The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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The Devil and the
Chapter Sixty Three (NC-17)
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“Hey!”
Lance nearly tripped over his own feet as Amara
darted out of the alcove and dragged him back in with her.
She shook her head mutely and tugged on his hand, pulling him
closer. “Amara,”
he groaned, not wanting the headache that was threatening to bloom behind his
eyes, “we’re fucking late! He harbored
a secret fear that, somehow, the Professor was like Magneto after all, or at
least more than he would admit to being.
He worried that he would find himself and Todd out on the street,
homeless, if Professor Xavier ever became truly angry or disappointed in
them. “
She
sighed. “We won’t be in trouble.
She tugged at the hem of his
shirt, brushing him away as he tried to remove her hands from his
clothing. “I’lll thl them I did not feel
well and refused to be alone. I’ll tell
them I made you stay with me because I was scared.”
inwardly—Lance had no idea how close to the truth those words were and what it
cost her to say them in terms of pride.
Lance
frowned. He could tell something was off
about her. Amara
was never outwardly needy like this. She
was never one to plea for attention, at least not obviously.
leaning back against the wall. “You
really don’t feel good?”
breath. “I feel as well as I can.
He could
recognize the evasion easily. “Do you need
to see Beast again? Or that shrink
friend of the Professor’s?” He reached
out and pushed her hair from her eyes, still frowning.
could see signs in her appearance, now that he was looking, that she had not
been her usual self. Her hair was not
squeaky clean, she did not smell of incense and orange blossoms and, he noted
bottom starting to fray. “
“I think
they’re Rahne’s,” she shrugged.
half and run through the gamut of medical tests and threatened with
psychological exams before the press arrived to bang at the gates.
because he had some questions for her, based on what he had heard and, yes,
seen, of her escapade. Her fingers stole
up his chest and found the lump of the lock hanging from the cord around his
neck, hidden under his shirt. “Are you
questioning me?” she murmured, though it lacked enthusiasm or even authority.
He laid his
hand over hers, holding it to him, the lock pressing warmly into the hard plane
of his chest as he stared down at her. “Princess,
don’t do this. Don’t hide behind this.”
Her eyes
suddenly blazed with anger, though whether it was towards herself
or some other source, even she could not say.
“Do you know why I did it? Why I
tried to do it? I am nothing,
Lance. Nothing.
birthright… even my own people.” She closed
her eyes and leaned back, letting her hand fall from beneath his.
moment in the startled silence that fell. Just as suddenly as she had her
outburst, she was smiling, close to him again, reaching for him.
from it around his neck and gave it a sharp tug, the ends parting and
falling. She did the same to the cord
with the key around her neck. “I hope
you realize the gift I am giving you,” she said tartly, a shade of her usual
self.
Lance felt
oddly naked without the lock and more than a little surprised as she tied the
much shorter cord with the key around his neck.
“What are you doing?”
“I lack
rank, I lack title… I think this is a sign from the gods that I am to be a
servant in some way, to learn…” She tied
the other cord around her neck and lowered her eyes.
while.”
“What?
spanspan>She sighed
and rolled her eyes where he could not see her.
“I’ll make this easy, then.” She
unfastened her jeans and pushed them to her knees, turning and leaning her
hands against the wall, arching her back slightly.
superior for the next…oh, hour. Lance, I’ve
been bad,” she gritted out the trite phrase.
“I need to be disciplined.”
He stared,
“Amara, we’re in public.”
“Better not
get caught then,” she replied, her headache clearing to allow way for
irritation. “I’ve been a shame to Nova
Roma in my behavior and I need to be punished for it.”
He shook
himself mentally and hoped the alcove was far enough out of the way for them
not to be overheard in his hurried coupling.
His back brain overrode his nervousness, his arousal already straining
against the confines of his clothing.
Hurriedly, he fumbled open the zipper on his jeans and pushed his pants
and underwear down, his hands coming up to grasp her hips.
wondered at her quick arousal, deciding to take it as a compliment rather than
anything else. She sighed and let her
head drop, seeming to be impat.
he ran his hand over her backside; they had played at this before but she had
never so blatantly given him control. He
could feel her tense against him and, almost regretfully, he raised his hand
only to bring it down again sharply against her, the slap resounding in the small
space. Amara
gasped and tried to press back against him, but he tightened his grip.
willing to try it at least once. Again,
he struck the smooth flesh of her buttocks, and this time she vented a tiny
groan, just loud enough to be heard. Her
fingers flexed convulsively against the fabric-covered wall and Lance felt a
rush of heady power through his veins.
He had a pretty good idea why she liked top space so much but had never
really experienced it for himself.
permanent—there was something to be said for letting Amara
have control, letting her creative punishments and teasing and demands have
sway in bed, that made him quiver de, de, made him wake up in the middle of the
night to slip into bed with her, even if it was just to be near her…
and smacked her again. She did not cry
out or ask for more, but she did wiggle a little, trying to press against him
again. “Stay still,” he muttered in the
semi-dark. Carefully, he guided the
first few inches of his length into her, her hot, tight entrance making him
groan softly. She arched her back again,
a whimper escaping her lips as he stopped, just barely inside her.
and hard peak of her breast and pinched her nipple through the fabric of her
shirt and bra. She groaned louder,
pushing back against him, taking him in entirely then.
her engulfing him before he remembered that he was in charge, at least for now.
gritted out. “Remember who’s who now.”
have sworn she smiled fleetingly. He
pinched her nipple again and brought his hand down against her at the same
time, starting to move within her. With
each strike against her flesh, she seemed to grow even more wet,
if that was at all possible, and she began to squeeze around him, internal
muscles drawing on him as she mewled need and desire and arousal.
desire at the apex of her sex and rubbed there in a hard, tight circle.
threw her head back, gulping in a great draught of air to keep from crying out
as she convulsed around him in a shuddering orgasm, her release sudden and
hard. Lance thrust into her once then
twice more, her body demanding his release.
from her, realizing belatedly that there was no way for her to clean up in
there. “I need to go to the bathroom,”
she said softly as Lance rearranged his clothing and helped her pull her jeans
up on submissive reflex.
“Yeah, well…”
he tried for a snappy response but ended up blank.
this about? I mean… It was great but why
do you think you need to be…um…”
“Punished?”
she asked idly, reaching for the key around his neck.
it.” With another tug, she parted the
knot of the cord her wore and in a few seconds the symbols were back to their
proper owner. “And you always listen to
demons.”