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“I like the rose petals,” Alex said as he discovered the red trail leading to their bedroom. He walked barefoot through their home, his shoes and socks discarded in the foyer with his jacket.
“They were for Rachel,” explained Lorelei with a smile.
“Yeah, her torn dress by the balcony kinda gave that away,” he grinned back. He came to a halt as he stepped into the bedroom. Ripped sheets, broken glasses and knocked-over bedroom furnishings decorated the room. “Wow. You two had a good time, didn’t you?”
Lorelei looked upon the disheveled chamber with a cool, pleased smile and not a shred of shame or embarrassment. “Passion occasionally brings a material cost along with its blessings. I don’t believe apologies will be forthcoming.”
“It must’ve been spectacular to see.”
“I doubt we would have allowed you to stand aside and watch, had you been present,” she mused. “Still, it is good to devote time solely to each other. We are as committed to one another as we are to you.”
His smile deepened, but he couldn’t hold back the yawn. “I’m exhausted,” he confessed, “but Rachel had a request.”
“She did,” agreed Lorelei. She stepped in close, hooking one hand around his neck to entice him with her fingers on his skin. “My needs may even run deeper than hers.” Her face came close, favoring him with a kiss and a long, tender caress of her cheek against his. “I feel your desire for me, love. It is flavored by your fatigue, by your doubt… by your longing. You are still unsettled that I have strayed. Yet you know we will work this out. You love me and want me now in spite of this change. You feel the pull of the inevitable.” She paused and confessed into his ear, “Forgive me, love, but it is delicious.”
His arms slipped around her waist. “Desire comes in flavors?”
“Yes,” she nodded, lips trailing along his neck. “Context is everything. I draw power from the desire and the pleasures of my victims. The feeling is different with each individual, but even beyond that, my own pleasure differs with circumstance. It depends as much on the situation as the partner.”
Caressing fingers turned to unfastening buttons and buckles. Their breath grew heavy. “Tell me about it,” Alex murmured into her ear.
He felt her smile against his neck. “I am a wicked woman.” She paused. “That concerns you, and it excites you at the same time.”
“Yeah,” he said. He pulled the open shirt from her shoulders, revealing her black, lacy bra and the beauty it shaped. He felt Lorelei tremble with appreciation as his touch roamed her sides and her chest. “This is nice.”
“This is for you. I am for you, Alex,” she told him. “I put it on for you yesterday after you sent that video. I had plans. I needed you badly.” She pulled his boxer briefs down to free his erect need. Her fingers went to work, gently caressing and teasing his flesh as she spoke.
“Instead, I eventually satisfied myself with another man. I seduced him against his better judgment while bound and while Rachel watched. He put his career at great risk to sate his desire for me. He felt guilt and worry, but his desires overran all that. He had to have me. And I thought, with every passing second and with every pleasant touch, that I would have to answer to you for what I did… and even that felt good. All those details, that unique blend of conditions… I enjoyed it greatly.”
Lorelei kept his hands above her hips. He couldn’t slip her pants off without taking full control, and he didn’t want to do that. Not while those fingers came ever closer to much more sensitive and needful flesh. “Is this the moment to talk about that?”
“It is,” she nodded, “because you must understand why I enjoyed it, and why I will inevitably stray again… and why I will always come back, eagerly and of my own free will. Why no matter how few or how many partners we both have, at our core we will still belong to one another.”
She curled those fingers over his shaft, pushing his remaining garment the rest of the way down his legs. “We share so much, Alex. We tend to one another’s lust. We keep our secrets together. We make love as much as we fuck,” she hissed teasingly into his ear.
“Love and sex are not the same, but they become so much better together. You and Rachel love me. I feel it in every context. We share an intimacy that will never be matched.”
“Drop the illusion,” he murmured. “Show me the real you.”
He felt the tail snaking along his leg before he saw her red skin and her demonic wings and horns. His heart quickened at the sight of her.
“I love you, Lorelei,” Alex murmured. “I love you… and I trust you.”
She let out a note of curiosity, but her lips were on his neck.
“You’re worn out. You were hurt. You need this, don’t you?”
Lorelei paused in her affection to nod. “I am weakened, yes,” she said. “I am drained, and hungry. I need this.”
Alex nodded. He drew her up gently by her shoulders to face him and then kissed her tenderly. “I don’t have a job to be at today,” he reminded her, excitement and eagerness building as he spoke. “No place to be ‘til tomorrow morning… we could spend all day and night on your recovery. Or just plain gluttony.”
Lorelei’s eyes glittered as her hands moved over his chest. “You would put yourself at my mercy?”
“I trust you,” he nodded. “With my life.”
Before she could speak, Alex seized her by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed behind her. He advanced, stepping out of the pool of his clothes on the floor to grab hold of her pants.
The red demon grinned as he roughly stripped her from the waist down, not stopping to note the lace over her sex before he tugged it off. “What of your exhaustion?” she taunted. “Didn’t you want a shower?”
Alex pushed one of her legs apart from the other with his knee, resting it on the bed as he bent over her. She felt the head of his cock tease at her inner thighs, but his attention was on the rest of her body as his hands roamed. Elated at the look of possessive hunger in his eyes, she stretched and bent into his touch.
“We’ll get to the shower,” he said. He grabbed a fistful of her hair close to her scalp, tilting her head back. He’d gotten good at that, causing only excitement and no appreciable harm. His mouth came down on her neck as he added, “You can take over when I’m too weak to lead.”
She let out a laugh of physical and emotional excitement as he attacked her. Pinned to the bed, she surrendered eagerly to the hip that pressed against hers, the hand that knowingly cupped her breast and pinched at her nipple, and the mouth that claimed kiss after kiss. Her body responded to his lust as it always did, readying her to accept him well before he actually laid his claim.
Writhing underneath him without shame, Lorelei begged him to take her in wordless sighs and whimpers. She gyrated against him, coating his cock with her wetness and challenging his will to hold out.
Her mouth quivered at the first push of his invasion. Lorelei raised her legs in a soft embrace around his hips, spreading herself to welcome him into her. Together they savored a long and slow initial penetration, and then Lorelei yelped with delight as he withdrew and speared her.
Alex rose slightly. The hand on her breast moved up to her shoulder at the neck, where he pushed down gently but possessively. He thrust into her roughly again, noting the appreciation in her eyes and the lewd and eager spread of her legs. The sight of her beautiful face and body surrendering to him only drove him on. Alex fucked her in smooth, selfish strokes.
Lorelei reveled in her lover’s complete surrender to his lust for her. She felt both the triumph of her seduction and the joys of those submissive strings buried deep within her that only Alex could pull. She felt him embrace his desires and knew it would grow even easier now to get him to indulge them in the future, both with her and with others. All he’d truly needed was a sense of equality.