Perfidious descended the steps leading to thelowest level of his humble abode, admiring the smooth stone walls, the gas lanterns that had been installed. It wasn’t exactly a penthouse in the city, but he had to admit, he was growing rather fond of it. Probably had to do with the fact that it was private, no one around to annoy the shit out of him. Aside from his beautiful captive, that was. And she was not so much annoying as she was titillating.
“Good evening, gorgeous.” Perfidious grinned, stepping out of the stairwell and approaching Asmia’s cage. “Don’t you look lovely today.”
And she did, especially in the formfitting red gown that clung to every curve. He was particularly fond of the way the neckline plunged low, revealing the perfect swells of her breasts contained by nothing more than the silk. Because of the cut, he could see the hint of her nipples peeking out, beckoning him.
As he admired her form, the way she glided toward him, Perfidious unlatched the lock with his mind. Though he was still considering allowing Asmia into his bedroom, he had to admit, he did enjoy the idea of her caged down here for his enjoyment.
“You may greet me appropriately,” he declared as he stepped into her cage, leaving the door open behind him.
“Good evening, my king,” she said as she dipped into a lovely curtsy, her head lowering respectfully.
“How fare thee this evening?” he asked as she straightened.
“I am very well, my king.” Her black eyes glittered with what looked like desire. “Better now that you’re here.”
As was he, Perfidious thought. “Did you sleep well?”
Asmia glanced over at the enormous bed she spent her days in. “Very well, my king. The only way it would’ve been improved would be to have slept in your arms.”
He stepped up to her. “Kiss me, gorgeous.”
“It would be my pleasure,” she replied in a husky rasp.
Perfidious loved how sensual she was. Never hurried, never frantic. She started by lightly gliding her fingers along his cheeks, smiling back at him before her soft lips brushed his gently, reverently. Only when he parted his did she do the same, accepting him into her mouth. There was no hesitance in her as she licked at him, moving in closer, her breasts grazing his chest.
“Mmm.” He pulled her into him, let her feel the arousal that was steadily growing. What he wouldn’t give to push it into her mouth, to watch as she swallowed him down.
Yes, he was beginning to think it was time to kick things up a notch, to take her appropriately. These kisses were mere teases, something he looked forward to but knew wouldn’t sustain him for much longer.
Of course, it wasn’t some misguided sense of decency that held him back. Nor was it out of respect for the female. She belonged to him because he said so, and she agreed because he’d happily stripped her of her free will.
His restraint had to do with what was taking place outside the walls of his new kingdom. Those angels were still searching for Asmia, but they’d slowed their patrols drastically. Probably helped that they were focused on securing their compound since Eevuhl’s attack.
And yes, that fiasco had caused a delay as well.
Perfidious had been shocked to hear the male had made an attempt to steal the unborn angel baby. Not so much to learn Eevuhl had met his demise in the process. That damn archangel wasn’t one to tangle with. After all, Michael was the one who had slain Lucifer. And now Eevuhl could be added to the notches in that great sword of his.
But with Eevuhl gone, thetrielairand their mission were no longer Perfidious’s problem. Thankfully, before the male had been sent back to Hell indefinitely, Eevuhl had relayed his change of guard to Lucifer, and Perfidious was officially in the role of leader of the shadow beasts, a coveted position that required very little effort. The first thing he’d learned about those damn demon dogs was that getting them to fall in line was like herding cats in a forest.
Didn’t mean Perfidious wasn’t up to the task. To hold up his end of the deal, he had already summoned the team leaders, requesting a weekly meeting for updates. The first of which would be taking place in a few days.
Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth from Asmia’s, took a single step back, smiled. It would be nice to have this gorgeous female on his arm when they arrived.
He motioned toward the space directly in front of him. “Kneel before your king.”
She was the epitome of beauty and grace as she moved toward him. After another brief curtsy, Asmia lowered herself to her knees, keeping her head bowed.
Oh, yes, his sweet fairy was almost ready. He’d been training her for the past few weeks, observing her reactions in an effort to see whether she was pretending. Considering he still held full control of her mind, her decisions weren’t her own. However, her desires were. He could manipulate her into worshipping him, even offering up her body, but her desire to do so was still well within her control even if he did have the ability to bend her to his will. From where he stood, Asmia was almost ready to take things to the next level.
Good thing for her, so was he.
He thought about the shadow beasts’ arrival. Perhaps he should put her on an altar, claim her appropriately before those who were now under his control. After all, it was quite the feat to have acquired a creature as lovely as this one. For most, the Fae were merely a tale of tragedy in an otherwise tragic world. For centuries they’d been thought to have died out. So the notion of having caught one of his very own ratcheted up his coolness factor by a million.
Yes. He liked that idea very much. He would put her on display before those who served him, give them physical proof to his claim of being the king of this realm.
And if the shadow beasts proved to be worthy, maybe he would make it a weekly thing. What better way to instill loyalty than to show them who the true king was.
Perfidious peered down at his female and smiled. His cock roared to life, eager and aching.
