The Devil and I by Kay Alastor
Chapter Fifteen
Rayna
Before I met Lucas, most of my lonely nights were full of nightmares. Brutal alternate realities where the man that raped me found me over and over again, finding new ways to hurt me every time the sun went down. My darkest memories would resurface with the rising of the moon, from the death of my parents to my suicide attempt, and everything in between. Over and over again, until I woke up each morning feeling like I'd lived another lifetime of suffering in one single night.
Tonight, everything was different. Much like every night since Lucas found me, my sleep has been peaceful. There are no demons in my head, taking pieces of my soul with another new nightmare. Lucas chased them all away. Now, my dreams are dark, but that darkness is different.
In the shadows of my sleeping mind, I see the wicked grey eyes of the man that saved my life. I feel the warm embrace of his strong arms, wrapped around me to protect me from all of the things that want to see me die.
I am safe here, with a shadowed version of my dark savior, keeping all the other monsters at bay. There is no trauma, no pain, no fear. My quiet dreamscape is hallowed by a low, rumbling voice like distant thunder that soothes every piece of my battered soul. Though realistically, my spirit has undergone a transformation since Lucas brought me into his world. Instead of a heap of broken pieces lost somewhere far away, I am something that resembles a woman made whole again. Each piece of me carefully stitched together, strengthened by the glue of his devoted care taking.
Lucas made the space around me safe and used his rough hands to help put me back together again. With patience and the unyielding force of his will, he held me together so that I could start to really heal. He listened, where others ignored me, and gave me the one thing I have yearned for since my parents left this world: protection.
Slowly, I feel myself pulled to the surface of the dark waters that are my dreams. A ringtone echoes through my mind, dragging me unwillingly back to consciousness. When my eyes flutter open, I expect to see the early morning light. Instead, my eyes open to inky darkness. I shift beneath the warm sheets, rolling over to the bedside table to grab the cell phone Lucas had left behind for me.
Unknown Callerblinks across the screen, but I answer it anyway. “Lucas?” My voice is thick from sleep, so I repeat myself just in case he didn't hear my drowsy whisper.
“Hey, baby. Are you okay?”
Laying my head back down on my pillow, I close my eyes as his velvety deep voice rolls through me. The sensation of his words directly in my ear has me shivering, a smile spreading slowly across my face. “Mhm.”
“Sorry to wake you, I just needed to hear your voice.” He sounds a little off, but I can recognize what sounds like longing in his beautiful voice. It makes me flush with warmth for him.
“What time is it?” I ask with a small groan, realizing he doesn't have a clock in his bedroom. I drag a hand over my face to rub at my eyes, trying to focus in the darkness.
He chuckles gently, the sound as rich and sweet as expensive chocolate. “It's late. Stay in bed where you're safe.”
“I'd be safe with you here, you know,” I tease.
“I know, baby.” he sighs, “I'll be home before you know it.” My mind wanders to images of Lucas climbing back into bed in the darkness, pressing all of that hard muscle down on top of me with a fiery kiss.
“I miss you,” I tell him wistfully, feeling myself getting a little wet at the thought of him settling his big body between my legs. “I wish you were here.”
“You sound a little breathless, beautiful girl.” His gravelly voice is inundated with heat, and the growl that rumbles from the phone makes me want to touch myself. I let my hand drift over my hip from where it lay at my side, settling between my thighs to tease me with a feather light touch. A needy sigh escapes me, and his answering groan makes me grin knowingly.
“Rayna.” My name, as it falls from his lips, is a growl. “Are you touching yourself?” The sound of renewed hunger in his tone is making my body tremble as arousal flutters through me, heating me.
“Maybe,” I whisper. He growls again, and the sound is delectable. I want to press my tongue against the column of his throat and feel the vibration.
“You didn't ask for permission to touch my property.” He rumbles, his voice full of the kind of sexual foreboding some men could wield like a seductive weapon.
“Who is going to stop me?” I tease, realizing briefly that being alone here gives me the kind of courage I've never been able to explore before. Lucas isn't the kind of man that has buttons you can easily push, and the thought of playing with him like this feels especially risky. Here in the dark, with miles of space between us, I felt like pushing a couple of his dangerous little buttons.
If it were anyone else, Lucas would probably laugh at the attempt to rile him. In my case, it was obvious he was about to let me under his skin. There are pleasurable benefits to being loved by the devil himself. This new, wicked game is definitely one of them.
“Does my beautiful girl really think she's safe from her monster?” he questions darkly, amusement lacing every word.
“I don't see you around, Lucas. I can touch myself and there's nothing you can do to stop me.” If the sound that comes out of him is anything to go by, I am definitely getting under his skin. It is intoxicating, the power I can have over a man like him. He is always so sure of himself and under complete control, a steady anchor in the roughest of waters. Except now, with him on the other end of the phone and unable to get to me, I can rattle all of that carefully constructed self control.
“When I get my hands on you, Rayna...” he starts, but I quickly interrupt him.
“When? When isn't right now. Right now, I've got my fingers on my clit,” I tell him, my voice heavy with lust. Whatever embers he left burning low in my belly have sparked, and the fire spreading through me is quickly burning out of control. I moan softly as my fingers rub slow, firm circles around the bud of my clit.
Lucas sounds pained, frustration heavy in his dark tone. “Such a bad girl. You're brave teasing the devil like this.”
“If I'm lucky, he'll show up and fuck me,” I whimper, imagining a dark and brooding Lucas strolling into the bedroom with his fists clenched, ready to destroy that soft place between my legs.
“Oh, he'll show up. And when he does, you'll regret all this teasing,” he growls, and I smile when I hear the sound of turn signals through the call. I imagine him changing direction so he can come find me in his bed, instead of wherever he is heading now.
“Have you ever been fucked so hard that you can't get out of bed, Rayna?” His tone is so pitch dark that it only adds to my growing need. “Have you ever had a thick cock force itself in that pretty little cunt of yours and beat it up like it's a god damn battering ram?” he growls into the phone, and I can't stop the wanton moan that slips past my lips in response. God, this man has a filthy mouth.
“When I get there, I'm going to make you wish it was a nice, gentle man that found you and brought you home instead of me. The things I'm going to do to that greedy pussy will make assault and battery look like a vacation.”
I groan at the brutally sexual imagery he so easily creates in my mind, my fingers slipping lower to dip into the hot wetness now coating every inch of my sex and dripping down along the curve of my ass. His words are like gasoline for the fire, driving me wild with the need to be fucked exactly the way he threatens to. The way only this sinful beast of a man is capable of.
“Oh, Lucas... you make me ache,” I whimper, my legs quivering as I continue to stroke myself.
“I'm going to make it better, baby. Take those brave fingers of yours and fuck your pussy for me,” he commands down through the phone, his voice equally heavy with rampant lust.
I obey without hesitation. Knowing one finger won't be anywhere near enough for me with the image of Lucas's big cock in my mind, I take my middle and index fingers and press them in deep. The aching tightness clenching down around my fingers makes the breath that rushes out of me unsteady.
“That's it, baby. Feel that? It's not enough, is it?” he teases, and it focuses all of my attention on just how empty I feel. I've grown accustomed to the feel of him stretching my body, the perfect combination of pleasure and a little bit of pain.
“No. Not enough.”
“I'll fix that. When I get home, I'm going to hold you down in my bed and bruise those thighs of yours with how hard I am going to fuck you. You're going to beg me to stop, tell me it's too much,” he growls, his voice so deep and thick it sounds like he has to force the words out from his throat. “But you're going to take every fucking inch I've got, baby. You don't have a choice in that.”
Rocking my hips up, desperate to get my fingers deeper, I whimper and moan into the phone as the filth keeps coming from his mouth. I know normal girls don't get off to the dark, twisted things he is saying, but I can't help myself. I don't want to. This is a level of arousal I've never even dreamed of. I want him so badly it feels like a new kind of madness.
“Fuck yourself, Rayna,” he growls. “Enjoy it while it lasts, because when I get my hands on you I am going to fuck you so rough you're going to need divine intervention to help you recover.”
I gasp, sparks lighting up behind my clit as my palm grinds down against it. My fingers pump a steady rhythm at the apex of my thighs, slipping in and out of me as rough as my small hand can manage.
“Please, Lucas...” I moan breathlessly, feeling myself rushing towards the peak of my climax.
“Don't you dare come until I give you permission. Who the fuck do you belong to, Rayna?” he snarls and I shudder, his harsh command helping me slow my pace.
“You, Lucas,” I gasp, fighting the tide threatening to crash over me, overcome with the desire to please him. “I belong to you.”
“That's right. You're mine. You don't want to know what I'll do to any man that thinks he can take you from me,” he warns, and the madness in his words should register in my brain as danger, but nothing can stop the wave of pleasure riding me hard. My fingers move faster, driving me closer to my orgasm. The sickening possessiveness coming from him only heightens my pleasure, which must mean that I'm sick too.
“Bring yourself right to the edge and hold it. Don't neglect that needy little clit, you know it's my favourite toy.” His absolute control over me steadies me, my body wanting nothing more than to obey the man that owns it. I move my fingers roughly in and out of my sex, blushing wildly at the sounds, revealing just how wet I am. I know he hears it, because he groans into the phone. What he is doing to my body is sinful and filthy, and I love it.
“I should make you wait until I get home to come, as punishment for touching what's mine.” This man is going to ruin me, I know it.
“Please. I can't... I need.”
“What you need is for me to ruin that pussy. Say it, Rayna.” His voice is so low, it's almost hard to hear him over the ambient sounds of him driving.
“I n-need you to ruin me, Lucas,” I stammer, writhing in a tangle of bedsheets, silently pleading for him to let me have the earth shattering orgasm threatening to destroy me.
“Come for me. Now,” he growls darkly, and I gasp sharply as the first ripple of explosion detonates at my clit. The control he has over my mind is beyond anything I've ever known, evident in his ability to spark my orgasm with one command. The volume with which I cry out would have embarrassed me if I wasn't drowning in absolute bliss, the sound wild from the intensity of my climax. “That's my good girl... just like that.”
The wave that crashes through me steals my breath and robs me of whatever sanity I still possess. Never have I ever felt anything this powerful delivered by my own unskilled hand, and I had the man at the other end of the line to thank for it. It felt like drowning, because I couldn't catch my breath until the strangle hold that the orgasm had on me let up.
I whimper, pulling my shaking hand from between my slick thighs, allowing my legs to fall open. Even the barest of touches would short circuit my brain at this point. It is safer to lay like this, as still as I can manage, and try to regulate my erratic breathing.
It takes more breaths than I can count to come down from the high, and the other line hangs silent, as if Lucas is patiently waiting for my return from the clouds. Once I can focus on the call, I notice that Lucas's own breathing is still rough. That realization only brings attention to the ache still settled at my core. It isn't enough; I need him here to take control of the wildfire blazing through me.
“Lucas... it still aches,” I whisper, my words full of the need I can't seem to take care of myself.
“I know, baby. I'm going to finish this job, then I'll come take care of you,” he promises sweetly, the strain in his voice so evident. For the first time since I've met him, he sounds... unstable.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I'll text you in the morning.”
“I'll be waiting,” I promise, disconnecting the call once the line goes dead. I set the phone back on the nightstand and turn over, having to make a serious effort to get comfortable. Thankfully, that one powerful orgasm gave me enough of a release to help me get back to sleep. With thoughts of Lucas dominating my quiet mind, I feel myself drift off back to sleep.