Kelly Lucille - Keeping Her

She reached between them and took hold of his cock. The way his eyes rolled back in his head infinitely satisfying. “You think you have what it takes?”

He growled again and took her mouth like his life depended on having her taste on his lips. “Baby, you are playing with fire.”

“Demon.” She said squeezing him from root to stem as he shuddered in reaction. “Don’t call me baby.”

Within a short while, she was the one trembling. “Fine.” She arched against him between breathless pants. “Call me whatever you want.”

It amazed Clytie how fast Demon moved after that. He made a call. Mac and Ben showed up with a truck and transported not only all of her art and equipment but managed to move all her clothes, books, computer, and toiletries while she supervised. Besides a few inexpensive prints and her cheap furniture, they took everything. He even had Mac forward her calls and mail. His efficiency at taking over her life was truly frightening.

Everything not art related went into Demons room, everything else went to her new studio. While not as big as her loft, certainly the place had better lighting.

“What do you think?” Demon rubbed his hands together in glee.

“I think I have whiplash.” She took a deep breath and looked around the large airy room with a full wall of windows. She had been working for the last hour and had everything exactly where she wanted. “You move awfully fast.”

“We should celebrate. Break in the bed.”

“Have you changed your giant bed since Saturday?”

“No.”

“Then the bed’s broken in already.”

“Yeah, but now you’re officially mine.”

Clytie turned to give him her full attention and was nearly singed by the heat pouring out of his eyes.

She took a deep breath, the man was dangerous. “I’d actually like to see the house if you don’t mind. Put away my clothes and stuff. Take a nice walk in your beautiful woods.”

“Right. The woods. Listen you should stick to the house unless I’m with you.”

“Why?”

“Wild animals.”

“What about them?”

“It’s not safe.”

“So, I will only go out during the day and keep to the trails like I would any other wilderness.”

“Better not to go at all without me.”

“Demon, I am going to need space to myself whether you like it or not. You cannot be with me every second of the day.”

“Fine. But do you have to leave the house for that?”

“Are you kidding?”

He guessed from her tone he had better be. He ran possible responses through his mind but how was he supposed to think when he had her here, in his house, and she smelled so damn good with his scent all over her. He had to keep reminding himself Clytie was human and needed space. Space? What the fuck did that mean?

“Knock, knock.” Ben pushed the door open. “Eli wants a word.” He said passing the cordless to Demon who escaped into the hall like a man offered a reprieve. Ben got a good look at the room and whistled. “Is this your work?” He stepped over to a large encaustic Clytie had finished in the last week. The work resembled a night forest with strange bold colors and a stalking wolf hidden behind layers of texture.

“This is incredible.”

“Thanks. I think it’s my best work to date.”

“How much do you want for it?”

She beamed at him and heard Demon growl low from the hall. She laughed.

“That’s pretty much what Demon said and I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. I honestly couldn’t part with it. But thanks for the thought.”

He stared at the art for another long minute before he turned to her with serious eyes. “You are an amazing artist.”

“Thank you. I’m actually having my first show on Friday night. I’d love if you could all make it.” The sincere flattery was enough to make Clytie blush. “You may be the only ones who do show up.”

Demon walked back into the room, his face devoid of all emotion and his eyes cold. Clytie took one look at him and moved into his arms. “What? What happened?” She sensed his hesitation when he didn’t hug her back, then he nearly cracked her ribs he pulled her in so tight. “Demon, talk to me.”

“My mother.” He said his voice the bleakest she had ever heard. He dropped the phone and hauled her up off her feet burying his face in her neck. He pulled her scent in deep as if he couldn’t breathe otherwise. “My mother is dead.”

“Oh no...” She wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him as tight as she could. Her hands went to his hair and tunneled through. “Oh, Demon.” He went to his knees holding her in his lap, his face buried against her neck. Clytie was completely oblivious to anything but the need to comfort him. She barely noticed when Ben joined them on the floor, pulling them both into his arms. He held them, and sometime later Mac joined them. They all ended up lying on the floor in a big pile holding onto Demon while he breathed in and out.

At some point Clytie nodded off. When she next became aware of anything, she was in Demons bed. She must have missed something significant because her pussy was on fire and Demon was fucking her with his tongue and growling. She groaned and arched off the bed when he attached himself to her swollen clit and sucked.

“Demon!” She yelled her voice a hoarse croak. Even she didn’t know whether she was screaming for him to continue or stop. He leaned up, pulling her down the bed until he had the right position and plunged, shuttling himself into her oversensitive cunt. She arched up barely noticing the pain with the pleasure.

“Yes.”

“Mine.” He growled the word on each thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He pounded into her until she screamed her orgasm. He shot fire deep into her womb and roared out his release. Her heart barely back to a normal beat, Demon started all over again. He pounded himself into oblivion and she held him once he was spent. She stroked his hair and waited for the sun to come up.

“She was the one who told me to leave.” He lay with his head cushioned against Clytie soft breasts. Her hand in his hair she rubbed up and down, up and down. “She told me why he hated me and why he’d kill me if I stayed. I never understood until that day.”

“Your father?”

“Not my father. My father died before I was born. That’s why he hated me, because I wasn’t his. Him and that cock sucker Clancy he was so proud of. I was so fucking relieved when she told me. He wasn’t my father and Clancy wasn’t my brother. I was free of them. I left and never looked back.”

“How old were you?”

“Fifteen.”

She swallowed the lump of tears in her throat. “You were a child.”

“No. I wasn’t. Not for a long time.” He pulled her hand from his head and kissed her palm. “She told me to remember my father was a good man and they had loved each other. I had been made in love and not hate. She said that was my legacy. Then she told me to leave and never come back. It was the most I ever remember hearing her say at one time.”

“She loved you.”

“Maybe. Once. But she barely knew I lived most of the time.”

Clytie said nothing, letting him talk. She knew what it felt like to grow up without the love of a parent. I’m sorry had never been enough.

“If she never told you any other way she told you the day she sent you away.”

“How do you figure?”

“She wanted you to be happy so she told you the truth and she needed you to be safe so she sent you away. Sounds like love to me.”

“Maybe.” But he didn’t sound sure.

“Demon.” Her hand stilled on his head. “I don’t want you to feel any pressure or anything, but in case you need to know.” She paused taking a deep breath before plunging on. “I love you.” He stilled lifting his head to meet her eyes.