Devil's Due (MF)

Professional Reviews

4 STARS: "DEVIL'S DUE brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "deal with the devil". This sexy tale is full of naughty role-playing, deception, and true love. Our heroine Abigail has made a deal with the devil in a wayward attempt to save her husband's soul. She'd agreed to spend one night in hell doing whatever he wishes as long as she gets her husband's soul when all is said and done. The problem is, time moves differently in hell. Night is unending. Unable to resist the innocence Abigail and her pure soul offer, her devil, who calls himself Richard wastes no time sampling her tempting body. It's only after a mind-blowing orgasm that Richard realizes he's been tricked. Abigail knows all about the ever present night in hell, and she has strategically planned to get what she's after. I enjoyed the twists and turns of DEVIL'S DUE. The setting was unique and the role-playing was superb. I recommend this to anyone in the mood for a quick read with some heat and depth." -- SColt, The Romance Reviews

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Story Excerpt

 “So, you wish to save his soul.”

The devil would have laughed, but he’d heard this pathetic story just one time too many. It seemed whenever he turned around, some woman vowed to do whatever she had to do in order to retrieve the soul of her ne’er-do-well husband.

Despite this lady’s delicate beauty, she was no different from the thousands who had sought an audience with him. Still, he hesitated to dismiss her. Hell was a lonely place, and he could put that luscious mouth of hers to good use.

“I’m willing to do anything.”

They all said that.

However, her voice was far lovelier than any he’d ever heard. More believable, too. Lyrical but low, her voice held all the appeal of a husky, love-struck angel. The thought made him laugh but only on the inside. Angels did not fall in love, nor did they seek out a denizen of the underworld. If they did, they certainly wouldn’t use a wanton tone of voice. A tone of voice designed to push every erotic button he possessed.

Slyly, he moved behind her, breathing deeply of the light floral scent that clung to her. Not perfume, just the pure aroma of soap. Skin soap, laundry soap. She was so unsoiled she reeked of cleanliness. She aroused every instinct to pervert the innocent he possessed.

Lowering his mouth to her ear, he asked, “You’ll do anything?”

She swallowed hard but confirmed, “Anything.” Her eyes lowered as she clutched her hands together at her waist. Despite her trepidation, she kept her back straight and her shoulders square. Probably in the hopes of convincing him, and possibly herself, that she wasn’t as terrified as she actually was.

Her rigid posture notwithstanding, he knew she was afraid because he could smell her fear. Her anxiety had a piquant scent redolent of crushed raspberries and furtive sex. Not every day did this sheltered woman seek out the devil. Well, technically, there were many devils in Satan’s employ, but he couldn’t help but think of himself as the devil.

Of course, not every day did he actually grant a live, soul-carrying human entrance to hell. Usually he interviewed them topside, but her voice had been her ticket into the vast netherworld. He simply had to see the woman who possessed such an achingly arousing instrument. Her voice was liquid sex.

Tripping back down memory lane, he remembered when the technology had been new, and he’d been a frequent caller to the outrageously expensive phone sex lines. Had he encountered a voice like hers he might have granted her immortality just to preserve her voice. Thankfully, he wasn’t so easily compelled anymore. Her voice was wicked hot, but she had to do a lot more to garner his patronage.

Luckily, her actual physical appearance didn’t disappoint. She wasn’t a screaming hottie, but she possessed possibilities. In his experience, those who tried too hard to be sexy never actually were. The women with that edge of shyness, that winsome humility, they were the ones who inevitably wowed him. The bashful beauties always obscured a grand, abiding passion. Something in him clamored to bring them into the full of their ardent selves. Making a good girl go bad was possibly the biggest turn-on he’d ever discovered.

Today, he’d chosen to present himself as a three-piece-suit-wearing businessman with slicked-back hair. He played the part right down to the red power tie and the shiny patent-leather shoes that were as black as his hair. He’d turned his den into a modern-day office complete with a massive oak desk, a computer, a sleek digital phone, a wall full of books, and the thickest carpet ever imagined. Out of all his special skills, his ability to reinvent himself and his surroundings on a whim was his favorite.

When she’d first seen him dressed this way, she hadn’t believed he was the devil. He’d had to transform himself into the classic red-skinned man with goat legs and big scary horns. She’d clenched her eyes together, saying, “I believe you! I believe you!”

He’d whisked himself back into the businessman persona just to get her to open her beautiful eyes.

Coming around to the front of her slender body, his steps soundless in the luxurious wool carpet, he narrowed his gaze, examining every detail about her. He’d only allowed this woman entrance to his lair because something in her voice spoke to a deeply buried part of him. Forcing his fingers through his hair, he appraised the woman who was so desperate to retrieve the soul of a man who most certainly didn’t deserve her devotion.

Worn jeans cupped wide hips, a perfect ass, and long but strong legs. A faded button-down shirt with a torn collar accented large breasts that she clearly tried to hide under a stout sports bra. Simple leather boots covered her narrow feet. She’d pulled her thick, unruly brown hair back in a simple ponytail that exposed the length of her slender neck.

Frowning, he thought she didn’t seem old enough to have a husband. When he leaned closer to examine her face, she held her breath and closed her eyes, as if she thought he was on the verge of biting her.

Growling, he snapped his teeth near her ear.

She jumped.

He let out a mocking chuckle.

Whimpering, she held very still, letting him inspect her.

He noticed telltale lines about her eyes and her mouth, confirming that she was much older than she appeared. Not that her age mattered to him. She was clearly old enough to make a deal with the devil. That was all that really mattered.

Many came seeking his help, but few were truly willing to give him his due. They swore that they were ready, but they never really were. In fact, several had ended up giving him their souls just to escape the lustful clutches of the demons he gave them to once he was bored with them.

Ah, but this one, he would not pass her along to a subordinate to curry favor or devotion. No, this woman was far too interesting. As she stood there in her battered clothing, her body a wicked promise below such shabby wrappings, he decided that she was far too repressed and skittish to waste.

Adult excerpt

He pointed to the floor. “On your knees.” When she hesitated, he reminded, “Think of the deal you made, Abigail. You can’t back out before we’ve even begun.” With a low, humming rumble he added, “You do want that soul, don’t you?”

Reminded that her husband’s soul hung in the balance, she nodded forcefully then lowered herself to the floor. She moved with surprising grace.

He hardened just looking down at her. When she tilted her head back, peering up at him, he thought his dick would break right through the worsted wool of his slacks. The butterfly glasses magnified her eyes, brightened her tawny gaze, and made her look beyond innocent.

Her sweet, pink tongue swiped across the coral flesh of her upper lip nervously, but to him, it was the most seductive lip lick he’d ever witnessed. Damn his soul three times over, but just looking at her was putting him right at the edge of climax.

When he exhaled a long, slow moan of pleasure, she blinked rapidly. Her breath heated him through his pants, causing sweat to bead against his forehead. All this time, and all the perversity he’d enacted, yet this woman kneeling before him pushed him beyond endurance. He had to get himself under control.

“How do I start?” she asked, keeping her eyes riveted to the bulge in his pants.

“Start by opening my trousers.” A thousand times, he’d had a woman do this to him, but this was the first time he felt nervous. He was afraid that as soon as she took him into her mouth he’d explode. His palms were slick with sweat against the desk, so he cupped the edge to hold on. Why he needed to cling to the furniture was a mystery, but he felt if he let go he might lose control. Everything about her was so terribly perfect. He felt he’d waited an eternity for her.

Vehemently, he shook the thoughts away. This was sex. Pure and simple sexual gratification. And then he realized he wanted her to enjoy what she was about to do. Force had never truly aroused him, not as it did some demons. Coercion had its pleasures. Manipulation, too, could be most alluring. However, nothing could substitute for true unfettered desire.

When he glanced down at her trembling hands he almost told her to stop, but in her eyes there lurked a wanton curiosity, something he rarely encountered.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked, needing to know the truth even though he wasn’t sure he could summon the strength to tell her to stop if she said no.

“I do.” She darted her gaze up to his eyes for just a moment then returned her attention to her task. Carefully she pushed the vest out of her way then unfastened his belt. Using both hands, she pried the button at the waistband free then tugged the zipper down so slowly he almost growled at her to hurry up. Jangling merrily, the buckle pulled the edges of his trousers apart, exposing a good portion of his lower abs but not his cock. He dressed left, and the heavy belt buckle drew the right side down. But there was no mistaking the large lump hidden behind the fabric on the left.

Tentatively, she stroked her hand along his shaft, teasing him through the cloth. Moist and hot, her hand caressing him through his clothing was more erotic than a direct touch would have been. She might be an innocent, but she had natural talent. He leaned back a bit, cocking his hips to give her more maneuverability.

“I wondered whether the devil wore boxers or briefs. Bare hadn’t crossed my mind.”

Suddenly he wondered what she wore below that proper little dress. He’d only clothed the outer layer. With a snap of his fingers, he could put anything he wanted on her, but he decided it would be more fun to discover the truth. Perhaps when he bent her fine bottom over his desk and took her from behind.

“What next?”

With a smirk, he said, “Free the beast.”

A quirk of a grin lifted up one edge of her mouth. “You’ve named your penis ‘the beast?’”

“You haven’t seen it yet.”

Her eyes went wide. “It’s normal, right?”

“Define normal.”

The look on her face made him realize she was imagining all kinds of horrors. Like warts, barbs, or worse.

Holding her breath, she reached out with trembling fingers and carefully peeled the layer of cloth away.

Just as she was about to expose him, he simultaneously thrust his hips and said, “Boo!”

She fell back, catching herself with one hand and clutching the other to her chest. “You bastard!” She glared up at him.

He laughed. “I’m the devil, remember?” He offered out his hand, which she grudgingly accepted. Pulling her up to her knees, he kept pulling until her mouth was tantalizingly close to his erection. “Finish unwrapping your prize.”