Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 15

Elise

“My real name is Elizabeth,” she tells me, her eyes closed and her face now filled with peacefulness, back to its pale complexion and soft porcelain skin. After both of us had calmed down Lauren or Elizabeth started to tell me about herself and how she is what she is and so far everything kind of makes sense. She told me about an old woman wanting revenge on her unfaithful lover, killed Lauren’s family and cursed her to what she is now. “Elizabeth Backshall, however I’ve had to change it as the decades go on to avoid suspicion. So I guess this decade it is Lauren Davids.”

“So what was happening to you before, when you were changing physically?” I ask, my voice still croaking in some areas.

“It happens when I face an overwhelming amount of anger, and yes I know what you're about to ask; I always seem angry so why aren’t I always like that.”

I mean she has a point.

“When the anger becomes too hard to control, my devil side as I like to call it, takes over and basically would like to kill anything it sees.”

“Like a werewolf?”

Her eyes open instantly and a roll gently while a smile grows on her lips. “You know I should have expected a question like that. And no, I’m much cooler than a werewolf; I can control each part of my change outside of the times the anger is too much.”

“So what can you do besides what I have already seen?” A mischievous smirk replaces her gentle smile as she watches me. “No I don’t need demonstrations, just tell me.”

This must have been the thing that she was planning because the smirk drops instantly.

“Fine but I think the demonstrations would have been more entertaining.”

She breathes deeply and releases before continuing.

“Well, I have the ability to grow or manipulate certain limbs and do a bunch of other things but those don’t really matter because you are about to fall asleep.”

My eyes peeled open, not realising that they fell shut.

“No I’m not,” I protest, but knowing that I would lose already, because I’m sure I look like hell and the fact that sleep has been avoiding me for days.

“Stubborn as ever, but if you don’t want to sleep yet then we can talk about what was bothering you before,” she suggests, her eyebrows raising in a playful manner.

“You’re right,” I say, nodding and putting on a thoughtful expression. “Sleep does sound better.”

Her eyebrows drop along with the rest of her face, as I close my eyes and roll into her, pushing my face to her chest.

She hums before rolling out from under me, dropping me to bed without her warmth.

“Where are you going?” I ask panickedly, suddenly more awake. “Lauren?”

“To persuade you,” she simply says and crawls on top of me.

+++CHANGE OF POV+++

Lauren

“Please Lauren,” she moans, becoming desperate for my touch.

Retrieving a set of handcuffs from the draw of my night stand, I watch her reaction for any signs of fear, but get none, instead, she lifts her arms to the headboard and allows me to cuff her; probably thinking I would stop altogether if she argued against them.

I gently restrain both wrists, not tightly enough to cause damage, but not with enough space for her to escape.

I lower myself to between her legs, torturing her with slow sloppy kisses against the sensitive nerves of her inner thighs.

She fights her restraints, probably to try and force my head to her clit, which is visibly throbbing already.

“Let’s play a game,” I say, my devil side taking over and preying on her vulnerability right now. “I’m going to tease you until sunrise, which according to the clock on the wall is in five hours. If you don’t make a noise or beg for me to let you cum, I’ll allow you to release and do whatever you want for the rest of the day. However if you beg or make a noise, I get to spend all day with you in this bed tomorrow and you have to tell me what your nightmares are about.”

“I don…” she begins to say until I push my index finger into her hot sex, drawing out a loud moan.

“If you don’t play, I’ll tease you for days, you remember what happened last time?”

She remained silent, probably remembering her first day out of her cell and under the powers of my venom.

“Ok,” she whispers, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when I curl my finger inside of her and hit her g-spot and then remove it and sucking her sugar sweet juice off it.

This is going to be fun, having to go off her body movements to find out what she wants and doesn’t want.