Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith) (10 page)

But he did it anyway, making himself blond, with wide
shoulders, a square, golden-stubbled jaw, and blue eyes.

"You may call me Sven," he intoned solemnly, and
was gratified when she giggled.

"Oh that's
awesome!
" Katie said, with
genuine admiration.

Thus encouraged, Andras shifted through his standard set of
disguises. The last was a female guise—golden-haired and beautiful, but much
too tall for most of the past centuries.

It
had
been very useful on those occasions when he'd
been hunted by people looking for a dark-haired man.

Katie
oohed
and
aaahed
appreciatively at each
shift in hair color, skin color, and facial features. When Andras returned to
his real self, she asked. "Which one is your favorite?"

"This one." He resumed the glamour he had been
wearing during his sojourn in this city. "It's the closest human
equivalent of my true form."

"Yeah," agreed Katie, squinting a little as she
studied him. He guessed that she was trying to pierce his glamour, and wondered
if she was succeeding. "It does look more like you—the
real
you, I
mean—than, um, Sven. Though Sven is pretty hot."

He resumed his seat across from her. "Is there anything
else you'd like to ask me?"

"Lots," she said instantly. Then her expression
grew serious. "Andras, how old are you?"

He blew out a breath. "Promise you won't freak
out?"

Katie rolled her eyes. "I didn't freak out at the wings
and the shape-shifting, did I?"

"Good point," he was forced to agree. "All
right. I'm
really
old. When Amanda and I were born, Rome was still a
republic. We were adults by the time Julius Caesar was assassinated."

"That's—" Katie hesitated. "Julius Caesar? As
in, 'beware the Ides of March?'" He raised a wry eyebrow and she said,
indignantly, "What? I saw that
Rome
series!" "

He laughed. "That's one of the few films that comes anywhere
close to depicting what the city was really like, back then."

"You're a lot older that I would have guessed."
She chewed on her lip for a few moments. "I guess I can live with that. If
you're okay with me being so young."

"You know, I don't necessarily
feel
any older
now than I did back then. I just have more experiences to draw on, and more cultural
contexts." He smiled at her, and she smiled back. "Did Amanda mention
our older sister, Korinna?"

Katie nodded.

"Well, she is several hundred years older than us—the
Children of Lilith aren't very fertile, and the fact that our parents had
three
children, even spaced far apart, is considered quite remarkable."

"Wait—your parents? Katie looked boggled. "They're
still alive? I mean, Amanda mentioned that they've visited but—"

"Yes, very much alive," Andras said. "Though
they try to stay out of the limelight. My mother is—
was
human, and
though she is now immortal, she can't create a
glamour
. It's always made
changing identities troublesome, and now, in an age of global electronic
record-keeping, it's especially challenging."

"Oh." Katie went back to chewing her lip again,
clearly digesting the mass of revelations that their breakfast had brought.

He sipped his coffee slowly, giving her time to think.
Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he said, "Now that you know the
truth, what do you want to do?"

Her guilt-ridden expression returned. "I—I'd like to
keep dating you," she said. "If you can forgive me for cheating on
you. God, I feel so horrible about that!"

Andras hoped that her regrets over what had happened
wouldn't linger to poison the relationship. He studied her haunted eyes and her
aura, whose brightness looked curdled with her internal conflict.

What Katie needed, he decided, was catharsis.

"You remember the deal we made?" he asked.
"That if you broke your promise to me, you had a choice: end the
relationship or accept my punishment."

Katie swallowed visibly, and nodded.

"I want to continue dating you as well, Katie,"
said Andras. "Your sexual energy is irresistible to me. And you are kind
and beautiful and have a lively mind. So, will you accept my punishment?"

She nodded.

Andras rose and walked around the table. "Stand
up," he commanded.

Katie obeyed. She stood, looking apprehensive.

Slowly, he reached out and cradled her face in his hands.
Then he did what he had wanted to do since she opened the door: he kissed her.
Thoroughly.

She returned the kiss enthusiastically, sliding her hands up
around his neck, clinging to him. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his
chest, and he felt her arousal kindle and infuse her aura, brightening its
color from electrum to gold. It felt like sunlight against his skin, warming
him.

"You're cold," she murmured, when he finally drew
back. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm hungry," he told her, and let his glamour
dissolve. He felt renewed delight and relief when she did not flinch at the
sight of his true form.

He gripped her hand, and led her into the living room. There,
he released her and stepped back. He crossed his arms and assumed his sternest
expression.

"Strip," he ordered. "It's time to begin your
punishment."

She licked her lips nervously. "Is this, um, going to
be the 'happy fun times' kind of punishment or, um, the
other
kind?"

Andras smiled at her, his hunger fully awakened by the kiss.
"Well, it's going to be fun for
me
. Strip."

* * *

Katie shivered as she stood before her
intimidating...boyfriend?
No.
That was way too wimpy a word for someone
like Andras. Someone she had promised to submit to.

My incubus master.

Andras stood in the middle of her living room as he waited
for her to obey, his muscled arms crossed over his broad, gray-skinned chest, staring
at her with green eyes cold as ice. And those beautiful, impossible
gray-feathered wings swept out behind his shoulders, making him look like an
angel. A very dangerous, very sexy angel.

She felt frozen, like a deer in the headlights. She
wanted
to obey him, wanted to prove how sorry she was for what had happened but she couldn't
move.

"If you don't begin removing your clothes right
now," Andras said, softly, which made his words much scarier. "I will
remove them for you."

Katie gulped, and tried to make her hands move to the front
buttons of her cute spring dress. Her eyes met his, and she couldn't look away.

"Too slow," he said, in that same soft, scary
voice.

Before she could blink, Andras was standing right in front
of her. He took the neckline of her dress in his hands, and pulled violently.
The fabric tore with a thin high sound, like shriek, and he pulled the ragged
halves over her shoulders and down her arms with an impatient jerk. The mangled
fabric fell softly around her ankles, leaving her clad in her underwear.

Her bra followed—it wasn't one of her super-expensive Coup
de Foudre ones, thank God. His knuckles brushed against her breasts when he
hooked his fingers beneath the cups and ripped her bra apart.

With a jolt, Katie realized that this caveman treatment was
turning her on.  

Because she had thought this might be her break-up meeting
with Andras, she hadn't bothered with sexy panties this morning, putting on her
everyday bikini bottoms. His fingers pushed against the skin of her tummy and
hips as he slid them under the elastic waistband and ripped the soft cotton
with ease.

Completely nude now, she stood like a statue as he walked
slowly around her, inspecting her. Her heart was beating hard with nerves and
excitement, and the place between her legs throbbed with a hot ache. The
feeling only intensified as she felt one of his wingtips brush against her arm.

Oh God, what is he planning? And should I really be this
turned on by the idea of being punished?

She jumped a little when he took her elbow and led her over
to her dumpy old couch. There, he put his cool hand between her shoulders and
pushed her down, until she was bent over the padded arm, her forearms resting
on the seat cushions.

"Do you know why you're being punished?" Andras
asked, resting his hand lightly on the small of her back.

"Because I slept with your sister?" Katie asked.

The memory of what she'd done sent a jab of renewed guilt
through her stomach, making her feel a little sick. Had she
really
been
that desperate for sex? Or had Amanda used some sort of Jedi mind control trick
on her?

She hoped not. She liked Amanda. Amanda was her friend. And
she had seemed so exhausted, and so ill...

"No," said Andras. His hand slid down to the curve
of her buttock, and squeezed. "You are being punished because you gave
away an orgasm, Katie. Something that belonged to
me
. You broke your
word."

She felt his foot slide between hers, and tap her ankles.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.

Feeling extremely exposed, Katie tried to obey.

"No, further," Andras said, and forced her legs
apart.

Katie felt her arousal go up another notch. Bent over and
spread wide open like this, he could probably see how turned-on she was. Did he
intend to fuck her?

Did he want her to beg for it? She suppressed a whimper at
the thought.

"You enjoy being helpless like this, don't you?"
Andras murmured.

"Yes," she whispered.

His hand returned to press against her buttock, cupping it.
"I'm going to spank you now, and you're going to keep count. If you lose
count, I will start over. I will do this as long as it takes for you to count
to twenty." He paused, and Katie tensed, waiting for him to hit her.
"Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," she stammered.

"Yes...what?" he asked, coldly.

What? Oh.

"Yes, sir."

The first, stinging blow against her bottom made her gasp.
But...

That's not so bad
, she thought.

"Count," Andras prompted.

"One!" After a second, she added, breathlessly:
"Sir."

As the spanking proceeded, she struggled to keep count
against the flood of overwhelming sensation.

Bent double, Andras looming over her, Katie quickly
discovered that though his blows didn't seem that hard at first, after the
fourth or fifth one, she felt her buttocks becoming hot and very sensitive.

Every blow after that, though he didn't strike any harder,
began to hurt more.

"Ten! Sir!" she gasped, her vision blurring from
the pain. She felt tears began to run down her cheeks.

Katie braced herself for the next blow. Instead, his next
touch was gentle as he stroked her hot, sore ass.

"You're doing well," he said softly.

He slid his hand, warm now, between her spread legs, and she
felt his fingertip move slowly over her wet folds, and circle her clit. He
stroked her with a cruelly teasing touch, too light to satisfy.

"Please," she gasped. She squirmed, trying to
encourage him.

The touch vanished. "No. This is punishment, remember.
You're not supposed to enjoy it."

His next blow took her by surprise. The pain was even worse
after the short break, and she almost lost count. "...eleven, sir!"

He stopped again when she reached fifteen. Her tears were
flowing harder than ever, leaving large dark splotches on the worn upholstery,
and she was breathing in hard gasps, trying not to sob.

"Your skin has turned a most appealing rosy
color," he murmured. She felt him move around behind her.

"You know, I had certain plans for our reunion,"
he continued, his voice still soft, almost conversational.

His soft jeans felt unbearably rough against her abused skin
as he pressed the hard bulge of his erection against her.

God, he felt enormous! She was reminded that she hadn't yet
seen him completely naked.

"I'm sorry!" She wriggled a little, pressing
herself back against him, feeling that huge hardness against her swollen,
hungry entrance. Was he going to fuck her now? Like this? Bent over the arm of
her dumpy couch, sniffling and hurting and desperately aroused?

He put his hands on her hips and held her with effortless
strength. "Don't move."

She froze, obediently. Hoping. Anticipating. His large hands
slid deliberately forward, over her waist, up her ribs, then down to squeeze
her breasts with bruising strength. "You made a promise to submit to me,
Katie, to give me complete control over your orgasms. I think I need to teach
you what that means."

"Yes, sir," she gasped out, because he seemed to
waiting for an answer.

"Let's finish this, so that we can proceed to the next
stage of your punishment." He stepped back.

Wait, this spanking is just the beginning? What the hell did
I agree to?

She wailed at the next hard smack, a sound that was as much
despair as pain, and barely managed to gasp out, "Sixteen!"

At last, after she'd given up hope that the spanking would
ever end, twenty
finally
came.

She sobbed out the final number, and then remained in her bent
position, because he hadn't given her permission to stand up. And, frankly, she
wasn't sure she had the strength. She was a mess, crying from the pain but
incredibly turned on at the same time.

"Katie." He stroked her back, then urged her up.
She obeyed, wobbling a little on legs that felt rubbery. "You did well.
You were very brave."

He took her in his arms, and she felt her nipples pressing
against his bare chest and the bulge of his erection pushing against her belly
as he kissed her wet eyes, her cheeks, her forehead, and finally, softly, her
mouth. All the while, he stroked her hair, her neck, her back.