Sinfully Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 1) Page 6

  The door opened behind me, and I was annoyed to see Marcos step in with a sleazy smirk on his face. “Sorry, my friend, but Al’s already reserved for the evening,” Marcos said as he grabbed my arm to lead me out of the room. I recoiled a little at Marcos’ touch, but I might not put my heel through his balls because he was giving me an easy out with this customer. I was completely shocked that he was saving me, since Marcos wasn’t the type to save anyone. He’d pimp his own mother to Satan to make a dollar.

  “What about my scene?” the demon whined, his skin turning a bright shade of red, almost like metallic Christmas wrapping paper. That was how this type of demon looked when they were angry or aroused. I had no idea how anyone could have sex with someone that color. Even when their skin wasn’t begging for a shiny bow, the teeth and tongue always repulsed me.

  “I’m going to send someone else in to help you,” Marcos assured the demon before guiding me out of the playroom.

  “Thanks, Marcos,” I said once we were out of the room. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d need to call security on that one. He seemed like the type to push things.”

  Marcos laughed, and it was not a nice sound. “He’d push it, but his money’s good, and he’d probably tip you well enough to compensate for any damage he did. The other girls say he’s pretty talented and has a cock that looks like a corkscrew.”

  “Not a picture I wanted in my brain,” I muttered. How was I ever supposed to get turned on again with the image of a metallic red corkscrew penis in my head? I wasn’t sure if it made me want to giggle or gag more. “You’ve ruined sex for me,” I grumbled.

  Marcos snorted. “I wasn’t aware you spread those legs for any man, so there’s not much to ruin, is there?”

  With my fists clenched at my sides to prevent myself from punching my boss in the balls, I seethed in silence. Punching Marcos in the balls would definitely get me fired, but I was beginning to think it might be worth it.

  If I didn’t know Marcos, I might find him attractive, like so many women who came to the club. Just shy of six feet tall, with a lean muscular build, brown eyes that seemed to have liquid gold swirling around in them, a face that made most women breathless, and long black hair which fell to his shoulders, one could easily be blinded by his beauty. That was only if they didn’t know him.

  “You really need to loosen up,” Marcos complained. “I hire sex demons for a reason, and it isn’t so you can play demure virgin with the customers—that is, unless they want a demure virgin. Your job is to keep the customers happy using any means at your disposal.”

  Since setting up scenes involved anything from prepping the room to showing couples how to use the kinkier sex toys, I’d hardly consider myself prudish at work. While I’d never done anything truly kinky, I could teach someone how to wield a flogger like a pro. An hour ago, I’d helped a demon strap a naked warlock to a St. Andrew’s cross, after which the couple asked if I’d be interested in participating in the scene. The difference between them and the demon is that they’d taken my no seriously and thanked me for my help.

  “My job is to set up scenes for our customers, not prostitute myself,” I said angrily.

  “I’m not asking you to prostitute yourself,” he ground out. “I’m asking you to take that self-righteous stick out of your ass and have some fun with my customers. Sure, that’ll make me money, but what the hell does it really hurt? You’re a succubus, which means sex is your whole fucking life. Getting a little dick at work won’t hurt you.”

  “Are you saying I have to let your customers screw me?” I asked, knowing he couldn’t legally tell me that. The preternatural community might not frown on prostitution, but they frowned on anyone being forced into prostitution. There was also the fact that my dad would destroy Marcos if he even suggested something like that. At times, it paid to have a powerful father.

  “Of course not,” Marcos said with an innocent grin before grabbing my arm and guiding me across the club.

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked, suddenly worried I was about to get fired. Even though Marcos insisted I didn’t have to screw around with his customers, I suspected he’d fire me for refusing eventually.

  “Didn’t I already tell you I have a request for you?” he asked irritably. “This guy has paid me some serious money to have you to himself for the next three hours. He wanted the whole night, but I have to let Lara leave at ten. Some bullshit about her mother’s birthday. I expect you to make this guy very happy, Al.”

  I stopped and dug in my heels. “Are you telling me you expect me to have sex with this guy because he paid you?” I demanded. Hadn’t we just argued about this very subject?

  “He didn’t say anything about having sex with you,” Marcos said with a shrug.

  “What’s he getting out of this deal?” I asked.

  “Not my problem,” Marcos replied. “He insisted he wouldn’t hurt you, as if I really give a fuck, but it should make you feel better about the whole thing.”

  “Glad you’re worried about my safety,” I grumbled.

  So much for thinking Marcos was rescuing me. Sure, I might get lucky and this guy might just want my exemplary skills helping with a scene he had in mind for his partner. Yep, and I could also spout wings and a halo. Marcos had only pulled me from the demon because he’d been offered more money by another horny asshole. At least this horny asshole had promised not to hurt me. Something told me the demon I’d left would have made no such promise.

  The playroom Marcos led me to was one of our more vanilla rooms. It was also one of the few with a bed. That wasn’t the only furniture the room had, because even housewives who’d never tried anything other than missionary were turned on by the thought of playing BDSM games. For that reason, there was a padded spanking bench, and some of the tamer toys were hanging from the walls.

  There was only one man in the room, and his back was to me. With the dim lighting, I shouldn’t have been able to recognize him from behind, but I knew who it was. I’d recognize Dylan’s presence anywhere, and I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or furious. Probably both. While I was glad Dylan’s arrival had saved me from having to fight my way out of the last playroom, I was still angry that he’d had the audacity to buy time with me like I was some kind of whore. Worse than that, I was feeling hot and achy just from the scent of his cologne.

  Marcos’ grip tightened on my arm as he leaned down to speak quietly in my ear. “Don’t fuck this up, Al,” he warned.

  Without waiting for a response, Marcos walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Dylan. That’s when Dylan turned toward me. I’d been expecting some flirty smile, or maybe a cocky grin. Instead, Dylan looked seriously pissed.

  “Will your partner be joining us?” I asked, looking away from Dylan because it was impossible to look at him without thinking about all the things he’d done to my body. “I can start getting things set up for you while we wait for her, or him, to get here.”

  “Why did you sneak out of my house this morning?” he asked, and I felt the heat from his body. He’d moved closer, much too close.

  I turned and looked up at him, working hard to keep my breathing under control and my expression blank, as my traitorous body reacted to his proximity. “Last night was fun, Dylan, but it was just sex. Why would I stick around for the uncomfortable morning after talk?”

  “Just sex?” Dylan asked. “Fuck that! We had a great time last night, and it was more than just sex. I enjoyed spending time with you, and you felt the same.”

  I had, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “About the scene,” I prompted him, even though what I really wanted to do was beg him to bend me over the bed and fuck me.

  Dylan laughed, but it wasn’t the same fun-loving laugh as last night. Goosebumps rose, and I swallowed hard, realizing I might be in over my head.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dylan

  I could not fucking believe that irritating little succubus had casually asked me about the scene again. I�
�d paid far too much money to have this room with Allie for the next three hours. Yes, I felt like a prick for making it seem like I was buying Allie, especially after the way her boss had acted about the whole thing. I knew damn well her boss thought I was paying to fuck her, and from the looks of it, he had no problem selling her like she was his property.

  So, I was a dick, but I was also desperate to talk to her, and this was the only solution I could come up with. Despite what she wanted to say, we’d connected, and I’d foolishly expected her to be happy to see me. Yet, there she stood, acting like a brat.

  “Can I assume you’d prefer to wait for your partner to arrive to discuss your fantasy?” she asked, pissing me off even more.

  Shoving my hands in my back pockets to prevent myself from reaching out and grabbing her, I turned away and surveyed the room. “The only fantasy going through my mind right now is strapping you to that spanking bench and paddling your ass until it’s bright red as punishment for your bratty behavior.”

  “Bratty behavior?” Allie nearly gasped, and I’d be willing to bet her panties were wet. After only one night together, I already knew what Allie sounded like when she was turned on.

  Slowly turning to face her, I allowed one corner of my mouth to lift in a half-smile. “That’s right,” I said. “Pretending you didn’t have fun with me last night is bratty because we both know you’re lying. I don’t know why you chose to leave this morning, but it’s not because you don’t like me.”

  “I never tried to pretend I didn’t have fun with you,” she argued, moving around the room nervously. She started fluffing the pillows on the bed, and I was asshole enough to get off on making her nervous because it was better than the unaffected bullshit she’d tried pulling. “We had fun, but that doesn’t give you the right to come to my work and treat me like a whore. Why would I like a man who thinks of me that way?”

  “I don’t think you’re a whore, and I promise I’m not asking to fuck you, Allie,” I said softly. “You didn’t give me your number, and Trevor refused to tell me how to get in contact with you. I did this because I wanted to see you again, and this was the only way I knew how.”

  She let out a frustrated sigh and dropped down onto the bed. “I know you don’t think I’m a whore, and I’m being a bitch right now. That doesn’t mean I’m not annoyed at you for pulling this crap.”

  “I’m seriously screwing this up. You may find this hard to believe, but I don’t usually have to chase after women,” I said, moving across the room to stand closer to the bed because I needed to be close to her.

  She snorted. “Duh! You’ve never chased after any woman because they throw themselves at you. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it?” She studied me as if she’d just solved some great mystery. “If I give in to you, you’ll get bored with me and move on to the next woman begging to ride your cock.”

  Her crude comment caused me to let out a startled bark of laughter because I knew she was either trying to shock me or pick a fight. “Care to put that theory to the test?” I asked with a teasing grin. “You can beg to ride my cock until I get bored with you.”

  “You’re impossible,” she said with a laugh.

  I knew I was winning her over, but I couldn’t decide exactly how to proceed from here. Was it best to try to convince her to date me? Or, was it best to work on what we had physically? Just the idea of dating someone was a little scary, but that’s what I wanted with Allie. I wanted to take her out to movies and stupid shit like that.

  “Now that I’ve got you laughing, are you going to give me a chance to spend more time with you?” I asked.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Allie

  Dylan wasn’t about to give up on this. What was supposed to be a simple fling was turning into a serious complication in my life, and I had no idea how to handle things. Yes, I liked Dylan, and we could have been friends if we hadn’t slept together, but it was too late for that now. After Dylan’s phenomenal performance last night, I’d never be satisfied with a platonic relationship. No, even when I’d been mad at Dylan a few minutes ago, I’d still wanted him. My panties were wet and my nipples were hard just from being in the same room with him. There was no way to be around Dylan without my body responding to him. Even though I had no clue what Dylan wanted, I knew I needed him again. Now.

  “So, you’re here because you want to fuck me again?” I leaned forward so my breasts looked like they might fall out of my halter dress.

  Dylan’s sharp intake of breath proved he was enjoying the show. Standing, I slapped a hand on my own ass, surprised to find that the slight sting was a turn on. “You want to spank me for being such a bad girl?” I asked, moving forward and leaning into him to bring my achingly hard nipples in contact with his chest.

  “Are you a bad girl?” Dylan cupped my ass with both hands and pulled me closer to his erection. The contact caused an involuntary shudder to run through my body as the memories of how good his cock felt inside of me flooded my sex-crazed brain.

  “Yes,” I breathed out.

  “Lucky me,” he murmured. “I love bad girls.” His mouth claimed mine, stealing my ability to form a coherent thought. His tongue thrust into my mouth, making me think of the way his cock would be thrusting into me soon. It wasn’t long before I was panting and clawing at his t-shirt. The hard press of his mouth was sure to leave my lips swollen and bruised. This kiss was both punishing and possessive.

  Tearing his mouth away, Dylan rested his forehead against mine, still gripping my ass with both hands. “I came here to talk to you, Allie,” he ground out. “I did not come here for sex.”

  “So, you aren’t going to fuck me?” I taunted.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble walking when I’m done with you. Do you want me to do that?” he asked, and my legs almost gave out at his words.

  I nodded. This is what I wanted, and it’s why I’d taunted him into it.

  “I really want to make good on my promise to spank your sexy ass, but I need inside of you now,” he said desperately. “I need you.”

  “No,” I said. “You don’t need me. You just want me.”

  Dylan chuckled. “I don’t think either of us believes that lie.”

  Not giving me time to argue, he kissed me again. While his tongue stroked mine, he lifted me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked to the bed and settled me on the edge. There, he broke the kiss and stripped his t-shirt over his head. I allowed my eyes to travel down the hard planes of his chest to his toned abdominal muscles.

  “Undress for me,” he ordered, and I felt strangely compelled to obey. It wasn’t some spell that compelled me so much as the strong desire to be naked with Dylan.

  I stood and slipped my dress over my head. “I should put a stop to this, but I want you too much,” I admitted, staring into his deep blue eyes. “After I got home from your house, all I did was fantasize about having you in me again.”

  The moment the words left my mouth, Dylan’s control snapped. Pushing me onto the bed, he straddled my hips as he kissed me. His fingers threaded through mine, and he pinned my hands to the side of my head, leaving me deliciously helpless under his sensual onslaught. The throbbing between my legs increased, and I pressed my thighs together, enjoying the momentary increase of pressure before it wasn’t enough. I needed Dylan’s touch.

  Releasing my mouth, Dylan trailed kisses along my jaw, nipping my earlobe gently and sending pulses of lust through my body. “What the hell are you doing to me, Allie?” he asked, sounding just as confused and desperate as I was. “I came here to talk, not for this.”

  “Are you complaining about the direction things are heading?” I asked, and then moaned when his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. Dear Goddess, this warlock knew how to work my body.

  “No, but we are going to talk,” he said in a no-nonsense tone. “First, I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Please,” I begged. “No teasing.
I need it hard and fast.”

  “Fuck,” Dylan growled before grabbing the condom from his pocket and shoving his pants down around his ankles.

  When I raised an eyebrow at the condom, he chuckled and his cheeks darkened ever so slightly. “Okay, I was hoping things would head this direction after we talked. Are you mad?”

  “I promise not to hold it against you if you’re inside of me in the next thirty seconds,” I said, staring at his erection.

  Dylan quickly slid the condom on as I slipped out of my panties, unable to take my eyes off his cock the entire time. I already knew how good he felt inside of me, and I couldn’t wait much longer to feel him again. His hand gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could slide into me while he stood.

  “Oh, Allie,” Dylan moaned. “You feel so fucking incredible, and I love watching my dick slide into your body.” My eyes followed his to where our bodies were joined, and I found myself unable to look away from the sight of him thrusting into me.

  Just as I’d asked, his thrusts were hard and fast.

  “Tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop,” he ground out.

  “Oh, Goddess, please don’t stop,” I barely managed to say as I continued to watch him pound into my body. I was so close, but I needed more contact with my clit. Reaching down to stroke myself, I was surprised when Dylan stilled and his hand caught mine.

  “I’m the only one who gets to pleasure you this time,” he practically growled. “Later, you can show me all the ways you like to touch yourself, but not right now.”

  Before I could think of a way to respond, Dylan began thrusting again. This time, one of his fingers expertly stroked my clit as he thrust into me in time with his finger’s strokes. My body coiled tighter around his cock, and I was rewarded with Dylan’s groan. I saw Dylan’s mouth move and then felt the same spell he’d used last night working along my clit, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. Then Dylan’s thrusts increased, and I felt myself falling over the edge. I clawed at the sheets, screaming out his name as the spasms tore through my body. My eyes closed tightly as I rode out the waves of ecstasy.