Mommy's Little Succubus [Mommy's Little...]
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by Katie Blu
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Mommy, an immortal mother-thug, only wants to help when wayward paranormals wander into her diner... Succubus Liza needs to earn her wings. But what's a klutzy, bespectacled girl to do when she's born without the seductress gene--and that's the only way she can earn her demon wings? Fortunately for Liza, Mommy has a solution, and he's chained up in her dungeon.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2012 February
eBookwise Release Date: May 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [36 KB]
Reading time: 17-24 min.
Liza patiently waited for Mommy to finish closing the long, tedious line of hooks. The black patent leather cinched tighter until breathing deeply became a thing of the past. Well, that wasn't completely true. She could breathe deeply if she didn't mind her breasts popping out of the top of her bustier.
But then her goal was to seduce a man and take his essence in order for her to gain her wings, so maybe a little bit of breast popping was acceptable.
"You're ready for this," Mommy told her. She finished closing up the bustier with a flourish. "There. All done."
Liza peered over her shoulder into the floor-length oval mirror. "What if I trip? What if I bend over and my boobs fall out? God, what if he laughs at me?"
"He won't laugh."
"But how do you know?" she asked.
"I gagged him."
Liza blinked at her as Mommy stepped around and tucked a loose strand of Liza's hair behind her ear. It jiggled Liza's glasses, and the image of Mommy bounced with her lenses.
"He could still run. There's nothing keeping him, and if he does that, I've lost a chance at earning my wings."
"I don't want to hear that negative talk, young lady. By the time this evening's over, you'll be a full-fledged succubus. Besides, he's here willingly, and I chained him to the overhead bar in the dungeon." Mommy dropped a kiss on Liza's cheek. "Now then. Go down there and fuck that man until wings sprout."
Liza hugged the woman that all paranormals had come to call Mommy. Oh, not by choice, no. Mommy demanded it. And she was a mother of sorts. She was like the militant-got-your-back-stick-it-to-you-no-holds-barred-get-you-out-of-a-pinch mother and completely unrelated to any of them. As far as Liza could tell, Mommy was just another immortal with a gruff manner of helping wayward paranormals from behind the diner counter. The one where Liza worked.
In this instance, Liza was insanely grateful for the help. With her obscene lack of grace and inherent dorkiness, she was the least seductive succubus of all succubuses, succcubies, succubi, whatever.
Fledgling. Fledgling succubus, she reminded herself.
Nerves flared in her belly. Mommy headed for the door to the dressing room. "Wait!" Liza called out. Mommy turned, a patient brow lifted over one ebony eye. "He's willing?"
"I have the signed waiver on my desk. All the ts are crossed and is are dotted." Mommy stepped into the hall and out of sight. "Besides, he asked for you by name," she called back.
Liza's heart galloped faster. He had? How did he even know who she was? Her gaze snagged on her pink and white waitress uniform with the shiny gold name badge. Oh, yeah, right. That's how.
She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Ignoring the nerves that chilled the tips of her fingers and added a tremble to her step, Liza left the room and took the stairs to the basement of the diner. It loomed dark and dank, like any self-respecting dungeon should. Mommy had piped in recorded screams and rattling chains for ambience.
"No problem, Liza. You can do this. He already wants to, so there's really no battle here. Just get him hard and the rest is easy," she pep-talked herself.
Sure. That's all.
Liza reached the heavy, wooden, metal studded door at the end of the corridor. An iron grating hash-marked the tiny window at the top. If she got up on her tip toes--which she was already, given the three-inch heels keeping her perpetually on the balls of her feet--she could see the ceiling and the top of the wall in the room beyond.
Liza took a deep breath, puffing it out. It inadvertently lifted the loose hairs on her forehead. It didn't take much to make her look like a mess. Even that little bit of humid air would probably infuse itself into every one of her recently straightened strands and kink up her do into messy curls.
After pulling on her bustier and tugging pointlessly at the creeping rise of her mock G-string panties, she shoved at the wood. In perfect dungeon atmosphere, it creaked high and menacingly. Fear raced down her spine.
Liza took a step, but she forgot to compensate for the high heel, dragged it over uneven flooring and stumbled into the dimly lit room. Her steps clattered loudly as she tried to catch herself before falling. The clackity-clack ricocheted off the walls of the close room. An anticlimactic drip of water hit a puddle from somewhere high.
A man, arms raised and chained above his head, dominated the room. Liza licked her lips nervously as he watched her above the crude gag Mommy had given him. He twisted his wrist, the motion causing the leather around it to complain and tick.
"Um. Hi. I'm Liza."
She drew closer and noticed that his eyes were an incredible pale gray, nearly translucent. She noticed them before she even saw what he wore, how he was bound, or the table of toys just within her reach to his left.
The door banged closed behind her, and Liza jumped, nervously pushing up her glasses though they hadn't slipped yet. Her heart raced, and her hands felt clammy. Wasn't seduction supposed to come naturally to her? Isn't that one of the perks of her kind? How then--please, she needed to know--how had she received the freak gene?
She took another deep breath, and noticed with a little bit of surprise when his gaze dipped to her cleavage. Of course, she remembered. Her breasts were nearly leaking from her top; of course he was looking at them. Even a Eunuch would be fascinated at the car-wreck of mammaries and the imminent avalanche of shame.
"I know you," she said, tipping her head to the side as though it would help her remember his face.
Sin-black hair slashed over his face as he held her gaze. He was cuffed and chained, arms over his head, nothing but a black faux leather loincloth intimately covered his groin. Even his feet were unclad, yet in that one look he exuded more unleashed strength than she possessed in her entire being.
Thank God for the chains. She'd have run like a scared bunny otherwise. If bunnies could run. And if bunnies needed to have sex in order to gain their demon wings and were in the dungeon. Not that bunnies wouldn't be in a dungeon, but damn if they had to have sex to gain wings then they'd be so far ahead of the game that--what the fuck was she thinking about?
She cleared her throat, hoping to make her voice sound stronger than the thready quality it had earlier. "Okay, so, I'm going to take off your gag now."
She paused, and then realizing she was giving him a chance to have an opinion on that matter, she jumped into action and took control. That was the point of this little exercise: seduction. Its very meaning suggested she maintain control while he lost it.
She puffed her bangs again, bit her lip and pulled down his gag. She didn't need to have bothered. He still didn't speak, just kept his unnaturally intense gaze locked on her. Liza avoided it as though she was too busy arranging the seduction to acknowledge him.
What a joke. He held her attention completely. Her hands shook as she pulled the gag knot to the front and untied it. Tossing it to the table, she took a steadying moment to look at the items placed there.
None of them were familiar to her. She could guess what to do with a whip, but the battery and electrodes? They'd be unnecessary.
"Who are you?" she asked casually.
"Yours," his voice a rusty scrape.
It sent a delicious crawl of lust over her skin, jolting her into awareness.