Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith) (16 page)

"So, what was the first thing you were going to do
me?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Kiss you senseless?"

"Mmmm, good idea," Katie said, moving her hands
slowly up over the muscles of his chest, over the broad shoulders, and sliding
them behind his neck.

Pulling his head down, she gave it her best shot, and was
gratified to hear his breathing go ragged. She wasn't exactly feeling calm
herself, and it felt good. Really good.

In fact she wanted to rub herself against him, skin to skin.

Well, why not?
She was in charge here, wasn't she?

"Andras," she purred, stepping back. "Undress
me."

He obeyed with slow, sensual movements, unzipping her dress
and sliding it over her head in a smooth caress of fabric, then letting his
fingers linger over the curves of her breasts as he unfastened her fancy bra
and removed it with a brush of his thumbs over her nipples.

She twitched her hip. "Take this off, too," she
ordered.

Andras shot her smoldering look from his intense green eyes,
and sank gracefully down on his knees. The dildo pulled out of her with a long,
caressing glide, and he lifted the butterfly toy away from her in a way that
dragged the hard length slowly over her clit.

Katie shivered and sighed at the sensation.

"That's nice," she told him. "What were you
going to next?"

"Take off my own clothes," he replied, huskily,
reaching for the button of his jeans.

Katie knew he was stalling, and that made it even better.
Whatever he had planned for her tonight, it must have been
interesting
.
And he wasn't sure about having the tables turned.

"And then?" she pressed, once he was nude and she
had taken a moment to appreciate the view.

Andras hesitated, and Katie crossed her arms.
Oh yeah.

"Upstairs," he said, in a carefully neutral tone.
"I had a special harness I wanted to try on you."

She gave him a wide grin. "Goody. I did want to tie you
up. Lead the way, lover-boy."

"Lover-boy?" he inquired, incredulously.

"For tonight, you're my boy-toy, remember?"

"I don't think you're going to let me forget," he
muttered, and Katie giggled. He was cute when he was being a sore loser. Cute,
and sexy as hell.

"I think I'm going to have to do something about that
bad attitude of yours," she commented, as he led her through his loft, and
up the stairs to his bedroom.

The look he shot her over his shoulder was distinctly
apprehensive.

"Don't worry," she said sweetly, fighting the urge
to skip up the stairs with sheer joy. "You have a safe word,
remember?"

That made him laugh, a full-throated sound. "Ah, Katie
my love, you are a joy."

"Let's see if you still think that in about, oh, a
half-hour," she threatened, approaching his bed.

He stopped her, his face serious now. "Katie, before we
continue, promise me one thing—put a condom on me. My semen has some
interesting properties. You shouldn't be exposed to it before you're
ready."

"Ready for
what?
" she asked, curiously.

He shook his head. "I'll tell you later," he
promised. "It's definitely a post-coital conversation."

"Okay, gotcha, oh supernatural boyfriend. We'll be
practicing incubus safe sex," Katie said, putting her hands on her hips.

Interesting properties
didn't sound like the same
thing as
poisonous
or
dangerous
. She had a feeling that there
were going to be more intriguing revelations in her future.

"Talk later, happy fun times now," she ordered.

"You are being frighteningly cheerful about this,"
Andras told, wryly.

In reply, she slapped his magnificent bare ass. That
surprised another laugh out of him, and she realized that being in charge was a
lot of fun.

As much as she liked it when he was dominant, she was going
to have to see if he'd be willing to switch off again in the future.

In the meanwhile...

The harness was already laid out on top of the coverlet, a
complex arrangement of cuffs, straps and buckles. Next to it rested the
familiar covered tray of vibrators and dildos, with several large square foil
packets.

Andras approached his bed with a resigned expression on his
gray-skinned features. "I'll need to adjust it for my height and
size," he told her. "May I?"

She eyed it, dubiously. "Be my guest, but no
cheating."

"No cheating, he agreed, bending to pick it up.

He sighed softly, but looking down, Katie saw that he was
almost fully erect.

That reassured her. Despite her teasing, she wouldn't go
through with her plans if she thought Andras might genuinely dislike what she
wanted to do to him.

Instead, it appeared that a "reluctant sex slave"
act was going to be part of the game.

The harness proved to be a clever contraption of straps and
cuffs that looped around Andras' shoulders and legs, immobilizing his wrists
and arms, and spreading his muscled thighs like a delicious feast.

Katie followed Andras' directions to adapt the default arrangement
for his wings, and was pleased to find him still erect when she finished
adjusting the final buckle. 

She walked slowly around his bed, studying him and saw how
his gaze followed her. What did she want to do first?

Coming to a decision, she moved to stand between his legs,
letting her fingers trail slowly down the tense ridge of muscle on his inner
thigh, watching the mingled apprehension and anticipation on his face as her
touch moved downwards.

"I bet you're wondering whether I'll be gentle or
cruel," she said. "I never asked—do you like pain?"

"Not particularly. Though sometimes--" Andras started
to say in a lecturing sort of voice.

He abruptly stopped speaking, making a strangled sound when
she cupped his exposed sac, and jerked involuntarily in his bonds as she began
to toy gently with the soft, heavy weight. "No pain, not
there
.
Please."

"Wow, begging already?" she teased. "I forgot
to tell you—all the rules that normally apply to me? Now apply to you. You
don't get to come until I say you can." She let the realization sink in as
she continued to caress his sac, listening to his breath hitch. Not quite a
gasp, but she could work on that.

She closed her hand around his magnificent cock and stroked
upward along his hard, hot shaft. In response, it swelled even further, the
skin darkening, and she saw veins begin to throb along its length.

"Want to add
yellow
to your safe word?"

"Yes," he said, through gritted teeth. "
Kyria
."

"What does that mean?" she asked, her hand
stilling.

"Mistress. Noble lady," he said.

"I like that." She skated her thumb over the broad
head of his cock, and got the gasp she had been hoping for.

"So, getting back to your original plan. Once you had
me all arranged to your liking in this nifty harness, what were you going to do
next?"

Andras closed his eyes as she thumbed him again. "Use a
vibrator on you, until you were begging."

"Hmmm," Katie said gleefully, looking over the
selection of toys he had put on the tray. "I've never used a vibrator on a
guy before. I bet it could be fun, though."

She picked up slender, curved rod that flared to a knob at
its tip, and smiled fondly at it, remembering their second date. "Were you
going to penetrate me with any of these?"

Andras was silent for a long moment. "Yes," he
whispered, hoarsely.

His cock gave a convulsive twitch in her hand. She squeezed
it firmly. "I'll have to make some adjustments for anatomy," she told
him, "but fair's fair."

She liked his groan. And she hadn't even gotten started yet.

Katie reached for the bottle of lube and anointed the
vibrator, making sure he could see her fingertips smoothing the cool, slippery
gel over the toy's length. Leaving it turned off for now, she lowered it
between his legs, and touched the smooth knob to the tight pucker of his ass,
circling it in a teasing caress.

He shuddered convulsively, the leather straps of the harness
creaking as his muscles flexed.

She stopped, unsure how to read his reaction. "Do you
want to use your safe word?"

"No," he breathed.

She licked her lips. "Do you totally hate this?"
she asked, hesitantly.

Andras opened his eyes, and she saw that his pupils were
dilated, making his gaze seem black with just the thinnest ring of green. "Katie,
do you know how rare it is for me to trust someone enough to submit to
them?"

She shook her head.

Andras closed his eyes again, his expression simultaneously
pained and yearning. "Being an incubus is about being in control,
all
the time
. We are predators, not prey."

He tested the straps again, rocking a little, and made
fleeting contact with the toy that she held a fraction of an inch away from his
opening. His throat worked convulsively.

His voice ragged, he continued: "
This
—putting
myself under your control—is love and hate and desire, all at the same time. I
yearn for this, and fear it, and can never allow myself..." He breathed
deeply, and his fists clenched. "Except for
now
. Finally. Do with
me what you will, Katie. I trust you."

"Oh," she breathed.
He really wants this?

She felt a powerful surge of arousal move through her like a
tidal wave.

"Andras," she said softly, filled with love and
the weirdest sensation of tender cruelty. "I want to make you scream for
me."

Then she switched on the slender, slippery vibrator, and touched
it to his entrance. She liked the noise he made then—it seemed to travel
straight to her groin in a sweet ache—and she let the toy linger there for a
while, stroking, circling, and gently pushing inside a fingertip's length.

For variety, she covered his cock and balls with a thin
layer of lube, enjoying how he squirmed at her touch as she applied it.

The first light touch of the toy against his sac got an
honest-to-goodness moan out of him, so she played there for a while, exploring
his responses as she alternated locations with the vibrator, sliding it over
slick, sensitive skin.

His cock turned a dark purplish-gray as the toy hummed
against it in long stroking caresses and swirled around the tip, which began to
leak clear fluid.

Finally, she returned to his entrance and pushed the toy
inside him with slow deliberation. She heard him make a sound like a sob. Not
quite a scream, but pretty damned satisfying.

She slid it in further, and felt every muscle in his body go
rigid as it apparently pressed against his prostate. Once again, the leather
creaked, and she wondered if he was strong enough to break his bonds.

After what seemed like only a moment, he gasped out,
"Yellow!"

She immediately turned off the vibrator and pulled it out.
Andras made an inarticulate sound of protest as the knob passed the tight ring
of muscle around his entrance.

Katie hadn't touched herself at all while tormenting her
incubus lover, but she found herself incredibly turned on.

Is this how Andras felt when he had her tied up and begging?
It was
wonderful.

"How sensitive are your nipples?" she asked,
though she had a pretty good idea.

Andras groaned in reply, and the sound practically caressed
her clit. She leaned over and kissed his mouth, and he responded hungrily.

She moved down, kissing all the places that she liked being
kissed, nibbling his ears and sucking on the lobes, brushing her lips over his
Adam's apple, then traveling lower to his collarbones, and finally, his
nipples.

Her teeth closed around the hard nubs. His pectoral muscles
flexed as he arched in his bonds.

When his nipples were nicely swollen and reddened, and she
could wring gasps from him with just light licks over the sensitized areas, she
reached over to the tray for one of the condom packets. She held it up to where
he could see it.

"I haven't heard you beg yet. And I really want
to." Katie leaned over him, letting each of her nipples brush his lips.

He obediently opened his mouth, and drew her in with
desperate hunger that raised her arousal another notch.

"I'm wet and ready and I want to fuck you, Andras. But
you need to beg me for it."

"Or what?" he asked defiantly, one gray-feathered
wingtip beating spasmodically against the coverlet.

She grinned. "Or I'll make you."

She reached for the lube and vibrator again.

By accident, Katie discovered that the inside of his wings
were extremely erotically sensitive. She forced him to sit upright in his bound
state, and used the toy to caress him mercilessly from base to wingtip. The
taut muscles of his back and shoulders quivered and jumped, and he began
moaning non-stop.

But Andras didn't break until she eased him back down again,
and decided to experiment with using two vibrators at the same time, one lodged
inside him while she employed the second to tease every sensitive area on his
groin, belly, and nipples.

By that point, he had lapsed into a language she guessed was
his mother-tongue of ancient Greek, and was groaning phrases that sounded like
prayers—or curses.

"I can't understand you," Katie said, brightly, to
her shaking, sweating lover.

She drew the vibrator in her hand slowly up the shaft of his
straining cock, while admiring the humming black handle of the one penetrating
him.

Andras screamed hoarsely as she reached the glistening tip
of his cock and circled it. "Yellow! Yellow! Yellow! Ah, gods, woman,
you're killing me!"

"Safe word?" she asked, ruthlessly, as she fumbled
to switch off both toys.

He shook his head, wild-eyed rather than defiant now. He
looked delicious.

"Please," he said, reduced to begging at last.
"Please, love. My lady."

She just watched him, enjoying the sight of her normally
cool, controlled Andras maddened with desire and desperate to come.
"Please,
what?
What do you want, Andras?"

"Please,
kyria
. Fuck me. Let me come."

"Not until
I've
climaxed," she said,
cruelly. "And you know how long
that
can take. Still think it's a
feature rather than a bug?"

Wisely, he chose not to answer, just strained and shook in
his bonds.

"I'm going to ride you now," Katie told him. "And
you're going to hold off until I'm finished. Do you understand?"

He nodded slowly. Dark strands of his hair clung to his
temples and forehead, and his cheeks were flushed.

Condom packet in one hand, she switched toys, crawled up on
the bed beside him and carefully arranged pillows behind his head before she
put the condom on him.

Then she straddled him, enjoying the feel of his rigid
erection pressing against her.

"Can you see me?" she asked.

"Yes," Andras said, huskily. "And you are so beautiful.
A beautiful, cruel goddess, like Aphrodite herself."

Katie smiled down at him. "You give the best
compliments. You're
definitely
a keeper."

"I want you to watch me impale myself on you," she
continued, squirming against his rigid length, enjoyed the gasp that wrung from
him. "And then I'm going to use these—" she wiggled her fingers, now
capped with several of the soft, spiky fingertip vibrators that she adored,
"while I watch you struggle to control yourself."

"You're going to kill me," Andras said, sounding
sincere. "but I'll die happy."

"That's the idea," Katie said, cheerfully. "But
don't die before I finish, 'kay?"

He groaned, the sound abruptly deepening to an
honest-to-goodness growl as she reached behind her and guided the wide tip of
his cock to her wet, deliciously-aching entrance.

She raised herself up on her knees, giving him a show, and
sank down slowly on his shaft, enjoying the feeling of being stretched and
completely filled.

Andras groaned again, arching his hips upward as she came to
rest.

"You've spoiled me for other men," she told him,
wriggling a little to adjust him inside her. It felt good. Really, really good.

"I certainly hope so." He sounded smug.

She decided she preferred him begging, and frowned down at
him. He looked up at her, cat-eyed, with an expression that aimed for innocent
inquiry but missed and fell into confident command.

That was
definitely
not allowed. She flicked on the
fingertip vibrators, one by one, setting the soft silicone spines quivering,
and brushed them across his reddened nipples. He gasped.

Then she reached behind her, and touched his balls with a
feather-light pressure of the vibrating spines. He groaned, bucking and
writhing beneath her. "Not fair!"

"But fun," she said, smirking, and touched him
again, a long lingering stroke that rimmed his entrance. His thighs pulled
apart and up by the harness, he was unable to escape her attentions.

He tried, anyway, and the choked sound that escaped him was
music to her ears.

"Mmmm, I like it when you move like that."

He subsided, wild-eyed, his chest heaving. "You,"
he gritted, "are really enjoying this far too much."

"Yes." She rose up on her knees, relishing the
slow slide of his rigid flesh against her own wet, sensitive folds, then sank
down again. "Yes, I am."

Her own need was becoming urgent. Stretched and filled to
the limit, she made him watch as she turned the fingertip vibrators to High,
and began touch herself, stroking the vibrating spikes over her clit, which was
pulled taut against his shaft. That had the interesting effect of making him
shake beneath her, and it was her turn to gasp with pleasure.