The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Five

Time passed in a blur.

Mike was still lying on his back, but now Allie was riding him. Her hips rocked while her slick heat stroked his length. It was nice. More than nice, it was wonderful. She was wonderful. Allie had a dark, seductive appeal. Her caramel skin and smoky eyes were exotic and alluring, and her abs flexed as she worked him over. And her tits. God, her tits. The restraints on his wrists chaffed again when he tried to reach for them.

Meredith added another pillow behind his head so he could get a better view without straining his neck.

He’d been sleeping with Allie for weeks, and by now he’d memorized her body. Though this position, with him lying on his back and her setting the pace, was novel. Mike was usually in control. That’s what they both loved. Back home, Allie had been the most lusted-after girl in school, though not the most popular. She hadn’t fit in with any of the social circles because she was, frankly, mean. It made their thing all the more satisfying.

He was used to watching her bully and manipulate others until she got what she wanted. And, in a way, she was still doing it to him. She wanted the power games just as much as he did. It got her off like nothing else could.

Mike was used to making the rules. He liked putting her on her knees or bending her over. He was used to fucking her from behind and grabbing her shoulders if he needed more leverage, or pulling her hair if she was being especially bitchy. But it was always up to him.

He was used to Allie looking up at him as he stuffed his cock in her mouth or slapped her face with it. He was used to watching her desperately rub herself while she surrendered control. She usually spat some nasty insult, or teased in some way, or flirted with another guy just to piss him off.

This was different for them both. It lacked the usual edge. Instead, it was more decadent. More luxurious. But they’d been at it for a while now and Mike’s mouth was getting dry. He tried to clear his throat, but it came out as a wheezing cough.

“I must apologize,” Liliana’s voice said from somewhere in the dark. It made Mike jump, which in turn bounced Allie’s tits. As big as they were, they were somehow still full and perky when they settled. At some point, Liliana had disappeared. He didn’t know where or when, only that she hadn’t answered when he called out to the dark.

“Where are my manners,” she continued, melting into existence from the shadows with a pitcher of water and a tall glass. The pitcher was sweating on the outside and held more ice than water. The sight of the frosty glass made Mike’s mouth feel like he’d been chewing sand. When Liliana poured, he couldn’t look away. It was amazing what the human body prioritized when it thought it was in danger. He barely even felt it when Allie whimpered and squeezed his cock.

“If you please,” Liliana said as she passed the glass to Meredith, who accepted and swiveled on the bed, careful not to spill a drop. She held the glass to Mike’s mouth and gently tilted it back.

The first swallow was cold and clean, but he needed more, and gulped until it burned his throat like frostbite. At the same time, Allie picked up the pace, working him over with her pussy. Emma slid up next to him too, placing light kisses along his neck. With her free hand, Meredith reached for where he and Allie were joined to gently massage his balls. It was pleasure like he’d never dreamed of. Somehow, Meredith knew when he’d had enough, and took the glass away.

Once they’d each had their fill, Allie resumed her slow, decadent riding. Meredith took up her spot next to his right arm, her bare breasts pressing against him, and Emma on his left. She continued teasing his neck with feather-soft kisses while absently stroking his chest.

“Where were we?” Liliana asked as she took a seat near the foot of the bed. Everything about her was designed to tease and seduce. The way she moved, the way she spoke, even the way she sat. Her dress rode up when she crossed her legs, and her hair was draped over one shoulder. It left her neck bare, which then drew his eye to the way the front of her dress plunged. He glanced back up to her knowing smile as she watched him stare. He was only human.

Mike cleared his throat. “Why are we here?”

“Mmm,” she purred. It was a fascinating sound, and he found himself wondering how else he could draw it from her. “Straight to the point. Very well. You see Michael, our lessons, as you are aware, were not as fruitful as either of us had hoped.”

That was it then. It really was this… demon he’d spent all that time with. All those nights getting take-out, the little jokes at her supposed naivety, the hours and hours spent gazing into each other’s eyes as they explored his psyche. Being reminded of the deception was like salt rubbed on a fresh wound.

“I had hoped to continue until we succeeded.”

“And then what? Murder me?”

When Liliana laughed, a shiver raced down his spine. “Do not be ridiculous. Had we been successful, I would have simply disappeared, leaving you to enjoy your life as it was, with a few added benefits for your trouble, of course.” She nodded to his companions. “However, you have forced my hand. This,” she gestured to their surroundings, “was not what I intended for you. For us. But here we are, and now we must make the best of it.”

“And what does that mean, exactly?”

“You see, this binding,” she fingered the collar at her throat, “has been terribly inconvenient. It prevents me from fulfilling my responsibilities.” Still absently stroking the silver loop, her gaze turned distant. “I have been out of touch for too long,” she said quietly. “We must remove it, Michael. You must remove it. I must be free.”

He didn’t like the desperate tone in her voice. “We’ve tried everything. Nothing has worked so far.”

Liliana smiled at that. “Not quite everything. As I have explained, my essence is rooted in desire and lust. It would be logical, then, that sex may be the key.” She touched Allie’s shoulder, which made the darker woman gasp and pick up the pace. He couldn’t keep from groaning.

Meredith molded herself against his side, making sure every inch of her naked body was touching him. Emma’s whisper-kisses along his neck became wet while her stroking hand grew bolder. But these were simple adornments around the centerpiece of the woman riding him. Her body was built for sex, her mind made for sin. Mike thrust up into Allie, reveling in the simple fact that he could.

“That’s it,” Liliana whispered. “Follow my voice like you have so many times before.” Before? When had she spoken to him before… Fresh salt on the wound roused Mike’s resistance.

“No,” he interrupted, breaking the trance before it could take hold.

Liliana looked more hurt than angry, which was just fine. The last time he’d seen her angry was the scariest night of his life.

Armored warriors washed in golden light. The shadows writhing as men in robes struck at their flanks like a pack of wolves. The final fight between Liliana and the one she called Elijah. His broken body on the floor.

“What really happened that night?” He didn’t mean to ask. It just slipped out.

Liliana stared for a moment, then chose to indulge him with a wave of her hand. “It was simple. My former master desired this territory. It could not be taken while the Host held dominion, so I was tasked with removing them.”

Her former master. As in, before him. Likely another demon. And the Host. The angels in gold. Were they just those few, all dead now? It was all way over his head.

“There were complications, of course. Rivals of my own kind, with influence in this city dating back to its founding, were deeply entrenched.” A predatory grin spread over her face. “But in the end, I got what I wanted. Those that agreed to join me lived, while those that did not…” she trailed off. “And you saw what became of the Host.” Her grin deepened.

Those that disobeyed her were dead. If he refused to help her, the same would happen to him, just like Elijah. They all would be. It was no choice at all.

“Okay,” he whispered, his voice hollow in his own ears.

Liliana perked up at that and patiently waited for him to continue.

“I’ll help you. I’ll set you free. If I can.”

“Mmm,” she purred. “Wise decision, Michael. Let us continue then.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t hurt anyone I care about. You leave us alone.”

She tsked. “You would refuse fantasies beyond imagining? My gifts are not restricted to carnal pleasures, Michael. Think of all you could do, all you could accomplish, by pulling the strings of those in power.” When he didn’t respond, she sighed. “Very well. It is done. Release me, and I will let you and yours be. You have my word.”

He cleared his throat. “One, ah, more thing.”

She raised a perfect eyebrow.

“I know I’m a little late with this, but should we be using, um, protection? It hasn’t ever come up and I just thought…” He trailed off, hearing the stupidity in his words.

Liliana gave him a wry look. “You are correct. It is quite late to be considering these consequences for the first time.” She paused, and he started to get worried. “However, no. While our bond holds, you and your partners need not concern yourself with disease or, unless you wish it, offspring. Is that all?”

Mike nodded. “Good. Okay then. What do I do?”

“Excellent. Look, now, and focus.” She gestured to the collar. He stared at the black band around her neck, and the silver loop in the hollow of her throat. For once, he wasn’t tempted to let his gaze drift lower.

“Concentrate, Michael.” Her voice took on a soft, soothing quality, and Allie’s riding slowed, then stopped. “Notice how the light reflects off the metal, the smooth texture of the band, the way it continues, unbroken. Listen to my voice, and follow. As outside thoughts interrupt, let them pass. Do not fight, simply soften your mind and let go.” She continued speaking then, but he stopped listening to the words and focused on her voice, and on the collar.

They’d done this dance a hundred times and he knew the steps. It didn’t take long to drift into that drowsy place between asleep and awake. Gradually, he began to sense her presence in the back of his mind, like a shadow growing longer as the sun fell. Before, he focused on the sun. Now all he could think of was the gloom.

It was strange every time. Having another consciousness in your head was unsettling. But there she was. Where before she’d felt like a warm breeze on a carefree afternoon, now she was the lurking shadows waiting for night to fall. Two sides of the same coin.

“Focus,” Liliana’s voice said from somewhere far away. She sounded just like Lana. But he let that thought, that terrible, betraying thought, slip away like the others. As always, what he found was round and smooth and solid. He let his awareness wash over it, looking for any imperfection to exploit, and finding none.

Allie stirred. Her hips gently rocked, and his length was stroked and squeezed. It threatened to break his focus.

“Concentrate,” Liliana said in that soft, melodic tone. “Listen to me, Michael, and feel Allie. Together, we will be your guides. Notice the way her weight settles in your lap. The way her flesh caresses yours. The way my voice makes you throb.”

Liliana’s words mingled with Allie’s touch. They acted in the same gentle cadence. Soon, he was drifting again.

“Good,” the voice soothed in the distance.

Liliana must have done something then, because Allie’s hands rested on Mike’s chest and she picked up the pace. Her squeeze was a little tighter. Her strokes carried a little more pressure. Need began to swell. Instead of threatening to break his tranquility, it helped block out other distractions. This new, growing pleasure left room for nothing else.

Liliana whispered, “Bask in the feeling of her sex. Lounge in it. Luxuriate. The softness of her touch soothing your steel. Slick heat welcoming you home. Stretch yourself. Be comfortable. It is yours now. She is yours now.”

As she spoke, her words lit new pathways of desire to explore. When he wanted Allie to go slow, she ground herself against him. When he wanted her to pick up the pace, grinding became bouncing. When he wanted to fuck her hard enough to split her in half, she leaned forward and angled her hips and encouraged him to do just that. Mike lived in each moment, satiating every desire that came to mind. It was exhilarating.

“As the end approaches,” Liliana’s voice continued, “let it fill you. Passion, desire, anticipation. Let these swell and give you strength until you are bursting with it, until you are brimming with need and it threatens to overflow.” Allie’s strokes became faster, harder, longer, spoiling him with the most sensation possible.

Mike felt a familiar pressure begin in his groin. Without thinking, he began thrusting up to meet her downstrokes, their hips colliding with each rough impact. It pushed him to the brink, and he felt what Liliana was talking about. He was ready to burst. His need for release was as powerful as it was overwhelming.

“Channel it,” her voice said again. It was straining now, struggling to be heard over the torrent of pleasure blazing in his veins. “Focus it, Michael. Concentrate!”

Pain and pleasure became a roiling sea in his mind. He tried to guide the molten flow toward Liliana’s presence, but the searing heat threatened to burn him out. He was ready to explode. But he held on, like an anchor stuck on the deep rocks as the current tried to carry his ship out to sea. He molded all that pleasure, all that pain, all that need, into a shape. He needed an object to crack the sphere open. A hammer formed in his mind.

“Now, Michael!” Liliana had to shout to be heard.

He swung with all the strength he could muster, and the hammer’s head became an arcing blur.

He thrust up as hard as he could, lifting Allie off the bed. The hammer blow connected and rang out like a gong. With a growl, he began flooding her pussy with spasm after spasm, gushing like a river. His concentration wavered. The world around him shook, and Mike collapsed with a ringing in his mind.

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