Mastering the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 3 Page 13

  Zoe pondered that until they approached a cavernous area carved out of the side of a mountain, a humungous arch at its entrance. Male and female demons, trussed up in chains, dangled from the structure, all of them writhing in pleasure as other demons crawled over their naked bodies, suckling cocks, licking cunts and boobs, penetrating every orifice.

  Anatol leaned over, his mouth close to her ear. “That’s the riffraff who couldn’t afford the cover charge. They hang out, listening to the music.”

  To her, they looked as if they couldn’t have cared less about the rough beat. One after the other wailed heartily upon reaching climax. As they drifted down from pleasure, the frenzy paused for a moment, then they were back at it, moaning like the end of the world had come or their next orgasm was near.

  She would have asked if they ever got tired of doing the same thing repeatedly, with no break in between, but she didn’t. Surely even that kind of activity got boring after a while. That’s why this was Hell. No rest for the wicked. No chocolate either. She’d found that out early on.

  They crossed the archway. Instantly, a gust of sultry air delivered the heavy scent of sex.

  Zoe went so weak with anticipation she felt as if her bones had dissolved.

  The guys didn’t seem to notice, leading her deeper into the space. Lewd, carnal images decorated the walls, ceiling and floor, all life size and carved into the stone—wait. Zoe blinked as one of the images moved, the lovers in it suddenly humping like crazy. The one next to it also moved, then another and…

  Stopping, she gaped at the show, letting the chain grow taut between her and Stefin. He tugged on it. Zoe didn’t move, pointing at the wall instead. Not because he’d told her to keep quiet, she was far too stunned to form words. Finally, she mouthed, ‘What is that?’

  Taro answered first, having turned around to join her. “It’s what happens when you try to sneak in without paying. You’re trapped in stone forever, screwing around with the same babe you brought.”

  There was a problem with that? Sounded romantic to Zoe, like full-on commitment. The ten-letter word that sent guys running. She studied Taro, wondering what he thought about it.

  His face turned the same shade of red as his hair. Zoe suspected it wasn’t from the heat. Averting his gaze, he led them deeper into the space. Replacing the stone demons were real ones doing what came naturally and unnaturally on the ornate sofas, chairs, tables and rugs, arms and legs at awkward angles, all of those limbs impossibly entwined.

  And she’d been worried about someone gawking at her. Every being in this place was so busy banging themselves crazy a nuclear explosion wouldn’t catch their attention.

  Zoe couldn’t look enough, stopping again at a group whose hands and feet were chained against the wall. Many seemed close to orgasm, but the second they were ready to peak, the demons arousing them stopped.

  They wailed in protest, momentarily drowning out the music. Zoe wondered what they’d done to deserve being cheated out of an orgasm. Had they paid the cover charge with a bad check or a stolen credit—

  “Rachel?” Zoe whispered and stopped dead, forgetting to be quiet and to follow the guys. She stared at the tall blonde secured to the wall, moaning pitifully when the demon tonguing her clit wouldn’t let her come.

  “Zoe,” Stefin warned.

  “Wait,” she said, pointing frantically. “I know that girl on the end. I was alive with her. She was my BFF in Salem.”

  The guys exchanged a glance.

  “I gotta talk to her,” Zoe said.

  “Go on,” Stefin offered first, “but after that, you follow us.”

  Nodding obediently, Zoe hurried to the wall.

  “Whoa,” the demon at Rachel’s feet said. “Wait your turn.”

  “This is my turn,” Zoe growled. “Back away, got it?”

  Taro tapped the guy’s shoulder with his whip. “Move on. Now.”

  “Or we’ll make you,” Anatol warned.

  “Thanks,” Zoe said, loving them and Stefin for being so considerate. She turned to her friend. “Rach?”

  Her face and hair were damp with perspiration. Panting heavily, she struggled to part her lids. Once she had, Zoe saw recognition on her face.

  “Zo?”

  Zoe grinned so hard her cheeks hurt. “Yeah. I didn’t know you were here. How’d you end up in this place? Hell, I mean.”

  “Aw, crud, it’s a long story.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  Stefin huffed from behind. Zoe patted his belly to calm him down. When that didn’t work, she stroked his rod.

  Rachel watched the exchange with growing interest. As Zoe kept stroking Stefin’s cock, she snapped her other fingers to get Rachel’s attention. “Go on, tell me.”

  She looked uneasy. “Remember your guy?”

  Unfortunately. Zoe had spent over three hundred years trying to forget the prick. “What about him?”

  Rachel bit her bottom lip before answering. “I fell for him too.”

  No shit. A month ago, that would have sent Zoe into a jealous fury then the depths of despair. Stefin, Anatol and Taro had changed that. She shrugged. “Hey, you’re entitled. He was the hottest dude in the village with muscles that went from here to tomorrow.”

  Rachel giggled. “I loved watching him make horseshoes. Why blacksmiths ever died out is beyond me.”

  “No kidding. So you and he hooked up for a while?”

  “Would I be here if we had?”

  Uh-oh. Zoe let go of Stefin’s rod. “Satan screwed you over too?”

  “Big time. Something about free will and Ebenezer using it to avoid me even after I’d sold my soul to get him.”

  What a freaking scam the Prince of Darkness had going.

  “Ebenezer?” Stefin said, choking on a laugh. Taro and Anatol snickered.

  Rachel took them in, tarrying on their balls and cocks. The flames in her eyes danced. “Your new posse?”

  “Masters,” Zoe corrected.

  The guys stopped laughing.

  Liking that and the way their gazes practically devoured her, Zoe twirled her chain and bobbed to the savage beat of the music. “Catch up with you later,” she said to Rachel.

  She smiled. “Don’t be a stranger. By the way, dynamite outfit.”

  Zoe struck a pose like a Victoria’s Secret model, all sass and sexy innocence. “Thanks. My Masters like it. Don’t you?” she asked them.

  Stefin’s leer just about set Zoe on fire. He pulled her into his arms and slanted his mouth over hers, his kiss deep, wet and fucking hard. With his hands gripping her ass, he ground his cock into her cunt as he enjoyed her mouth, his tongue filling her to the point that not even a whimper could get free.

  “Oh, yeah,” Rachel said from behind.

  Taro kissed Zoe next, her back to his front. He’d slipped one arm around her waist and used the other to turn her face to his. Once he’d captured her mouth and drove his tongue inside, he ran his palm over her nipples and gently tugged the rings, sending a thrum of desire through her. He finally lowered his hand to her cunt. He toyed with the ring there before concentrating on her clit. His first stroke pulled a muffled moan from her. The next threatened to send her over the edge.

  Before he could do so, Anatol took over, lifting Zoe until she wrapped her legs around his lean hips, her damp pussy pressed against his groin, arms circling his shoulders. They made out like Tasmanian devils, the noises pouring from them outrageous and beautiful, speaking of their passion.

  Her lips felt bruised, her head swam. If nothing other than this happened tonight, Zoe would still be grateful for their attention and fierce desire.

  At last, Anatol ended their kiss and released her. She wavered slightly, clamping her hand on the first thing she encountered—the demon’s shoulder. He was back at Rachel’s feet, his expression pissier than before. />
  “I just need a moment,” Zoe explained.

  “No time for that,” Stefin said, moving her hand from the demon. “Too much to do.”

  Her body sang. “Oh, yeah?”

  “You have no idea,” Taro said, squeezing her ass.

  Anatol smiled as he ran his fingers through her bush. “We’ll show you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  She may have been a demon and a born hell raiser, but Anatol knew Zoe had so much to learn when it came to carnal pleasure. What went on down here had surprised her already.

  She hadn’t seen anything yet. Tonight would be like no other in her existence. Anatol wanted her to experience ultimate delight without any recriminations or heartache, to learn to trust guys.

  He couldn’t help but notice her embarrassment when her friend had mentioned Ebenezer. What a fucking joke. With a name like that, Zoe should have ground her shoe into his face, or even better, his balls, squashing them. The prick was a blacksmith to boot. As far as Anatol was concerned, that made him an uneducated savage, not good enough for his Zoe.

  Whoa, wait.

  His Zoe? Where had that thought come from?

  She leaned into his hand. Anatol hadn’t realized he’d been stroking her clit, unknowingly giving her pleasure as though it was his one purpose in life. When he slipped two fingers into her cunt, preparing her for the wild night ahead, Zoe grabbed his dreadlocks and pulled him into her. Her kiss was wicked as hell and heavenly too, their tongues doing a slow, sexy waltz.

  Growling with unendurable need, he hauled Zoe as close as he could, which wasn’t nearly enough, wanting to take her here, now.

  “Enough,” Stefin grumbled.

  Maybe for him. Anatol was just getting started and needed far more, his passion erupting as it hadn’t since he’d lost Gigi. Zoe—his Zoe—did that to him.

  Stefin said something indistinct and then shoved Anatol away from her. Of all the— Once he’d regained his balance, Anatol bunched his shoulders, ready for battle. Stefin did the same. Those around them fell silent, waiting for the fight.

  A passing demon shook his head. “Bad move.”

  True, a brawl would bring the bouncers here. The rules were strict—everyone was supposed to make love, not war. Any demon who didn’t obey was promptly tossed out and never allowed to return.

  Anatol huffed out his breath and finally gave Stefin the finger. Thankfully, vulgar hand gestures and verbal obscenities weren’t prohibited.

  Ignoring him, Stefin took command of Zoe’s chain again. “Keep up,” he ordered her.

  “Or we’ll never get to the good part,” Taro said.

  No kidding. Anatol could hardly wait any longer. What they’d planned for her was so damn awesome.

  Zoe could barely catch her breath at the sheer wonder of this night. Stefin and Anatol had been ready to fight over her, just as Taro had done with that demon at the Crucible. How freaking sweet was that?

  Zoe smiled until she recalled that this evening was only about sex, not friendship or the guys’ emotional needs that only she could satisfy. There were zillions of babes here aching for pleasure, all of them more than willing to give it. Most were built and far better looking than Zoe would ever be even with a gazillion wishes from MJ or countless potions from Becca’s mom. Better remember that.

  Dismissing her sentimental notions, she stopped following Stefin and looked over. “Later,” she said to Rachel.

  Her friend studied Taro, Anatol and Stefin’s assets before she seemed to realize that Zoe had spoken. With an unmistakable look of lust, she cooed, “You bet.”

  “Let’s go,” Zoe said to the guys, taking off quickly before Rachel got any ideas. Like throwing herself at them as she’d obviously done with Ebenezer. It was a miracle he hadn’t fallen for her. She had the face of an angel and boobs as big as cantaloupes. Maybe he’d been into guys.

  Yanking her chain, Stefin shouted above the music, “Hold it.”

  Zoe finally stopped, realizing her faux pas. She batted her eyelashes at him. “Sorry, Master.”

  He seemed torn between bellowing and laughing. Zoe winked. Stefin broke into a broad grin that he quickly shook off. Leaning down to her, he growled, “No more delays.”

  Fine with her. She was so fucking ready for what would come next.

  Then again…

  Once they’d left the section where Rachel had been, the music faded. Replacing it was a steady drone that grew in intensity, blocking out the sounds of crackling fires and bursting rocks. The scent of sex was denser here than it had been in the last place, the sulfur so intense it was an effort to breathe. They came to a narrow tunnel with an orangey glow at the other end. The previous hum took on the unmistakable sound of countless conversations punctuated by numerous shouts.

  Taro, Stefin and Anatol walked faster with Zoe having to keep up.

  Within seconds, they’d entered a gargantuan area dominated by a stadium that seated what looked to be thousands of demons. As far as Zoe could see, it was a full crowd tonight. Vendors crisscrossed the aisles like worker bees, selling their wares. Booze for everyone, steaks for the guys, chocolate for the ladies.

  What the fuck? Satan had said the dark treat wasn’t available here. Lying prick.

  One young woman had stuffed so much into her mouth smears surrounded it and made her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk’s. If she kept that up, she’d soon be headed for the third circle—gluttony.

  Turning away, Zoe stared at the circular stage that had suddenly materialized in the center of the stadium. On it was a wooden frame with chains and manacles on each side. At both ends of the field, monster TV screens allowed everyone to see what was going to happen on that platform.

  The guys headed for it with Zoe in tow.

  She was the entertainment? They were going to play with her there with everyone watching?

  Zoe stopped and shrank back, feeling all eyes on her. The din quieted. Soon, the entire stadium fell silent, heads turned in her direction, the audience no doubt waiting for what would come.

  She broke out in a cold sweat, part apprehension at how she looked and what she lacked physically, part excitement at the coming pleasure.

  Stefin tugged on her chain. From behind, Anatol gave her a small shove. Finally, she got moving again and stopped at the brief stairway that led to the platform. Right now, it looked taller than Mount Everest to her. Given how her legs trembled, it’d be a miracle if she could crawl up those steps much less walk.

  Stefin took the decision out of her hands, sweeping Zoe into his arms.

  The crowd roared in approval and stomped their feet, the sounds deafening.

  When Stefin let Zoe down on the platform, she clung to him, motioning for Taro and Anatol to join them.

  The spectators quieted and then let out a mass shout of disapproval. Zoe didn’t give a crap. She hung on to her guys, feeling safer with them than she ever had with anyone else.

  Stefin ran his knuckles down her cheek. “Was the stadium a bad idea? Is it too much?”

  Zoe would have laughed at the naiveté of his comment if she’d wanted to hurt him. No freaking way. She’d cut out her tongue before humiliating him or the others. They’d meant well, wanting to give her a rocking good time. Hell, they understood Zoe better than she knew herself. Desire continued to uncoil within her, her mind filling with bawdy images that were too tempting to resist. At last, she shook her head. “It’s great. How about me, how do I look?”

  “Beautiful,” Stefin said without pause.

  “Hot,” Taro added.

  “Good enough to eat,” Anatol chimed in, “which we will.”

  Words of lust, not love, but they still managed to move Zoe. She fought tears of gratitude because the guys cared enough to make her feel wanted and pretty. No man had ever done that before. Surely not Ebenezer or Satan.

  Fu
ck ’em. Zoe was a different person now, ready for anything. “Let’s give these demons a damn good show.”

  The audience thundered their pleasure at Stefin securing her wristbands to the chains on each side of the frame. Anatol clamped manacles around her boots, tightening the links until she’d spread her thighs widely. Taro grabbed the chain that dangled from the top of the frame and ran it through the ring on the back of her collar.

  In no time at all, Zoe couldn’t move an inch to the right, left, forward or backward. She was fully theirs.

  As if to prove it, Taro palmed her nipples, again playing with the rings, coaxing an unholy moan from her. Whistles and shouts burst from the crowd. Smiling, Taro grabbed the cups of her bra and yanked them apart. The fabric tore, leaving Zoe more exposed than she’d been, proving she was his and the others’ plaything, their sexual slave.

  Behind Taro, the crowd pumped their fists and stomped their feet. Ignoring the commotion, he moved into her, his fingers playing with the ring in her labia before he worked her clit.

  Her head fell back on a longing sigh, dazzling sensations rippling through her, coaxing more moisture from her pussy.

  Someone cupped her ass and squeezed. Stefin? Anatol? Whoever it was must have exchanged a glance with Taro. Zoe caught the change in his expression. He dropped his hand and moved away from her.

  A hush fell over the crowd. Most of the audience glanced to the right or the left rather than at her, many craning their necks to see better. Zoe looked over and forgot to breathe. The screens showed a close up of her pussy, her curls glistening with moisture from her cunt. Through the veil of hair, Zoe saw her folds, plump with passion, slick with desire, pierced by the gold ring.

  The audience let out a whoop of delight.

  Anatol, Stefin and Taro circled Zoe, drinking her in, the whips swinging lazily at their sides. Stefin stopped in front and pushed the ragged ends of her bra away so no part of it hid her. Someone—Anatol?—had paused behind her and dragged the crotchless thong over her hips, leaving nothing between him and her nudity. He trailed his fingers between her cheeks. Tingles dashed up Zoe’s spine and down her thighs, the magical sensations settling in her pussy. She whimpered, unable to help herself.