Page 24 of Last Minion Standing
“No, baby, tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“No.” I thrashed my head.
The moment I gave him the wrong answer, he attacked my body again with his tongue and mouth. And it felt so damned good.
This time, he put his mouth on my sex, sucking at the cream my arousal produced, his tongue probing my inner channel. When he shoved three fingers into my pussy while sucking on my clit, I almost came, the rapture so intense.
He pulled back again. “I love you, baby. Say the words. Just ‘I love you,’ and I’ll fuck you like you need.”
I thrashed my head no, even as my whole body screamed yes. He chuckled, a low sound that made my tummy curl.
“Such a glutton for punishment. I think I will use my flogger after all.”
I opened my eyes in shock and watched as he leaned over the side of the bed and reappeared holding a small flogger.
“Don’t you dare,” I gasped, my nipples tightening so hard they almost hurt.
“Say the words,” he replied with a naughty glint in his eyes.
I tightened my lips.
He twirled his wrist, and the flogger struck me, right between the thighs against my mound. My flesh, already over sensitized, screamed in delight, as did I. Over and over he slapped my flesh with his torturous toy, the silken latex strands feathering and stinging lightly against my cleft, ramping up my desire higher and higher.
He stopped the flailing and plunged several fingers inside me. I screamed and trembled, tightening my muscles around them, about to come. He pulled them out again.
I whimpered. I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. I opened my mouth to say the words he longed to hear, the words I felt as much as I wanted to deny them, but I was saved—or damned—by the ringing of the phone.
With a sigh and a slap of his hand across my mound that made me shudder, he got off the bed and walked away. I hungrily watched the delicious view of his naked, taut buttocks as he left, but as my body cooled, I got annoyed. Like hello, naked, hot babe tied to the bed—make that a very horny babe. For a guy who claimed I was his mate and was trying to make me say the big L word, he had an odd sense of timing. They hadn’t invented voicemail so you could leave a woman in a high state of sexual arousal to answer the phone.
My confusion grew even more when he reappeared, fully dressed.
“I’ve got to go out for a little bit.”
What? “You’re kidding, right?”
His rueful look didn’t have a trace of humor. Neither did his hard kiss, which left me breathless.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he murmured against my lips while his hand stroked across my damp folds.
He started to walk away. “Um, aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.
He turned to look at me and gave me a chagrined look. “Sorry.” He walked back, but instead of releasing me, he grabbed a remote and flipped HBC on.
My mouth opened wide, and my eyes even wider as, with a grin and a blown kiss, he sauntered out of the bedroom. The bastard! I growled and thought of expending some of my special demon strength and breaking the bonds. I mean, seriously, tough as his chains might look, my special blood made me stronger. But I knew he knew I could get free, and obviously, he expected something of me.
So I wondered, should I break free and check his place out? Break free and leave so he could chase me down again? Or did I stay as I was and wait for him to come back and continue where he’d left off? Too many choices and I didn’t know which to choose, although I was starting to get a headache thinking about it.
With nothing better to do for the moment, and undecided still as to my best option, I watched HBC, and surprise, it was a rerun of the last episode of Last Sidekick Standing.
Watching the entire drama unfold was a little easier this time round, not to mention I saw some extra footage I hadn’t noticed at the time. Such as Dretnor scowling as Drake passed his own test of truth. I still didn’t get that demon. He didn’t even seem to like me, so why did he care? When the curtain came down at the end of the episode, and the cameras showed my hasty departure, I expected the show to end at this point.
Instead, the emcee came on and announced that, due to exciting developments, the show’s regular time slot had been extended. Curious at the fresh footage the emcee hinted at, I watched avidly as Dretnor hurried off, looking around him suspiciously as he scurried through Helltown and entered the offices of...HOE.
What the fuck was Dretnor doing there?
“It looks like there is more than one devious plot unfolding. Is Dretnor truly after the sidekick position, or has he joined the competition for nefarious reasons? Find out more after this commercial break brought to you by Hell-A-Roni, Hades’ favorite supper treat.”
My mind worked furiously as I tried to think of an ulterior motive for Dretnor. Was he after my soul hunting job? It made no sense, as anyone could apply for a soul hunter position. Of course, the mortality rate tended to make it almost impossible to get life insurance, but nothing prevented him from applying. I didn’t think he had a secret sexual yen for me. We’d never even spoken, and while Drake’s lust shone in his eyes whenever he saw me, Dretnor’s reflected only dislike.