Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Devil was a Poor Hostess...

There was a knock at the door. Loud. Commanding. Lestat was near and went to open it. He figured that anyone knocking at this door could only be interesting. It was Juno and Henry. “Hello.” She said. “We were next door. We heard the music. We brought some wine. There is more in our rooms next door. I was hoping that we could join you. Perhaps open the doors between the rooms. May we come in?” Under Juno’s coat, she appeared to be wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra at any rate. Henry was wearing tight fitting blue jeans and an even tighter white t-shirt. They looked good together. Both were smiling.

“Certainly. My name is Lestat. Let me introduce you to our hostess, Devil. Please come in.” He turned to look around for the room for Devil as Juno and Henry walked in. He didn’t see her immediately. He looked more closely. The party was pretty wild at this point, people mixing- some women dancing. Spitfire and Devil were missing. Hmmm. “Excuse me, make yourself comfortable. Our hostess is missing for the moment.” Let me get you a drink” Lestat moved towards the bar with Juno and Henry. He introduced them to Evilious and Padme. “Karl, can we get some drinks for our new guests. Devil and Spitfire aren’t here at the moment.” He gave Karl a look indicating that he had no clue where they’d gone. “I’ll take care of it,” Karl said.

Karl had a feeling that Devil and Spitfire hadn’t gone far. They weren’t wearing clothes that would allow them to travel the hotel without running into trouble. “Damned women” he muttered. He knew that Juno was on one side of the hotel suite so he went the other direction. The door to the room next door was cracked open. He could hear music playing. A smile crossed his face. This was something he wanted to see.

He opened the door, and slipped quietly inside. Yes. They were there. Playing. They did not notice him as he quietly closed the door behind him. He watched them. They were so hot. Involved with each other. They never noticed him. He waited until they both collapsed on the bed. Holding each other in their arms.

“That was hot. Very nice. I’m here to bring you back. Now. There is no rest for the wicked, and you are so excellently wicked. Let’s go. Get dressed. Something. Doesn’t need to be much.” Damn he was hard. Wanted to take them both right now. He had been gone long enough though. They would pay later for this. Spitfire smiled. “I’ve had you to myself. Let’s go back and see what else is going on.” Devil pulled on a robe. See through. Nothing more.

They returned through the connecting suite doors. As they walked back into the main party, Karl held the door open for the women. Devil looked at him with mischief in her eyes. The “I knew you would bring us back, and open the door for me” type of look. Karl grabbed Devil’s arm and told her that she was not taking good care of her guests or her party. “Oh, I think that they are having fun,” and she reached up and dragged her nails across his tattoos on his arms. Tossing her hair and looking up at him. “Did you even know that you had new guests?” Challenge and fire in her eyes- as usual. She would do as she wanted. Oh but Karl liked the challenge- he was strong as well. Stronger than this little Devil, and he’d been watching too many woman play this night. Especially this woman. Recently. The memory still in his mind, and his body.

He never reacted as her nails scratched down his arm. Never moved. She was playing with him. Trying to get him to let her go, but he’d decided that he was going to play a different game. One that she would never admit to. He reached out with his other hand and grasped her chin. Controlling. Turned her head to look at him in the eyes. “On your knees. Now.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows, but she didn’t move. He knew that she wasn’t going to. He knew that she wanted a fight, a struggle. Too proud. Too strong. But she wanted someone stronger as well. He knew what she read. What she liked. He was amused that he could predict her so well. He wondered if he knew that she was so easy to read- her with her games.

With one move- he twisted her arm behind her back. With his other hand, the one that had been holding her chin, he wrapped it her hair and pulled. Hard. Her head went back. She gasped. He repeated himself. “On your knees. Now.” She looked at him with defiance, but he had control of her at the moment. She knelt. When she was on her knees in front of him, he let go of her hair and arm. “You’ve been bad tonight. Neglectful. Disappearing. How are you going to make it up? How are you going to fix things?”

She laughed at him. Her chin down, head cocked, looked up at him. “And who put you in charge? I didn’t” He wrapped his fingers in her hair again, pulled her head back so that she was looking back, and leaned down and kissed her. He had complete control. Her head was held by his grasp, she had to work to maintain her balance. A long, forceful kiss. What he wanted. Irrelevant if she wanted it or not. There was an intake of breathe from somewhere else in the room. Someone watching liked what they saw. “I did,” he answered her. He liked that someone was watching them.

Her chest was heaving as she tried to slow her breathing. She glared at him. She was not naturally one to give in so easily. There were other people in her life. People she cared deeply about. She decided she was getting up. Karl put his hand on her shoulder. “No. You will stay there.” No. She wasn’t. She was going to enjoy her party. Her way. One kiss was enough. Nice, but enough. She continued to get up. Moved away from Karl’s hand.

Before she quite knew exactly what had happened she was pinned against his body, her robe partially off her shoulders across her back, her hands held behind her back in Karl’s hands and unable to move. What’s more- she could feel how hard he was. Held tight next to him. Those that watched her could see her close her eyes and slowly tilt her head back. There was a soft gasp. She could only partially deny that he was exciting her as well. But she might try… She would for awhile. The struggle both true and an illusion.

He pulled the robe tie loose. Still using he body to hold her close, he tied her hands behind her back. With her own robe tie! The robe loose around her. (After all- she was only wearing it to return back to this particular hotel suite…)

Karl was going to have this Devil tonight. His way. But first, he would make her submit to his will. Make her scream if necessary. Something in him told her that she wanted it. Maybe even needed it. She had always been loved and treated well. It was her party. He would give her what she wanted, but couldn’t admit. The rules of society, of life. He would never really hurt her, but he would challenge her. Watch her eyes. Watch her body. See how she reacted. She caved to him too easily earlier- when he only pulled her hair. Of course, that was in all of her stories, so he knew that was something that she liked.

He leaned close to her and whispered, “Tell me what you want. What you really want.” “Not you” she answered. Almost hissed. He didn’t believe her. She was fighting for the fun of it. Still whispering, so that nobody else heard. “You’re wet. Am I right?” He still held her in his arms, their bodies touching. A soft, “Yes.”

He ran his hand across her cheek, then down to her breast. “Then you’ll tell me if you want me to stop. Anything. Or I walk away right now, and you can find someone else to untie you. Will you tell me if you want me to stop?” He started to roll her nipple between his fingers. To squeeze it. “Yes” she said. “You’ll tell me?” “Yes…” Soft, breathless, desire already in her voice. He squeezed her nipple so hard that she gasped, pulled away- but only a little. He didn’t let go. Not just yet. God, he was hard feeling her next to him. He was wearing too many clothes as well, but not much longer. She moaned slightly. He knew she liked everything. The pain mixed with the pleasure. The struggle for power. With one hand still wrapped around her and pulling him next to him, he moved it to her ass. Played. Explored. The other hand grabbed her pussy to see just how wet she really was. Plenty.

Their was music playing, People scattered about the room. Evilious and Spitfire were dancing. Padme was begging Lestat for a spanking. It looked like he would agree. Juno was moving through the room, but she kept looking back towards them. Suze was quietly watching them from the bed, gently running her hand across her breasts. Karl moved his hands and pushed Devil to her knees. She didn’t resist. His hand staying on her shoulder to make sure that she maintained her balance with her hands behind her. He wore his leather kilt, and a black shirt.

She looked so hot kneeling there in front of him with her hands tied behind her. Looking up at him, the robe open, but still on. It was off the shoulders. Yes, he’d have her and soon. He pulled off his shirt, and dropped it on the floor next to her. As he went to remove his kilt, he felt the belt on the kilt. She’s struggled with the spanking earlier. Fought like the demon she was, but never cried out. He stepped out of the kilt, but pulled the belt out. He’d spank her in a minute, but she was in such a perfect position. He grabbed the back of her hair and held her head back. Then he shoved his cock in her mouth. It was a perfect play of him controlling her, but her having just enough control to give him what he wanted. And she did. Sucking him deep to the back of her throat. There was no doubt that she enjoyed this as much as she enjoyed what he saw with her and Spitfire.

After a few minutes, other thoughts were in his mind, despite the pleasure that she was giving him. She was near the bed so he simply pushed her towards it. When she landed sideways leaning against it, he roughly rolled her over so that she was face down. She couldn’t fight much in this position- not with her hands behind her back. He used his foot to spread her legs apart. He grabbed the belt, and hit her with it. Once to see her reaction. “Too much?” She had gasped and tried to move away, but she didn’t say anything. He hit her again with the belt- 2 more times. With the third strike she cried out, but her body was reacting as well. It was enough. He knew that it hurt. Even the first blow, but she refused to give in then.

He reached down and undid the tie holding her hands. Let it fall to the floor. She collapsed face down on the bed with her legs hanging off. He pulled her onto the bed. Her hair was down her back, long and blond. He pulled her head up by her head, “Tell me what you want now.” With his other hand, he reached between her legs. He was rough, but that wasn’t his concern. She was his, but she had to tell him now what she wanted. She was so wet, but he knew that before he ever touched her. Her whole body had told him. “Tell me!” An order. He let her go. He didn’t touch her at all, but was standing close. She moved her body so that her legs were touching his, reached her hand back towards him, and started to roll over. “I want you to fuck me. Your way.” He pushed her back down on the bed. Her hair was in her face, but he left his hand on her shoulder blades so she couldn’t lift up and fix it.

He straddled her with his legs, shoving hers together. When he slammed into her, he left his hand on her back, and leaned forward. He went deep. He heard the deep intact of her breath, somewhere near a gasp and a cry. He wanted to leave her raw. He would, too. She was ready. It didn’t take long before she exploded. Something that he loved to see, loved to feel.

He wondered just how much she could handle. He couldn’t take much more either. He started to play with her ass. She moved backward towards his hand. He looked at Suze, who was still on the bed next to them. She got up and silently got him some lube. He pulled out. Devil whimpered, “No. Please no…” He was quick, before he took her again. Hard. She arched, and he let her. This was worth the trouble she was.

When he was finished, they collapsed on the bed together. Devil said, “I thought I heard someone calling your name, but I didn’t care… I hope they took your clothes. I like you without them.”

The party continued…


Blogger Lestat said...

Wowsa. Great story! I'm really going to have to learn one of these days not to read your blog at work.....

2:07 PM  
Blogger adam said...

Poor Hostess??

Ummmm..I think Karl would "beg" to differ!

I'd say, you're the Hostess with the Most-tess!!

Very hot story, devil.

This devil writes HOT stories! Makes senss, I'd say.


xx, adam.

6:59 PM  
Blogger adam said...

drat! typos!


xx, adam.

7:00 PM  
Blogger bella said...

Yum, Devil. Yum!


4:21 AM  
Blogger Lorelei said...

mmmmphf, AGAIN!

very nice! hot stuff, Devil.

... and - good minds think alike, eh?
Karl is in his black leather kilt in MY (eventual) upcoming story about him, too! LOL

11:09 AM  
Blogger Lorelei said...

Ahhhh! - and now I can see the pix! Excellent.

Ok, you or Lestat or somebody needs to teach me how to combine pix into 1 like that.
I'm a good student! ;)

2:05 PM  
Blogger Spitfire said...

holy shit! *okay* now I am fully flushed.

good gawd.

damn devil....Poor hostess?

Spitfire laughs---sounds like you were wonderful ;-)

2:49 PM  
Blogger Supercock said...

Fuck what a fabulous story, very norny now! Need a devil of my own!

11:54 PM  
Blogger Sir Dirty Joke said...

fucking awesome story!!!!

5:43 PM  
Blogger Suze said...

I struggled to just lay there and watch you. So turned on and ready to jump in at any moment.

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

mmmmm, love the pictures along with the story. They really add to the overall effect.

12:11 PM  
Blogger Karl Elvis said...

I'm glad i finally got around to reading this!

Nice. Great picture as well. B^)

1:10 PM  
Blogger Cain said...


(I found some "new" pics!)

~~Super-duper, Devil! Once again:


xx,Cain [2/1/07]

7:35 PM  

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