The first installment in what I hope to make into a string of stories of various sexual exploits.
Visitors are always welcome at my site.
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"He's just finishing a meeting," Ozdamar's guard said. "Head right in." I narrowed my eyes at the brute of a demon, not fully trusting him. But I was expected, and shouldn't keep the Archdemon of Las Vegas waiting.
Ebony doors opened at a touch, allowing me access to Ozdamar's office, and sight of the red-head woman tied to his coffee table. Maybe I should have waited.
"Mierelle. How nice to see you." Oz sat in a high-backed chair, wearing only a silk robe. Golden eyes caught me before I could retreat. "Come in, sit down."
Sweat rose as I closed the doors behind me. Alone with Ozdamar. The Archdemon had risen from the ranks of mere incubus, proving himself a clever leader, taking a tight hold of the demonic doings of Sin City.
The scent of sexual energy reminded me he was still an incubus.
Standing in the middle of the floor, I tried to avoid Oz and the naked woman. But the wall behind his desk was screen after screen of his sex club. The other walls had erotic paintings on it, leaving nowhere safe to look.
"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked, voice velvety soft and low. The young woman moaned, and I blushed.
"If you're busy, I could come back later," I mumbled, finally looking at the floor. It was a deep maroon, made of something plush. Would probably feel good on naked skin.
I needed to stop letting Oz affect me. Rumors were that his sexual powers had allowed him to climb the ranks so swiftly. As a half-demon, I was lucky to get any rumors at all.
He fiddled with something as he rose, and the woman's moans increased. "Please," she whimpered, but Ozdamar ignored her.
It was hard not to look at him. His presence was impressive, like a black flame, and it pressed against all my defenses. As he padded closer, I could smell him, sharp like ozone, and I resisted the allure. I was to work as his assistant, not be his whore.
"Has my little Mierelle grown shy?" Bare feet entered my line of sight. The arrogant prick kept even his toenails painted. "You didn't seem too shy last week."
My gaze jerked up, past the barely closed robe and tattoos on his chest, all the way up to his gold eyes. Pure gold, no pupil or whites, the only outward sign of demon blood. "Is that why I'm here?" I tried to be angry, to not give in to his sensual mouth.
Difficult when I already knew what that mouth tasted like.
"Mostly." He shifted, the robe slipping off one shoulder. It was already loose, and showing too much of his flesh. I didn't check to see what was exposed now. "But also because you're supposed to be the best organizational mind of demon descent."
The woman kept moaning, begging Ozdamar to come back, to finish her off. Combined with his aroma, my arousal was growing. The need for release threatened to overwhelm me, banishing rational thought. "Only because I'm half human," I said, licking my lips. My gaze began traveling down his face to his long neck and prominent collar bones. He'd gotten a silver hoop placed around the left one.
"That's the half that makes you as passionate as you are, yes?" He stood absolutely still, barely breathing. I'd expected him to touch me by now. Maybe even wanted him to.
The bound woman wouldn't stop making noise. She begged Ozdamar to get her off, to cum all over his cock. Had I been as wanton when we'd been together last week?
Gritting my teeth, I turned my back on her, stepping away from the Archdemon. "Can you do something about her? Put her away maybe?"
Ozdamar walked away. "Put her away? You don't sound very human there."
The familiar sting rose. Always looked down on because of my mixed blood. Not at home on Earth, not welcome in Hell. Just enough of my incubus father's powers to be alluring to humans, but not demon enough to be immune to the same powers. I didn't belong in either would, and was unable to find peace. "Just make her be quiet."
The doors opened, letting in fresh air and the guard demon. "Take my former assistant to the main stage. Have some of the performers give her a good work out." The woman cried, begging Oz to stop, but there was no mercy.
"Former assistant?" I asked archly after the door closed. Rounding on him, I crossed my arms beneath my breasts. "Is that a veiled threat?"
Ozdamar stood where the table and woman had been. Holding my gaze, he undid his robe. I blushed, unable to look away while the silk puddled at his feet. Being lost in his golden eyes kept me from looking directly at his growing erection.
