Silken Rapture: Princes of the Underground, Book 2 Page 18

  “I’ve been watching you,” Shirian’s voice whispered in his ear.

  He smiled, despite her taunting tone. A thrill of excitement coursed through him. He’d done it. His spells had allowed Shirian to enter Sanctuary.

  First the demon, soon the clone.

  “I know it,” Aubrey said calmly. He glanced to the left and saw the vague outline of Shirian’s form hovering in a blue mist.

  “I saw you on your knees with that human whore—Chesa you called her,” Shirian hissed. “You played the submissive very well. I wouldn’t have thought it, given our previous chats. I thought you were too powerful to go down on your knees.”

  “Only the ignorant believe there is weakness in occasional subservience. There is power in submitting. I find pleasure in it, sometimes as much as bending another to my will.”

  “You’ll never convince me of such nonsense.” The sound of her mocking laughter raised his hackles, although he took care to ensure she didn’t see his annoyance.

  “You have taunted me enough, Shirian. I know what you came here for. Touch the crystal.”

  Her laughter faded. Distantly, like an echo, he heard her soft pants of anticipation. She manifested into flesh before his very eyes. He knew she was evil to the core, but he couldn’t help but be awed by her beauty. She kept one hand on the crystal, and turned toward him, her long, coal black hair swishing around her hips. She’d taken form naked. He salivated as his gaze ran over her comely form.

  “I can smell your blood,” he murmured, a small smile shaping his mouth.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “It is a miracle, this crystal.” Her lips curved when she noticed his gaze on her full, thrusting breasts.

  “I was called the Jewel of the Nile.”

  “You are, indeed, beautiful.”

  Her red lips slanted into a cruel smile. With her free hand, she reached between her thighs. She was clean-shaven. Whether that was because she’d pictured herself that way before she’d taken form, or because that’s how she looked when her spirit had resided in flesh, he did not know.

  She parted her labia, showing him her fleshy gem.

  “I would have you kneel before me,” she purred.

  He moved quickly, so quickly that Shirian gasped in surprise when he had her turned. He forced her to bend over. He’d pulled one arm behind her back in a painful restraint and pushed her head downward with a grip at her neck. She was so intent on maintaining contact with the crystal, her resistance was minimal.

  “I am the master of you, demon,” Aubrey grated out between clenched teeth. “One word from me, and you will be smoke once again, wandering the tunnels. He grabbed a portion of thick hair at her nape and jerked her head up. “Go ahead. Mock me again, and I’ll say the word. Or take your hand off the crystal. You always have that way out, Shirian.”

  She made a strangled sound when he stretched her throat, but as he suspected, she didn’t try to speak. Shirian coveted flesh. She was too smart to forsake the opportunity to exist in it.

  And such lovely flesh it was, Aubrey thought as he stroked her bare bottom. He kept her hair bunched in his hand, her head drawn back at an awkward angle.

  “I will show you who is master between us, Shirian.”

  He drew his hand back and struck a buttock. Hard. She whimpered and fell forward slightly.

  “Put both of your hands on the crystal and brace yourself,” he said briskly, releasing his restraint on her wrist. “Or you can break contact, if you like. If you are mist, I cannot punish you. I’ll leave it up to you.”

  Her hair covered her face, but he imagined she gritted her teeth in fury beneath the obscuring black veil. He smiled when she slowly raised her free hand and braced herself. He brought his hand back and struck her buttocks, again and again.

  “Was the Jewel of the Nile ever punished before?” he taunted her as he cracked his palm against succulent flesh. “I expect an answer,” he said, smacking her hard. “What’s that? No? Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me. Perhaps if you had been, you wouldn’t have become such a selfish—heartless—bitch.” He ground out a word every time he landed his palm on flesh. She made a sound of deep frustration and he laughed.

  “You really believed you could rule me, didn’t you?” he muttered, amazed at her audacity. He glanced down, appreciating the sight of her smooth bottom blushing pink. He knew he was laying it on thick, but Shirian wasn’t a human. She was a demon, and he would see her submit. The more he forced her to, the more power he would have over her. In the world of magic, power could be banked like money. One could never have too much of it.

  Subjugation of a demon was never easy, and sometimes he chose to do it sexually. Given the circumstances, it was the perfect way to bend Shirian to his will.

  “Perhaps you could have ruled me, if you didn’t love this beautiful flesh so much, Shirian. As things stand, however, you are mine to do with as I please. Don’t move.”

  He straightened and headed toward an upholstered chair and ottoman. She turned her head, trying to see him through her thick hair.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, sounding furious and bewildered.

  “You’re punishment for your insolence isn’t over yet.”

  He shoved the cushioned ottoman along the polished wood floor with his foot. “I want your knees hugging that stool, your ass in the air, your head down. You can touch the crystal at the base.”

  “No,” she snarled.

  “Do you want me to say the word, Shirian? Funny thing about magic. If you piss me off enough, I will think the incantation so strongly, I won’t have to say it aloud. You will just find yourself in the tunnels again, powerless vapor. And know that if you do not submit to me, I will never summon you past the boundaries of Sanctuary and into the crystal room again. You will never again find yourself clothed in this beautiful flesh. Never.”

  She scurried to take the position he commanded. He helped her, since she needed to maintain contact with the crystal with at least one hand. A moment later, he stood back and inspected her. She knelt, her legs spread widely, her knees squeezing the opposite corners of the ottoman. Her torso slanted down, her hands bracing her against the bottom of the crystal and the floor. She was spread so thoroughly that her clit, pink pussy and anus were all exposed to his appreciative gaze. He saw how her ribs contracted and expanded, and knew that the position was not a comfortable one for her to hold.

  He stroked her bottom, reminding her of his power. The globes of her cheeks were warm and firm.

  “Will you just get this over with?” she snarled.

  “Certainly. If you wish.”

  He moved away from her and gathered a few items. He’d come prepared for this ritual, and had carried more than his instruments of magic to the crystal room. Although, in these circumstances, these items were as much instruments of magical demon control as the athame, a chalice or censers and incense.

  He tied a rubber fastener at the tops of her thighs, just beneath her buttocks. It bit into her tender flesh, but he was careful not to fasten it too tight. The restraint limited her movement, and increased her discomfort, but beyond that, he enjoyed how much it plumped her buttocks from below.

  “Ouch. That hurts,” Shirian mumbled.

  “Then you must learn to endure it, Shirian. I have told you there is power in submitting. When we are through with your lesson, you will begin to equate submitting, and yes, a small measure of pain, with power. If you do submit, I will allow you longer and longer periods in flesh. If you are very compliant, I may even find a way for you to remain clothed in flesh for days at a time—almost permanently.”

  She made an angry, rebellious sound in her throat, but for a split second before she had, he’d sensed her peaked interest. He responded by picking up the paddle and whacking her ass. He continued for several minutes to paddle her, his strokes firm and unrelenting, if not cruel. He guessed that the humiliation was enough to conquer Shirian, and excessive pain was not typically his primary means of subjugati
on.

  He knew he’d been correct in his estimation when she tearfully begged him to stop a while later.

  “Your spanking will be finished when you ask me politely to fuck you in the ass,” he told her before he paddled her again. He sensed how tense she became at his words, but he didn’t waver before he smacked her ass yet again.

  “I am the Queen and Pharaoh of Egypt. I do not take it in the ass.”

  “You were once the Queen and Pharaoh of Egypt. Once. Long, long ago. You once didn’t take it in the ass. You were one of the only women in Egyptian history to hold both titles at once. I’ve heard about your ceremonies of subjugation. You wore a strap-on dildo and forced the leader of vanquished enemies to bend over so that you could show his watching troops who his new master was. Traditionally, the pharaohs allowed the fallen leader the choice of death or submission, and many chose death. But when Shirian the Magnificent came to power, she disposed of the choice. They all bent over for you, didn’t they, Bitch?” He emphasized the last by grabbing one of her plump buttocks and giving it a stinging downward slap with the paddle. “But that was once, Shirian. Now you are nothing but a nasty, petulant little demon.”

  She cursed him viciously in ancient Egyptian.

  “You can always let go of the crystal,” he mocked softly.

  She made a choking, tearful sound, but her hands on the crystal did not waver.

  He stepped back and inspected her spread pussy. He smiled. “Despite your protests, you’re getting very creamy, Shirian.” He shoved two fingers into her slit, causing a wet sound as he stirred in her tissues, forcing her to not only feel, but hear her submission.

  She moaned brokenly.

  “That’s right,” he said soothingly as he began to finger-fuck her. “There’s no shame in it. Tell me you’d like my cock in your ass. Tell me you’d like me to use you for my pleasure.”

  “No. Never,” she groaned even as she began to shift her hips to get better friction against his fingers.

  He withdrew and began to paddle her ass again. She growled in rising frustration. When her buttocks felt tight and hot beneath his stroking fingertips, he paused.

  “I can see it will take more to convince you,” he murmured as he set down the paddle. He picked up a slender butt plug and lubricated it. He heard her groan and glanced up to see she’d turned her head and was watching him with one wide, dark eye. He merely smiled before he pressed the rubber instrument against her anus.

  She moaned loudly when he started to push it in.

  “Don’t be dramatic. It’s not very large,” he murmured humorously. His amusement slowly faded as he watched himself push the tool fully into her rectum. He could tell by the level of pressure that was required that she was very tight. He did not perform this ceremony for his own pleasure, but for the purpose of power.

  It would, however, be a delight to fuck the demon-bitch’s virgin ass.

  Her moans sounded a little desperate. He glanced down and inspected her flagrantly exposed sex. Sure enough, her labia, clit and slit glistened with arousal.

  “You know what you have to do, Shirian,” he crooned before he applied light pressure on the butt plug and landed a brisk spank on a cheek.

  For a moment, she did not speak. She appeared to be holding her breath.

  “It will be just this one time?” she asked brokenly.

  He caressed her hot bottom. “I sincerely doubt it. You are surely destined to be punished.”

  A long pause ensued.

  “All right,” she sniffed finally.

  “All right, what?”

  Another pregnant pause.

  “You can do it,” she whispered.

  “I told you…ask for it.”

  She made a strangled sound of distilled frustration. “How did you know?” she blurted out tearfully.

  “How did I know what?”

  “That I would make them—the fallen leaders—ask for it.”

  He chuckled and began to unfasten his pants. “I would expect nothing less of you, Shirian. But now, you will be the one to do the asking.” He shucked off his pants and underwear and picked up a bottle of lubricant. “Go on,” he said as he poured a quantity of the fluid on his cock and began to rub it everywhere. He was hard as stone.

  “Fuck me in the ass,” she said so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.

  “Louder,” he ordered as he moved behind her. He lowered over her body, trying to find the right angle for penetration. He ended up with one foot remaining on the floor, the knee of the other leg poised on the ottoman to give him added balance and strength. Unable to resist the temptation spread before him, he flicked Shirian’s swollen clit in a quick tease.

  She gasped.

  “Fuck me in the ass, you bastard,” she hissed.

  “You’ll have to be more polite than that, demon,” he said as he untied the strap beneath her buttocks.

  He removed the dildo, but kept open the tiny hole with his thumb and forefinger.

  “Fuck me…please,” she said.

  “With pleasure,” he assured. He pressed the tip of his cock to the opening. “It will not be pleasant for you at first. If you work past your discomfort—if you truly submit—you might find pleasure, Shirian. But I doubt it, this first time.”

  “Fuck you,” he heard her say in his head, and knew her emotion had been so strong at the moment, he’d read her mind. He laughed softly.

  “On the contrary,” he murmured before he grasped her naked hips and thrust his cock into her ass. Their groans twined. He hadn’t meant to make a sound, but the feeling of piercing the tight opening and her incredible heat, had taken him by surprise. As if to make up for his temporary vulnerability, he began to immediately fuck her, never giving her time to become accustomed to having a large, hard cock penetrating virgin territory. His pelvis began to slap against her reddened ass in a relentless rhythm.

  She moaned in discomfort.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked as he continued.

  “No,” she grated out between clenched teeth.

  “Liar. I’m not giving it to you half as hard as you deserve. I’m not giving it to you a quarter as hard as what you gave those poor men who bent over for you before their troops. If you disobey me in the future, Shirian, if you as much as hint at our acquaintance to Morshiel, I will know it. I will call an audience here to watch your humiliation, and you will know firsthand what you forced those men to endure.”

  She whimpered, and he knew she’d believed him.

  She should.

  He tightened his hold on her, squeezing her buttocks around his pillaging cock. Normally in a sexual subjugation, he would focus elsewhere, making sure the lesson was learned well by his subject. But it was a trial with Shirian to remain on task. She was so beautiful, and her ass was so tight…

  “Flesh becomes you,” he grated out as he slammed his cock into her again and again. “Your blood is hot. I feel it all around me.”

  She turned her head slightly at that. He saw her full, parted lips beneath a swath of pitch-black hair.

  “You may drink it,” she said, sounding hopeful.

  His cock lurched in her tight clasp.

  “Silence,” he shouted, tempted more than he’d wanted by her offer. It would be dangerous, to drink demon-blood. “You are learning a lesson. This isn’t about your pleasure.”

  He continued to fuck her relentlessly, using every ounce of his restraint to stretch the moment and not climax. When he finally heard the sound of her soft weeping, he held her hips and jerked her back against his cock at the same moment that he thrust forward with force, keeping his cock high and hard in her.

  “Say the words, Shirian,” he barked.

  “I, Shirian the Magnificent,” she began in a quavering voice, “called Great of Praises, Great Royal Wife, once Queen and Pharaoh of the kingdom of Egypt, submit to you…Aubrey Cane.”

  He withdrew with a gasp, gritting his teeth in agony. He released his mental restraint. The boiling pressure in
his balls ignited. He exploded in a hot, glorious rush. He breathed deeply, striving to focus and calm his mind, even as he continued to ejaculate on Shirian’s reddened, smooth ass. He could not afford to lose himself in pleasure. Not with a demon.

  By the time the shudders of orgasm had stopped racking his body, he was perfectly calm. He stepped away and reached for his clothing, quickly donning it. Given the wolf-characteristics conferred to him by Blaise, his cock was uncomfortably swollen in its post-climactic state. It’d been why he’d come outside of Shirian. The last thing he wanted was to be locked to a demon—vulnerable—after he’d only just forced her first submission.

  “You may get up, Shirian,” he said quietly. He helped her to stand and shoved aside the ottoman. She immediately turned and faced him, one hand still maintaining contact with the crystal. Her beautiful face was wet with tears. Hatred and uncertainty blazed in her black eyes in equal measure.

  “You said there would be pleasure if I submitted,” she spat. “You are a clumsy lover.”

  He smiled. It would be a never-ending challenge to control her, but control her he would.

  “I said there might be. You have much to learn in regard to submission. Besides, we both know that I wasn’t making love to you just now, Shirian. I was completing another step in my plan.”

  Her nostrils flared. “That’s what I am? A step in your plan?”

  He chuckled and stepped aside to retrieve a towel. “Yes. I need you in order to rule this underground kingdom. I need you to help me destroy Morshiel and kill Blaise.”

  “No one can kill Blaise excerpt for Morshiel. No one can vanquish Morshiel, except for perhaps those bloody Magian bastards, and they don’t appear to be in any hurry to do it. Even if you contrive to give Morshiel victory over Blaise, Morshiel will still live.”

  “So it would seem, given traditional logic,” he said as he approached her with the towel. “Let me dry you.”

  “No. I will do it,” Shirian said, grabbing for the towel.

  “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice ringing with power. Her submission earlier carried magical weight. She had no choice but to turn, presenting her backside to him.