her and only ended up torturing himself by stopping.
Every female wanted the kissing. He figured it created some false connection they needed. But there was one major difference with this woman and the many, many others who came before her.
They had history. She didn't hope for the kissing. She expected it, and the connection.
He moved his face closer to hers. Her breathing stopped, and she waited.
Before his lips could graze hers, his mouth found her shoulder and worked his way down. He needed to get to work, he would need to be inside her soon, but he wanted to ensure she got everything he was able to give her.
"Oh," she breathed.
"There is some kissing I didn't get to finish before." He gave quick notice to her breasts, and continued down her flat stomach until once more he was met with her panties. Her scent beckoned him, soap and perfume mixed with that distinct tang all human females tried to hide. She prepared for this night, removed her hair and doted on herself in order to make him more attracted to her. This fed and fueled him. Now the lingerie meant to invite him became an annoyance, and he tore the thin fabric off her.
"You want me." She propped herself up on her elbows.
"It's about time you provided me with something other than conversation and inconvenience." No, he directly tell her the words she wanted to hear, though if he were a praying entity he would pray he didn't want her. Instead he lowered his head and began to satiate himself.
She lay wet, open, ready for penetration, and he used his tongue to lap up the juice she created in response to him. It was a feast for his taking.
"Oh, yes." She squirmed and spread her legs.
He moved her lips apart, making sure not to miss a drop, and allowed her to have two fingers while he went after her pearl.
He pulled back the thin sheath that covered her most sensitive part and flicked his tongue against her.
"Dolan!" She bucked her hips.
He finally gave in and wrapped his lips around her, suckling and drawing her closer.
"Oh God." She grabbed his hair. "More."
He acquiesced, slipped another finger inside her, sucked harder. His own arousal pulsed. Damn it, he did want her. Not any random woman, but her.
She twisted his hair in her hand and panted. "I'm there."
He let her go a moment more, ensured she was at the edge.
The way she tensed told him she thought she was going to let go.
He stopped, raised his head and removed his fingers.
"Dolan, no!" She fell back on the bed and reached down for herself.
He swatted her hand away. "Not now." He returned his hand to her center and slinked up beside her. This is how the game began, but he wasn't playing.
She moved with him. "When?"
Yes, most human men would envy him. They didn't understand the curse. He would never know the joy of bringing a woman to climax. "Not now." He wasn't allowed to care anymore, he was too far gone, and he prodded her forward again.
"Please, Dolan." She didn't know how long they lay there, hours were meaningless, and she lost count at how many times he brought her to the brink and pulled her away. Her body wanted to pulsate and contract, yet he wouldn't allow it, kept stopping short of letting her take the plunge. "Are you waiting until you're inside me?"
"I'm not waiting for anything." He put his fingertip on her clit for less than a second. "I'm doing my job."
She jerked her hips toward him. "I want you inside me."
"Do you think you're ready?" He pursed his lips and blew on her.
Her breath caught, and she didn't move. If he continued, maybe she would come this way.
He blew a bit harder.
She shut her eyes, focusing all her concentration on the miniscule amount of pressure he allowed her.
His tongue skimmed over her once more. Was he going to start all over? He took only one lap at her and then the blowing resumed.
She pressed her lips together, stifling a cry. Her legs tensed until her muscles trembled in protest. A little more, that was all she needed, the smallest amount, she could climax now, and then do it again when he made love to her.
Everything, her whole life, centered on Dolan and the air that grazed over her.
Once again, he stopped.
Her lungs heaved for air. "Dolan!" Her voice was strained, pushed to the limit like the rest of her body. The bed moved, and she opened her eyes. He stood before her at the foot of the bed. His body shined, outlining every muscle, but all she could concentrate on was his erection. She tasted it, she touched it, now she needed to feel it inside her. She swallowed and watched as he cupped his balls.
"Is this what you want?" He touched himself.
Her mind reeled, a swirling vortex of thoughts that focused only on him making love to her with that magnificent cock. She nodded.
He let go of himself, hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her down until her ass was flush with the end of the bed.
She bent her knees and rested her feet on the mattress, spreading herself open for him. Her juices dripped, making her squirm.
He moved closer, his gaze traveling all over her body, her breasts, her stomach and her center. She tangled her hands in the sheets. "Please."
"Now, you're ready." Rather than a sharp thrust to quench her ache, he slipped into her in one slow, smooth motion, taking his time to fill her.
He took an equal amount of time withdrawing, almost to the point of him pulling out altogether.
She whimpered.
With a moan, he continued the torture. A gradual ingress with not enough pressure, followed by the agony of his egress where she thought she would lose him.
"Dolan." She held her hand out toward him and lifted her hips, trying to get him to stay embedded within her. "More." She sucked in her breath. It wasn’t possible she could be more aroused by his teasing. She had to have all of him. "More."
Rather than grabbing her, he took hold of the bedpost and sped up with more power. His body was glorious, his muscles on his chest and stomach contracting and expanding with his effort.
"Ah." Though she wanted him to lie on top of her, to kiss her, to lose control, or even to let her get on top and ride him to oblivion. Instead, she restrained herself, allowing herself to lap up everything he gave her. Again, her end was in reach, and she met his every movement. At last they found their rhythm. Her eyes closed halfway, making the world blurry. "That's good."
He rewarded her compliment by grinding into her.
"Yes." Her body took over, and her heart sped up. Again she was there, inching toward the edge of the cliff. This time she had to come. She forgot herself and his rules. As she hit that one moment where she would fall into bliss, she reached to touch herself.
"Leora!" He caught her wrist and withdrew, leaving only the head of his cock inside her.
Her body seized. The gratification that was almost hers dissipated. She pressed her ass into the bed, trying for any relief. "What are you doing?" She jerked her hand away from him, wrapping her arms around herself and shutting her eyes.
"You wanted to sleep with a demon. I warned you." He slid all the way inside her, but didn't move.
She bit her lip. His game, his teasing, and the way he edged her on, making her plead for more was secretly what she dreamed of, but she also wanted to orgasm. She wanted him to want her. The way he acted, he could stop at any time and go watch a ball game. "Don't you want me?"
"What more proof do you need?" He gave her one shallow stroke.
His lone push into her was enough to make her muscles clamp down around him, only furthering the torment. "Don't stop."
"Aren't you getting what you wanted all along?" He drew his hand up her leg over to her hip.
She didn't answer. Her whole body was inflamed and burning. "I don't know."
"Tell me what you want." He left her body.
She shook her head, wanting to cry at the loss.
He repositioned her, turning her to her side with her legs together and caressed her bottom. "Tell me."
She pressed her lips together when he rubbed himself over her wet opening and she finally combusted. "I want you to fuck me!"
He drove into her as she wanted before. He held onto her leg for leverage and pounded hard enough to cause the bed to hit the wall. The only other sound in the room besides her gasping for air was their skin slapping together.
"Yes." He didn't call out to her. His word leaving his lips was more like a hiss of serpent.
"Please, don't stop." Any thoughts of being with him, having him want her disappeared, leaving her sole focus on her long sought after climax. At last, her fulfillment was speeding at her, an out of control car with only one place to crash.
She reached out, trying to grasp anything for support and only finding the pillow she tossed aside earlier. Now she used it as a life preserver, as she floated toward ecstasy, and she bit down on the pillow to hide her screams.
It was here, it had to be, all the signs were there. She panted and clawed at the bed, her orgasm within reach. He wasn't stopping, in fact, he was pummeling his body against hers.
"Now! Please." The trembling started first. Every inch of her shook, the precursor to the real quake. She broke out in a sweat, making her icy hot.
He leaned forward, bracing himself on either side of her, but he kept on giving her everything.
Nothing happened.
Her body teetered on the apex, not certain which way to go, and chose instead to remain balanced at the top, where lust strangled her and rapture stayed out of reach. She held her breath, bore down, tried to contract her muscles, to spur it on to no avail.
The room spun, the more he indulged her the worse it became until the agony of denial broke through her senses. "Stop!" She struggled for air. "Please stop, I can't take it." She let go of the pillow and covered her eyes.
He may be a demon, but he was gentleman enough to not waste any time pulling out. His labored breath brushed her shoulder, and she shuddered. Every skin cell was raw, exposed, any contact, misery.
"Do you need a break?" He moved off to one side.
Her arousal didn't wane, she could only squeeze her legs together, but nothing offered relief, the need wasn't fading as it should. She would need to take control of the demon herself, seize the power as he taught, but she couldn't move. "Yes."