Sadistic Excess

‘Wake.’ He whispered the word into the air and waited until the remaining layers of sleep wore off. She seemed serene when her eyes finally opened, unstirred by the unfamiliar surroundings. She was far calmer than most, and that was enough to cement the belief that he’d made the right choice. She was perfect, and would temporarily soothe the beast in him.

He couldn’t wait to see her lost in the dark, walking down the path like so many souls before her. The contract always offered a way out, always claimed there was some sort of freedom if they chose, but never had one actually been released. It simply didn’t work that way. Souls were the currency of the realm, and like the coin the humans chased so blindly, demons too, sought their own way up the ladder of power.

The bottom rung was no place to linger long.

The girl’s name was Elizabeth. It was refreshing to see a name not recently re-invented. He said her name silently in the air, careful not to ripple the atmosphere and disturb the girl who was stretching provocatively underneath the sheets of his bed. Truly, it was enough to make his mouth water, and had she been naked, would have likely found herself beneath him before her eyes had adjusted to the fading light.

She sat up in the bed, her arm tucking the sheet carefully against her criminally unexposed breasts and she smiled at him. He tilted his head to one side, waiting for any morning after hysteria that usually came following his ’sales pitch.’ Instead, the corner of her mouth quirked, followed by a smile that lit her face a second later. ‘Good Morning, David.’

David, the name he used while hunting. Belial didn’t respond, and only stared at her until she turned her head and looked out the window. He watched her brow knit lightly, and the urge came to lick her pursed lips. She looked back at him quickly and then got out of bed, finally releasing the sheet. He watched her stretch again, her arms reaching well above her head and saw a small glimpse of her stomach.

He was hard in an instant. Ah lust, his favorite deadly sin. She stepped closer to the windows and looked out. She turned to him, ‘Good Evening, then.’

‘Good Evening, Beth.’

It was amusing to watch her silently debate whether or not to correct him. In the end, she said, ‘Lizzy is okay.’

‘Thank you, Beth.’ There was too much power in a name to butcher it the way humans always did. Belial knew firsthand what havoc a person could inflict on a demon’s life if they knew, truly knew, his name. He, however, wasn’t in the market to give up unadulterated power, to wear the leash of being summoned at will - even if it came with perks.

‘Okay.’ She smiled at him and then shrugged. ‘Beth it is.’

‘Elizabeth Abigail Riley.’ A warm sensation coursed down her back as he finished, her head rolled back a little bit, her palms slid against her stomach.

‘That was interesting.’ She replied, and Belial noted the breathless quality of her voice, along with the added stimulus of watching her nipples harden. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

‘So, David…’ She trailed off.

He waited, unwilling and uninterested in making it any easier for her. Discomfort began to pour off of her in the silence. She shifted, hip to hip, her feet shuffled and still the silence stretched.

She cleared her throat. ‘Where do we begin?’

‘We’ve already begun.’

She smiled, nervously. It was amusing to watch the almost instinctual effort she, and almost every other human, made to keep him happy. The smile was false, a product of breeding and years of social misguidance. A lie. That lie faded as silence began to sink over them again.

‘David,’ she began, ‘I don’t know what to say.’

‘Speak your mind. That was one of your stipulations, freedom of speech. I’m giving it to you.’

‘Oh.’ She crossed her arms over her chest, but tucked her hands beneath her arms. ‘I - but, I,’ she began clumsily again, ‘I mean, that I have nothing to say.’

‘So you don’t require that freedom?’

‘No. Ah, not right now.’

‘When then?’

‘I don’t know. When it strikes me, I guess.’

‘When what strikes you?’

‘The need to talk!’ She burst out statement in a frustrated rush. ‘Are you always this frustrating?’

Belial shrugged. He walked past her and sat down in a plush chair that over-looked the room and the enormous sky just out of the window. His feet slid out ahead of him, his ankles crossed.

‘I think you are.’ She mumbled the words, but in the silence, they were as clear as a bell.

‘I am allowing you your freedom, Beth.’ He toyed with a pen that sat idly on the table beside him. ‘I want to hear what you have to say.’

‘I have nothing to say.’

‘Nothing?’ Belial’s gaze traveled across the room and pinned her in place with a stare that raked along the curves of her body. ‘Do you concede your freedom, then, Beth?’

That strange, odd sensation pulsed in her blood again, and seized her breath for a long moment before she whispered out, ‘Yes.’

He smiled. ‘Then it is taken from you.’

She frowned and tried to respond, but words wouldn’t climb her throat. She looked at him, puzzled, and tried again. Nothing. Wariness replaced the puzzlement, and even the deep, exhausted breath she took was silent.

‘You’ve just learned an important lesson.’ He paused and then skewered her with a look. ‘Come here, Beth.’

She hesitated long enough to realize that the expecting look on his face wasn’t going to fade. He knew she would obey. Elizabeth took the first steps closer to him and with each one the humming sensation in her veins grew. When he finally leaned forward in his chair, she was weak, her limbs felt heavy, alive with a warm sensation that puddled in her stomach and pulsed outward from there. Her knees folded, and her body acquiesced to the sensation under her skin.

His hands were warm when they closed around her fingers, like a furnace was burning beneath his flesh. Her body felt cold, and a gnawing desire bloomed in her stomach, already alive with heat, to have those warm fingers on her skin.

Belial growled low in his throat as her thoughts assailed him. Blood pooled in his groin, his cock came alive with the urge to part her thighs and rut between them like a beast. He felt the thrill of denial along with the sharpness of anticipation. His mouth watered with the desire to consume her, beyond the enjoyment of the flesh, but with the same feral craving an animal has for its meal. He wanted her inside him, satisfying him in ways that she couldn’t possibly comprehend.

He splayed her fingers with his own, his thumb stroked her palm and caught on the edge of a band, resting patiently upon her ring finger, waiting to be discovered. He knew she wasn’t married, the stink of a cheating spouse always hit him, much like shit dragged in on the bottom of someone’s shoe.

‘I don’t like rings, Beth.’ He said, knowing she couldn’t respond. He brought her fingers closer to his mouth, his lips closing around the finger before she knew his intent.

If his hand seemed warm, her finger being inside his mouth was like sinking it into a sauna. Beth would have moaned, had she been able, the sensation was so sudden, so welcomed. She felt he scrap of his teeth, the subtle slide of the band along her finger and just like that, the sensation left her. Beth was glad for the floor then, glad she hadn’t tried to stand to meet him, because in that moment, he would have seen her fall.

Beth’s head fell forward, her hair sweeping forward to hide the flush on her face. She knew it to be futile. He knew. Somehow he knew everything he did to her.

‘Talk, Beth. Perhaps you have something to say now.’???????? ????? ????????

She looked at him sharply, his voice had sounded odd, like an echo. It was as if her mind had created those words. She tried to speak and found her voice still as silent as before.

‘Here, Beth.’

His lips hadn’t moved.

‘David.’ She said the word inside her head.

He smiled, pleased.