Bait
** Note: Some descriptions concerning suicide and sadism may be disturbing.
"I miss you, doll," he whispered. She held the phone to her ear, standing in the hotel suite. The opulence around her was overpowering. It was so different than where she'd been only two years ago.
Two years ago, she was a dead broke singer, barely out of high school. She was with a small-time band, a group that she called friends, playing in little holes-in-the-wall bars. She had dreams of making it to the big time, but those dreams were quickly getting crushed. She remembered the smoke-filled room, the greasy food and stale beer. She remembered the leering glances from the few bar patrons that actually seemed to listen to her. She thought they wanted to fuck her more than listen, though.
But her life quickly changed when Sarin walked in. Everyone in the bar noticed him, dressed in his fine, custom suit. He had a lovely friend with him, a blond dressed to kill with the highest of heels. He didn't seem to be interested in drinking once he saw what his choices were, but quickly took an interest in Amy. He looked mesmerized by her voice, by her look. He sat and stared at her for an hour before she took her first break.
He had his girlfriend come over and fetch her, which the young woman did, obviously reluctantly. The blond didn't seem to like the competition. But Amy was ecstatic that he took an interest in her. He took her from the bad bar scene and helped get her better places to play, more upscale places with far better earnings.
He was very rich and very connected. At first it was simply a business relationship, but that changed within the first month. She didn't know if it was love of him or his money and power, but she gave herself to him. She remembered the first feel of the silk sheets against her bare skin. She remembered how gentle he was, at least at first. She didn't have much sexual experience at the time, but he made her gain it rapidly.
She shivered when she remembered her first time with him. She remembered how he slowly undressed her, kissing every inch of exposed flesh as the fabric was peeled away. She remembered watching him as he suckled on her breasts, how each flick of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure all through her body. And when he moved down her body, she watched his lips and tongue caress her... down there... and it was so intense. She couldn't believe she came so hard and then he licked up all her fluids. It totally embarrassed her, but he seemed to love it. He seemed to want more and more, too.
Amy remembered when he put her legs up against his chest, holding them tightly as he thrust into her. She couldn't believe how big he was, so thick and long. She never thought it would fit inside her, but it did. And it was incredible just how good it felt there, too. She remembered her ass quivering when his hips smacked into it with each thrust. She almost passed out from the pleasure of it.
"I miss you, too, babe" Amy said into the cell phone. While her voice sounded soft, there was no love behind it. She felt no love for the man, at least not any more. Yes, he excited her. Yes, he took incredibly good care of her financially and brought her career to heights she had only dreamed about, but she knew how evil he really was. He was a demon. "I'll be home in a couple of days."
"No worries, I'm coming up there," he said, shocking her.
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Well, a friend of mine, a very, very important friend, wants to meet you. I've talked about you so much he thought it was time."
Amy licked her lips... finally! "I hope I don't disappoint," she said softly.
"Not a chance, doll. You're perfect. I can't wait to see your costume."
She thought about the tight latex, how it hugged her body, how it accentuated her curves so perfectly. She always felt aroused while wearing it and he knew it. He knew everything that excited her.
At first he was the patient, loving sexual partner. But as they both experimented, he became more and more deviant. She reveled in how he turned everything into a sexual adventure. She remembered him bending her over the hood of the car the first time, in a restaurant parking lot. How he just lifted up her skirt, tore her panties off and thrust into her hard and deep. Her body shuddered as he acted so animalistic, grabbing her hair and pulling it so hard her head was pulled back, her back arched.
She remembered feeling him dominate her so easily and her loving it. But soon, it took an even darker twist. It started with him spanking her ass as he played with her. He'd act so dominant that she thought it was just role-playing at first, but then it kept going, again and again. The spankings themselves became more painful, but her body betrayed her when she came, telling him that she loved it and wanted more. Then came the switch, scoring her back with red marks. But they quickly healed under his care, giving him time to apply them again and again.
The pain was excruciating, but so... exciting. Amy found herself panting in heat every time she met him, but so afraid of what was going to happen.
"I'll wear it for you afterwards, if you want," she said softly, her fingertips touching her nipple. She felt the piercing there, the ring with the chain hanging from it. The chain dangled and attached to the other nipple through a ring piercing it as well. She liked how it felt, how the chain moved keeping her nipples so hard. After the large breast implants she had a lot of breast to show, too. All the shirts she wore now made sure to show plenty of cleavage was well as give the chain room to move.
"Mmmm, that would be very hot," he moaned. She grabbed the chain and pulled on it, pulling her nipples. She gasped softly and licked her lips. She couldn't believe how hot he made her just by his voice. "I'm sure my friend will find you very alluring in it, too."
Even though she knew it was demon magic, she couldn't avoid it. She had no chance against his powers. She hung up the phone and walked around her room. The show was in two hours. Even though he was all the way on the other side of the country, she knew he'd be there. He always made it. She had no idea how, at least before. But it all made sense now. He had inhuman powers. She slowly gathered her clothing for the concert, packing a small duffel bag and throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt.
She looked at herself in the mirror, not believing she could look so... plain. She was the hottest new singing sensation. Her image graced the cover of every magazine. Every costume she wore looked incredible on her. Everyone, men and women, longed to either be her or to go to bed with her. She was an idol and a sex symbol.
It both excited and revolted her.
Amy picked up her other cell phone and looked at it. She knew she had to make the call, but she was scared. She pressed the speed dial and waited, the man picked up on the second ring.
"Yes?" he asked gruffly.
"He said an important friend is coming to see me perform," she whispered quickly. "I think it's him."
"Did he give a name?"
