"I have a surprise for you, Ellie. Leave the blindfold alone."
Ellie Langston started to protest then rested her hand in her step-brother's, allowing Derek to lead her through the empty house. Her green eyes were pressed against the black fabric that tied behind her head, to block out all vision, though she knew the layout of the house perfectly. It was the one she'd grown up in then moved back home to a few months earlier, following her graduation from community college.
At barely twenty one, she was five-foot-seven with a curvy figure topped by 36 C breasts that were currently straining against the tiny pink and black corset she'd squeezed into in anticipation of a night spent clubbing. Her dark blonde hair had been curled and hair sprayed to fall in a wave to her chest where it brushed against the exposed swell of her breasts. A black miniskirt barely skimmed her upper thighs, though she knew a single bend over would display her pink thong and garter belt to anyone looking. Finally, a pair of pink, skinny heels completed the outfit and drew attention to her long, tanned legs up to the skirts hem.
"What are we doing?" she asked, frowning at the sudden draft of cool air as a door opened.
Derek's hand held tighter to hers. "I just have a surprise for you," he said, one hand moving to rest on her back. His warm palm brushed the skin left bare between the corset and miniskirt, though she thought his fingers skimmed her ass a little longer than necessary. "Do you remember when I walked in on you reading my newest book last week?"
Her cheeks flamed at the reminder, her steps faltering, though his hand caught her arm to steady her. She was glad he'd left out the part where she'd been pleasuring herself to the images of a female character being ruthlessly fucked by a huge demon's cock while chained in a dungeon, fresh welts on her back from a recent whipping, the creature's teeth imbedded in one breast. Derek had knocked on the door seconds after her climax, a smug smirk covering his lips.
"You said we wouldn't mention that again," she mumbled before stepping down the stairs with his aide. His hand returned to her back and led her further down, the air getting cooler. "I just . . ."
The words trailed off as his hand slid further down, fingertips brushing the backs of her thighs.
"No, I said to forget about it, but I never promised not to mention it again. Do you know where my ideas come from, Ellie?" His lips brushed her ear while he walked her further into the drafty room. A graze of his teeth on the lobe drew an involuntary shutter from her as his hand slid across her stomach in a caress. "How I can create such vivid images of torment and pleasure? How my demons can seem so human-like despite the mindless power they wield? How I know just the way to write each woman's response, the arch of her back, the terrified screams that turn to moans of pleasure?"
Ellie was flushed from his initial question and felt warmth pooling between her thighs, though he'd never stopped walking. While he continued to describe the sex scenes drawn directly from his books, she felt his hands moving hers into position above her head then something cool wrapping around them. A brush with her fingers encountered metal in linked form.
"Derek, what are you---" Her words stopped as a hand trailed down her chest around to her ribs and his breathe tickled her bare shoulder. His teeth nipped the spot a moment later, his nails curling into her hip as he whispered, "Do you want to see the inspiration for my work?"
She nodded mutely, distracted by the rough nips being trailed up her throat. Without realizing it, she leaned her head back and felt cold stone press against her bare skin while he sucked harder on her skin. His lips reached hers with agonizing slowness and his tongue flicked over her lips, feeling almost rough before the blindfold was torn from her in one jerk.
Green eyes blinked against the dim lighting of the room before Derek's face swam into view; however, the handsome Derek who'd always teased her was gone aside from his bright blue eyes and shoulder-length black hair. Rather than his usual tan, his skin was mottled a blue and black color that shifted before her eyes, a pair of thick horns spouted from his forehead. His shirt was gone to reveal a scarred chest with the same mottled colors that ended at the waist band of his jeans. A flick of his tongue against his lips revealed sharpened teeth and a forked tip that made her gasp, a glance upwards spotting the metal chains encircling her wrist.
"It's easy to write what you are," he informed her, his voice a rough hiss. One hand, now tipped with black claws, trailed over the swell of her breast before he moved to a table on the opposite side of the room. "Every time I'm ready to write a new book, I find a woman to bring here and force her to endure everything my character does. It adds so much more to the story to watch it play out before my eyes, though they always look the same . . . a beautiful blonde, usually with green eyes." A wicked smirk was thrown her way over his shoulder. "I've waited for this story since I started writing four years ago, Ellie, since that first night you moved in with your mother after my father married her. I thought of fucking you as I watched you swim in the pool, of sneaking into your room to hold you down and sate my desires, or even lifting you onto the dining room table to eat you into orgasm during family dinners. My father wouldn't have been too concerned since he understands the demonic urges, but your mother would have been a different story. Now, I'm going to finish the last book with the woman I've imagined fucking a thousand times."
He turned to face her and made a motion with his hand as a loud crack filled the air. The sound made her jump and jerk against the chains, though it merely drew a smile from him while he carried the whip to her.
Ellie's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the whip caressing her shoulder then sliding down between her breasts. One hand palmed her ass while the other trailed the whip along her inner thigh and his teeth clamped on her shoulder in a vicious bite. A sudden jerk of the whip hand drew it back before it slashed into her leg, eliciting a scream of pain from her.
"Which part got you wetter, Ellie, the whip or the knife?" His voice rumbled against her skin as he lapped at her shoulder, not catching all the blood dribbling down her shoulder. "Answer honestly."
She whimpered with her eyes glued to the dribbling blood, shocked at his crude demand. Her lack of answer turned into another whimper as she found herself roughly turned to face the wall, arms beginning to strain against the chains when the whip hit her back again. A scream tore from her, followed by another as the whip made two more journeys onto her back, tearing into the thin corset to slash her back. His last slash wrapped around her ribs and straight across her breast so that she screamed, arching away into the cold of the stone wall.
A hand suddenly grasped her hair and jerked her head back, his voice hissing in her ear, "The whip or the knife?"
"Knife," she whispered before courage could desert her.
