Therian Prize(27)

Not wanting to leave him unattended, she’d dragged a small round table into the corner of the bedroom so she could work while he slept. He was stubborn and strong and he’d damage himself if she left him to his own devices.

“How badly do you want to leave?” She let her gaze wander over his lean body, amazed that she still found him attractive after all the ways she’d enjoyed him in the past twelve hours. Usually her interest waned as soon as she’d indulged her curiosity.

“I’ll do anything, just let me go.”

He was so cute when he begged. He’d begged so much, and so loudly, at first that she’d had to gag him. But the inescapable truth of his situation soon extinguished his hope and he fell into sullen silence. He was helpless, a prisoner for as long as she chose to keep him or as long as his body held out. When she’d ventured out to buy them brunch, she’d tethered him to the bedroom with demonic compulsion. As soon as he stepped through the doorway his throat closed and he couldn’t breathe. The sensation was only illusion, however. Even death was beyond his grasp.

“Why should I believe you?” She pushed to her feet and strolled toward the bed. “You’ve done everything in your power to resist me.”

“Not that it’s done any good,” he grumbled.

“If I keep compelling you, you’ll go insane. I told you that from the beginning.”

“What are you?” He whispered the question then quickly lowered his gaze. Unfortunately fear, not respect, had motivated the instinct. “I know you’re not human.”

“What do you think I am?” She stood within reach but chose not to touch him. Anticipation always heightened the pleasure.

He glanced at her then away and his hands moved up and down his thighs. Was he nervous or trying to draw her attention to his hardening cock?

“Your face changes right before you come. Are you an alien?”

She laughed. “You’ve seen too many movies.”

“A d-demon?”

“Most would call my father a demon though he dislikes the label. My mother was something even more extraordinary.”

His sky-blue gaze met hers and held as curiosity burned through his fear. “What is more extraordinary than a demon?”

Few humans knew about Therians. It might be amusing to tell him. No, an explanation would only bring on more questions and she wasn’t in the mood to talk. “Understanding my nature won’t make your situation easier.”

He spread his legs and placed his hands on the bed to either side of his hips. The position displayed his firm, young body to perfection and she took a moment to enjoy the view.

“I want my freedom.” He sounded stronger now, more the rebellious party boy she’d found in the alley. “What do I have to do to get it?”

She moved between his spread knees and trailed her index finger down the middle of his chest. “I’ll make you a wager.”

Though his gaze locked with hers, wariness crept over his expression. “I’m listening.”

“I’m about to make a very important phone call. If you make me come before I end the call, I’ll set you free.”

He stared into her eyes, obviously suspicious of her terms. “And if I fail?”

“You spend the next two hours willingly pleasuring me in any way I choose. I’m tired of forcing my will upon you.”

After a tense pause, he said, “All right.”

She fought back a triumphant laugh. Unlike humans, she had complete control over her orgasms. She could come as fast and as often as she wanted or resist the urge indefinitely. But her toy didn’t need to know that.

She rushed across the room and grabbed the cell phone and wireless earpiece off the table where she’d been working then returned to the bed. After propping several pillows against the headboard, she crawled onto the mattress. She untied the belt of her bathrobe and opened the sides, baring her body without actually undressing.

“Mouth and fingers only.” She bent her knees and spread her thighs. “Anything else will make it too hard to talk.”

Determination burned in his eyes. He lay on his stomach and draped her legs over his shoulders as she positioned the earpiece and activated the number. She’d been dreading this conversation all day, but this game should make the exchange infinitely more interesting.

The call connected and his mouth settled over her slit. She wiggled, rubbing against his warm lips. His strong hands grasped her hips, holding her at just the right angle.

“Who is this? How did you get Roberto’s phone?”

The impatient female voice triggered an image in Zophiel’s mind. Classic Asian beauty, dark hair styled in a sleek, chin-length bob, and almond-shaped eyes shining with fierce ambition. Tias was the only member of the backers Zophiel found interesting. Roberto and Milliner were useful but boring, while Tias emanated danger and mystery.