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Lust & Monsters 3
Domination and Submission, MFM Threesome, Short story
Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This book can be enjoyed on its own, but for optimum reading experience, check out the first book of Lust & Monsters: Accidental Contract
"What are you?"
"You know exactly what I am."
He stepped forward and I backed away until the back of my knee touched the cold bathtub. I yelped as I fell backwards and he wrapped his arms around my waist to keep my head from hitting the porcelain tub.
"I'm the demon you summoned," he whispered, his lips so close to my ear that goose bumps erupted from where his breath brushed my skin. "And now you're mine."
When Anna joins her ex-bullies in a summoning ceremony, she doesn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a cut on her palm and a sexy demon hard on her heels.
He claims to be there to grant her wishes. But at what cost?
This is short story contains steamy scenes including threesomes, public sex, and voyeurism. Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
I could feel the uneasy fluttering in my stomach as the taxi pulled up to the apartment complex. After the disastrous accident in the States, Mr. Gregory decided it would be best for me to go on an extended holiday. I wished he would just let me go and be done with it, but Mr. Gregory - the saint - insisted that I be kept on payroll so I could returned whenever I wanted to.
I was a disappointment.
My work was sub-par and my work experiences left a lot to be desired. There was no reason for him to keep someone like me employed under such a famous recording brand. I was just an average girl with a predisposition to panic attacks. And two demons at my heels, fighting for my attention... and forgiveness.
I shook the thoughts from my mind.
My boss insisted on giving me three months to work things out, and then I better get my ass back to work. I cracked a smile and lowered the window. I didn't think he expected me to be back a week after he gave me that holiday. I couldn't stand not doing anything while still getting paid.
The gate opened after I scanned the security pass against the screen panel.
It was early in the afternoon on a weekday. If I was lucky, I wouldn't have to introduce myself to any of my new neighbors. The taxi came to a halt at the main entrance and a man in a black and green uniform came to open the door to my car before I could open it myself.
"Thank you," I said, smiling at the older man. He was a big guy with a kind smile.
"You must be Miss Anna," he said, helping me out the car.
"Yes, sir," I said as I paid the cab driver. "Keep the change."
He mumbled a nervous thanks as he took the money and jumped out of the car to retrieve my luggage. He handed it over to whom I assumed was the caretaker of the building.
"I can take it," I insisted, but he was already walking ahead of me, hoisting it up the front steps. He released it only long enough to scan his key card and have the automatic doors opened. The apartment complex seemed empty, a dull collections of white furniture among white paint. A single long desk sat in one side of the hall and a couch in the other. Both were spotless.
"Everyone's at work," he explained as we got into the elevator. "I'm Grant. It's my pleasure to have you with us, Miss Anna," he said. I was right. He was the owner of the establishment. It had been difficult getting a place here, especially with the long waiting list, but the man who interviewed me recognized my face from the tabloids and took mercy on me. The high end establishment had 24 hour security detail with triple measures to make sure no outsiders were allowed in.
My face had been plastered over every entertainment and tabloid magazine for the past few weeks. I was Mateo's mysterious lover with a dark past, which made me intriguing enough. To make matters worse, my parents thought I would be their golden ticket into riches and conveniently forgot about all the times they abused me. They had been sharing their sob story to every magazine that would listen, calling me out as a ungrateful daughter when it became obvious I was not interested in meeting them or giving them any money.
When they tried to drag the company through the mud by blaming them for my absence, an old friend had sent a few magazines pictures from when I was younger.
I didn't remember having my picture taken that night when I ran away from home. I was twelve years old. There was blood on my shirt and my eye was swollen shut. I was an incredibly skinny child, bones poking out where muscles should be. My look was haggard and tired, my expression showing pain well beyond my age. The nightshirt that was I wearing was torn on enough places to see that I was bruised and bleeding. At the back of the pictures, someone had written, "They've hurt her enough."
Some reporter found out where the letter had come from later on, a church orphanage where I had grown up. Pastor James had sent it.
They disappeared not long after the pictures surfaced and the story faded into obscurity. Or it tried to. Mateo's sudden decision to postpone the rest of his tour fueled a new wave of interest. I didn't know why he decided to do it. I made it obvious that I needed some time away from him.
I needed some time away from everybody.
As I walked the new apartment complex, I realized I hadn't seen the place before deciding I wanted to stay in it. I had looked at the number of security measures put in to make sure nobody from outside the apartment could get in and wanted a room immediately.
"Do you like it?" he asked, a little uncertainty in his tone.
I drank in the simple design of the spacious living room and nodded carefully.
"The kitchen is that way," he waved to my right, "and the bathroom and master bedroom is down the hall. There's two guest rooms if you want to have guests over. I understand you will be staying alone?"
"If you ever decide to sublet, just drop me a note and make sure the forms are filled," he said.
I nodded again, not really listening as he continued to give me details on apartment rental. The rooms were large and empty with the bare minimum furniture. I made a mental note to do some shopping once I stop hemorrhaging money. I had to open a new credit card to pay for the apartment's deposit.
Maybe a roommate wouldn't be too bad. She would help pay a portion of the rent and make the place livelier. It was unsettling to be alone after all this time. I didn't know if I was going to be comfortable sleeping alone again.
"I hadn't been expecting you so early." The man's gruff voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"The traffic was good," I said, then thanked him for bringing me to my room.
A small smile graced his lips. "It's Friday, so we have a mini party downstairs this evening with all the residents. It's free food and most of the residents are nice. Feel free to come and introduce yourself if you're up for it. Let me know if anybody gives you any trouble."
"Thank you, sir," I said.
"Everyone just calls me Grant. You've been emailed the rules book?"
I nodded mutely.
"I'll leave you to it then," he said, stepping back inside the elevator. "Make sure to keep your keycard with you when you leave. Your card lets you back to your floor," he said as the door closed.
I waved and thanked him again.
Once the elevator door slid shut, I collapsed onto the couch and released the breath I didn't realize I had been holding.
It had been a long year. I lost my memory a year ago after an accident but started regaining them when my parents showed up. They tried to reunite with me as if nothing had happened. As if they didn't abuse me growing up. My memories returned to me shortly afterwards, though I couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.
My life suddenly got a lot more complicated. I had a lover, Dante, who wasn't human. In fact, I wasn't sure what he was. He had horns like a devil and his skin an ash white that could be mistaken for the dead. His eyes were fully black, as were his nails and tongue. I shuddered when I remember having that tongue buried within my heat, driving my mind insane with lust.
I shook my head and forced it to stop dwelling on things it shouldn't.
Dante wasn't human, which meant he couldn't die. His lovers could and he had lost so many in the past he couldn't bear to let himself get close to me, which was why he decided to cheat on me right after taking my virginity.
It was all a lie.
"Does this feel right, Anna?" he whispered, leaning against me.
I looked between our bodies and saw his manhood, a magnificently large rod that looked like it was too big to fit anywhere, let alone inside of me. "I don't know," I closed my eyes and looked away, cheeks blushing brightly.
"Anna," he said, his voice tender. Caressing my cheek with two fingers, he turned my face back to him. He studied my eyes, the blush on my cheeks, and smile. "Will you kiss me?"
I ignored the thundering roar of my heartbeat and leaned forward, allowing myself to be completely consumed by him. When I drew back, we were both breathless. "I don't know what to do," I whispered.
"I'll show you," he chuckled against the nape of my neck. His fingers caressed around my breasts, yet refusing to touch the tips. "Your body knows what you want," he whispered.
"Oh," I sighed, my head falling back against the pillows. My palms splayed out over his chest, feeling the vibration of his hammering heartbeat.
"I'll be gentle," he promised, his kisses distracting my mind from his hand on my inner thigh.
"Don't be gentle. Be you," I breathed. "I don't want anything else, Dante. Just you."
I let out a deep breath and covered my eyes with my arm to block out the thoughts. I squeezed my hands into tight fists. Remembering how much loving him hurt. It was all a lie. He felt nothing for me.
He doesn't love you, I reminded myself, furiously wiping away the tears that had escaped down my cheeks. He never loved you.
I ran my fingers through my hair and drew a shuddering breath in. It wasn't fair how much I loved him and how little that love meant to him. I wasn't enough. No matter what he said. I just wasn't enough.
"Yes, Anna?" he responded automatically, like a puppy eager to please its master. When he talked to me like that, I felt like I was the center of his universe.
It surprised me that I was able to speak, though my voice sounded distant and small.
"I know what to do," I said, not quite believing the words that were coming from my lips. He looked confused, which was probably for the best. I couldn't blame him. None of this was his fault. He didn't have a choice in the matter. He was forced into the circumstances. It was only fair that he wanted out.
I was the one who was stupid enough to believe him. Stupid enough to fall in love with him. I let him into my life and worse, I started relying on him to make things better. I should've known better than to trust him to make my heart better.
I hadn't expected him to pulverize what was left of my heart into unrecognizable ashes quite so quickly. The woman walked up from behind him, but kept her distance. Her green eyes were narrowed as she glared at me.
A weak smile fluttered to my face and her glare turned into confusion. She was very beautiful. They would probably be happy together. The contract ends when I die, so they'd have a good sixty years if I lived to eighty.
"I know what to do," I repeated, running a trembling hand through my hair. I was a mess, but it didn't need to be that way. Dante and his infinite power. "Send me away," I said.
"I need to ask something from you to seal the contract, right? This is what I want," I said, sounding unnervingly calm.
"Send me somewhere you can't find me," I whispered, reaching for his hands. They were so cold. I placed his palms on my cheeks. "Make me forget. Wipe everything about you from my mind."
"Anna, no. Please, don't do this. We can-"