Black and Silver

by Gwendolyn Harper

“Tell—” She stopped herself. Silas arched an eyebrow in question. “Tell me more,” she finished, voice thin and raspy. The lazy smile that spread across his face was only that of a fallen angel ready to indulge in all kinds of earthly sins.

“I can’t wait to earn the right to touch you,” he said. “Because once I get my hands on your arse, I’m going to mark you up so good you’ll remember every single thing I did to you with each step you take.” Ivy whimpered, pressing her thighs together. “You want to be bitten? I’ll sink my teeth into every inch of your perfect cheeks. And I’ll keep them there while working my fingers...

“Would you like my teeth there too?” He asked, eyes flashing. “Nipping and sucking, dragging my fangs over those tight nipples?” Ivy nodded. “Y-yes.” “I could be gentle with you,” he purred. “Use the tips of my fangs so lightly against your skin you barely feel it. Just a graze. Is that what you want?” Pinching her sensitive nipples over her bra, she shook her head. “No.” “No?” Silas grinned. “Does my little witch want more than that? Want it harder and rougher than that?”

“Pick out a toy, Ivy,” Silas ordered, jerking his chin to the racks of them. With her heels click-click-clicking, she strode over and examined the selection in a haze of lust. She wanted them all. Wanted to be filled up with the girthy dildo in front of her, while pressing the wand vibrator to her clit, and being teased by the smooth silver plug. “Ivy,” Silas groaned, head tipping forward.

At first she thought it was because she was taking too long to decide, but then she saw the muscle ticking in his jaw and— “Did you read my mind?” Chuckling darkly, he shook his head. “No, I felt your arousal spike and saw where your gaze went.” “Oh.” Her cheeks burned. “I… I’ve never done that…” “Then we’ll explore that too,” he said, stare lifting to her face. “Whatever you want, we’ll do.” If he were anyone else, she’d have scoffed. But Ivy believed him.

“How does that feel?” She struggled to speak for a moment. “Good. So, so good.” Grinning, he said, “I know. I can smell how turned on you are.” Ivy whimpered, blushing so deeply he could see it even in the low light. “I love your scent, witchling,” he murmured warmly. “You make my mouth water. Ever since that night at dinner, your scent has haunted me.” Rocking her hips against the vibrator, she moaned.

“That toy you picked has ten intensity settings,” he said as if he were pointing out the weather. “Let’s see if you can handle all of them.” “Fuck,” she grit out, still keeping the vibrator pressed tightly to her clit.

She tried to stifle her cries, but Silas shook his head. “Don’t hold back,” he said, shifting to the edge of his chair. “I want every sound that leaves those pretty, full lips.” Ivy’s chest heaved as she rode each wave, gasping and moaning the whole time. “Turn it up another level,” he said, and she made a high, desperate sound. “Shhh, you’re doing so good for me. You’re so close I can feel it. Let me see you come all over that fancy lace you’re wearing.”

Her arousal soaked through the fabric, dripping down her thighs, and she glanced up just in time to see Silas lick his lips as he watched. It sent her rocketing over the edge, stars bursting in her vision as she came so hard she nearly tumbled forward. “That’s it,” he urged. “Keep coming for me, love.” Helpless, she could only obey, shaking as each crest hit her. Cursing, Silas leaned forward. “So bloody gorgeous.”

As her orgasm finally began to dwindle, she moved the toy away from her drenched, aching core. “Did I give you permission to do that?” He asked. Freezing, Ivy gaped. “I…” “Next time, you ask.” Nodding, she said, “Sorry.” “You can apologize by stripping those off,” he said, gesturing to her underwear and bra. “And getting on the table for me.”

Just as she was about to step out of her pumps, he stopped her. “Leave them on.” Ivy smirked. “Another man who loves a woman in heels. Guess some things are universal.” The red rings in his eyes blazed. “This way I get to imagine having those damn heels propped up on my shoulders while I’m buried inside you.” Her mouth fell open, all jest leaving her.

He smiled. “Good. Now spread those gorgeous thighs and let me see you.” Stamping down her sudden shyness, Ivy bent one knee, digging her heel into one of the jut outs. Cool air ghosted across her damp skin, making her squirm. “Wider,” Silas ordered. Inhaling deeply, she bent her other knee and did the same thing, bracing against the arm and letting her legs fall open more. She’d never felt more exposed in her life. “Fuck me,” Silas groaned. “Look at you. All pink and wet and swollen.” Ivy bit her lip, gripping the handle of the toy. “You’re stunning,” he continued. “That sweet cunt of yours is going to bring me to my knees.”

Sucking in a ragged breath, Ivy forced herself to watch his face as he looked at her innermost parts. Silas’ expression was so raw and open it nearly made her cry out. “Turn the toy back on, Ivy,” he rasped out. “I’m still hungry.”

Ivy nourished every cell in his Infernal body with her pleasure, her magic. And if he couldn’t get his hands or his mouth on her soon, he was going to be driven insane. Remember your rules, he told himself, clenching his fists so tight he nearly bent his bones. You haven’t earned her trust yet. She has to know you’ll keep your word.

Pressing the toy to her swollen clit, Ivy moaned low in her throat. His cock jerked in response. “That’s it,” he urged. “Work yourself up, love.” Her hips twitched, seeking out more friction, more pressure. “Turn up the intensity.” She did, and he grinned to himself as she writhed on his table. Through his energetic tethers, he felt her orgasm rush up from her depths, catching them both off guard. Holding the head of the toy to her sensitive flesh, Ivy gasped sharply as her second climax rocked her.

Drinking her energy down like wine, Silas’ eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured, nearly slurring his words. “You’re damn near addictive.” He wasn’t done though, and neither was she. He could feel it in her aura, see it in the tension still clamping her muscles. No, his little witch needed more. “That toy is made to stimulate your G-spot too,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “Slide it inside and see for yourself.”

He didn’t want to assume, as some of his partners in the past hadn’t enjoyed anything penetrating them, including toys. But Ivy hadn’t disclosed she’d be against it, and when he’d made that comment about imagining himself balls deep in...

Still riding the high from her orgasm, Ivy pressed the silicone against her entrance. She didn’t thrust it inside though, and just as he was going to check in with her comfort level, he felt it. The tingling lightness of mirth and joy mixed with a heady dose of sultry desire. Oh, Lucifer save him… She was teasing him. Chuckling quietly, he leaned forward. “Do you like that I’m watching you, Ivy?” “Yes,” she admitted, her ...

“Up the intensity again, Ivy,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “All the way to six.” She jerked, crying out when she reached the right level. “Silas, I’m—” Her legs began to shake as she worked the toy against her G-spot. Panting, she angled her head to look at him, blushing a gorgeous pink hue. Silas flashed his fangs as he grinned. “Fuck yourself for me, Ivy. Show me how much your needy cunt can take.” She did as he told her, the slick sounds filling the air between her throaty moans.

When she’d told him she needed pain—specifically biting—Silas had nearly pounced on her in his office. It had taken every ounce of willpower to stay in his seat. He’d barely been able to form words. He’d learned over the decades how to bite without puncturing delicate human skin. Knew how to clamp his teeth down without drawing blood. To take someone’s vein without prior discussion or consent was unforgivable. But having his partner’s throat bared to him, his fangs pressing against their pulse point without cutting? It was a high Silas hadn’t experienced in far too long. And here Ivy was, laying such a gift at his feet.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out, back arching. Welling over, she spilled her wetness down the curve of her ass. Silas growled. “That’s my good little witch. Make a mess for me.” Keening, she tossed her head back as she worked the toy faster. She was right on the edge—he could feel it thrumming inside her. “Up it to seven,” he said, every muscle in his body coiled like he was about to lunge for her.

As soon as she clicked the button, Ivy screamed, clawing her left thigh until she nearly drew blood. Silas let out a guttural noise as she rode out her orgasm. She bucked her hips, taking the vibrator further as she cursed and shook. As energy poured into him, his tethers sank deeper, hooking into her magic. It was like pressing his tongue to a livewire. It threatened to fry his nervous system, but he couldn’t let go. “Don’t stop,” he ordered, voice almost inhuman. “Push it to eight. I’m not through with you yet, witchling.”

“Silas, please,” she begged, and it only rattled the cage he kept his beast in. Grinning, he watched the toy sliding in and out of her drenched pussy. “Please, what?” Her moan petered into a whimper. “I don’t know if I can come again.” He tsked. “Yes you can. Did you really think I’d let you stop after just three? What kind of Incubus would I be if I didn’t wring every ounce of pleasure out of your sweet, precious body?” “But…” Ivy’s brows pinched together. “Ohhh, god,” she groaned as the vibrations hit her G-spot perfectly.

“There it is,” he murmured, inhaling her lush scent to the bottom of his lungs. “Silas,” she gasped. “I’m—” Ivy’s back bowed off the table as her hand kept working. “Nine,” he ordered, limbs shaking. It took two seconds for her to fly apart, screaming his name. That time he let himself growl like a beast, head lolling back and eye...

“So fucking good,” he groaned. “Look at your pretty pussy clenching around that toy. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Half-sobbing, Ivy blinked up at him. “Too good. It’s too much. It’s—” “Press it to your clit,” he cut her off. Whining, she did as he told her, and nearly convulsed off the table with the first swipe of the vibrator on he...

“You’re going to give me two more,” he said, clutching his fists in front of him to keep from palming his cock over his trousers. “Can you do that for me, Ivy?” Nodding shakily, she said, “Yes, I think so.” She swallowed. “I can.” “So eager to please,” he purred, loving how she flushed all the way to her luscious tits. “You’re doing so well for me. Now press that toy to your clit and ride it like you’d ride my face.” Her shocked moan was a symphony to his ears.

Ivy thrust against the vibrator and Silas had never envied an inanimate object more. Fuck, if he was between her thighs in that moment, he’d explode like a dying star. He wanted to know exactly how it felt to have her that wild against his face. Wanted her hands in his hair, clutching him so hard his scalp burned as she came on his tongue over and over.

“Ten,” he ground out. Pressing the button, Ivy cried out, keeping her teeth clamped on her flesh. Drawing her energy and magic into the center of his being, he shuddered. Nearly sated, he grinned wolfishly down at her quivering thighs and the glistening wetness pooling beneath her on the leather. Pulling back, Ivy gasped raggedly as she shoved the vibrator inside her once more.

“That’s my perfect, wicked beauty,” he urged. “Show me what you like. Show me how you want my fangs against your skin.” A broken moan tore from her throat. “Silas,” she gasped. “I know, darling,” he murmured. “I know.” Picking another spot on her arm, Ivy bit down with a cry. Silas’ fangs throbbed, begging to be used. Lifting her hazy stare to his, she shook violently as she came, ecstasy rolling off her in tidal waves.

He groaned, knees almost buckling. Arching as she rode it out, Ivy didn’t look away from him. Silas couldn’t look away from her if he tried. “Good girl,” he breathed. “Good fucking girl.” Lashes fluttering, she silently pleaded with him for mercy. And because she’d done so well, he gave it to her. “Turn it off, Ivy,” he said with a crooked smile. “Before you go numb.”

Collapsing against the table, she withdrew the vibrator and fumbled with the power button. Her chest heaved and her knees wobbled as she repositioned herself. Flushed, sweaty, and utterly spent, Ivy was the most beautiful thing Silas had ever seen in his Infernal life. Turning, he got her another bottle of water and handed it to her. “Drink this while I get you some chocolate and a blanket,” he said. Ivy nodded. “Thank you.”

he returned to Ivy, who looked seconds away from falling asleep even with a water bottle clutched in her hand. “Would you like to sit up, or roll onto your side?” He asked. She hummed. “Sit.” Smiling softly, he held out the chocolates for her. “Here, eat these.” As she took them from him, he shook out the blanket and waited for her to be upright before wrapping it around her shoulders. Bundling her up, he was careful not to touch her skin. His rules were still in place, even in aftercare.

Silas’ arms suddenly felt painfully empty. He wanted to hold her. To caress her to sleep against his chest. “How do you feel?” He asked, voice thick. Popping the second truffle into her mouth, Ivy tilted her head in thought. “A bit tired,” she said. “Kind of fuzzy headed, like I’m coming off cold medicine.” Silas nodded. “That’s normal.” “I don’t feel so jittery anymore,” she said, sipping from the plastic bottle. “I bet I sleep like a baby,” she chuckled. “Trust me, you will,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“I just feel so…” She tightened her grip on her water bottle. “Angry.” Silas’ stomach plummeted to his feet. He’d overdone it. He’d pushed her too hard. She didn’t feel secure using her safe words. He’d— “All the people I’ve dated, all the men I’ve been with—” She shook her head. “Not a single one has cared for me the way you have, and I’m just a meal source on your payroll.” He jerked his head up, sucking in a sharp breath to speak, but Ivy didn’t give him the chance. “You—you focused completely on getting me off,” she said. “Six fucking times. And you didn’t even attempt to jack yourself once.”

Despite himself, he smirked as pride bloomed in his chest. She’d noticed he’d maintained control, even when he desperately wanted to unleash himself. “And here you are, wrapping me in a blanket and feeding me fancy chocolates and you just…” She swallowed roughly. “You care. You care more than anyone I’ve ever been with. And it makes me fucking livid.” Understanding settled over him, and Silas watched her with a steady gaze. “You deserved more than what they gave you, love,” he murmured. “I’m sorry you were never treated like the treasure you are.” Tear droplets clung to her bottom lashes like little diamonds.

He’d prepared for the downswing often experienced after a session. A lot of his partners processed their emotions and needed to purge through crying or talking it out. He hadn’t anticipated Ivy’s wounded, righteous anger to be so close to the surface. But he was glad t...

“Ivy, I know I promised I wouldn’t touch you,” he started. “And I still won’t make skin to skin contact unless by accident. But…” He inched closer. “May I give you a hug?” Her breathing hitched as she looked up at him. “That… That would be really nice.” Nodding, he carefully wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing her to his torso. Immediately, Ivy shoved her face into his chest, cheek to pectoral.

Tension bled from her as her breathing evened out. Silas couldn’t smell the salt of her tears anymore. “Thank you,” she murmured. Rubbing small circles along her back, he said, “You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you, Ivy. It’s my pleasure and my responsibility.” Snorting a quiet laugh, she nuzzled into him more. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say they enjoyed taking responsibility for me.” Silas really, truly wanted to hunt down every single person who mistreated Ivy and make them wish for Hell. “Well now you have,” he said, voice deep and rumbling like distant thunder. “And I’m sure you’ll hear me say it again soon.”

He felt her smile against him and moved to press a kiss to the top of her head but halted. Maybe he was secretly a masochist with all the rules he placed on himself.

“Finish your water and warm up. And make sure you’re steady before you stand,” he said. “You’re going to be a bit wobbly on your feet, so go slowly.” Soft, sleepy eyes searched his face. “Are you leaving?” “Of course not, darling,” he murmured. “We came in together, we’re leaving together too.” A pleased smile curved her full lips, and he ached to kiss her. Maybe she’d allow him a kiss goodnight at her door…

Ivy shivered delicately, and it was as if he hadn’t just fed from her for almost an hour. He craved seconds, thirds, fourths. Soon, he promised himself. Soon.

It took everything in him not to groan and shove her back against the wall to kiss her until she was lightheaded again.

Pausing at her door, Ivy glanced up at him and smiled. “What?” He asked, tilting his head with amusement. “I was just thinking how, of all the bargains I could’ve made, this one seems pretty great.” Something pressed against the inside of his ribs, catching his breath. Leaning in, Silas stopped just a fraction away from her lips. “May I?” “Yes,” Ivy sighed, and he captured the last bit of sound with his tongue. Surging forward, he sank his hands into her silken curls, holding her to him as he pressed deeper and deeper. Silas kissed her with the visceral need to imprint himself on her very soul. She whimpered, and he swallowed it down with a pleased groan.

Dragging his fangs over her bottom lip, he had to fight not to roll his hips against her as she gasped and shuddered in his arms.

Seconds, minutes, or hours later, he pulled back for air. The sight of her lips reddened and puffy, her pupils blown wide, and her cheeks flushed had him grinning like a smug little imp. “Sweet dreams, witchling,” he murmured, bumping her nose with his before releasing her. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Standing in the center of his playroom, Silas scanned the furniture and toys, taking note of what needed doing. He could clean the entire place with just a snap of his fingers, but there was something calming about doing it all by hand. It was his own form of aftercare.

At lightning speed, Silas pulled the lace off his cock and stuffed them into his mouth before taking himself in hand once more. Tasting her essence left on the fabric was cruel, vicious torture and pure bliss combined. It sent a bolt of desire right down his spine, hips bucking as if he were buried inside her. Fangs shredding the delicate cloth, he let out a muffled shout as he came, spilling ropes of white over his knuckles and all over the floor between his spread knees. It didn’t end. Silas came so hard his vision blacked out. Every muscle locked and spasmed. The beast in his chest howled. Gasping through his scandalous, impromptu gag, he struggled to hold himself up as the last of his orgasm rocked through him.

Sagging against the table, he whined and shallowly thrust into his fist, dragging every bit of pleasure out of himself. When it was finally too much, Silas released his cock, snarling low in his throat. While relief settled in his core, he knew it was temporary and hollow. He knew what he really needed. He needed her.

The part no one talked about when discussing magic was the intense amount of note keeping and data collection for each and every spell. And when performing magic for a client, even more notes were taken, just to make sure her ass was covered.

It had been a little over a week since the night Ivy healed her leg. Less than a week since Ivy had learned the identity of Kat’s trafficker. Even though the man was dead, she still had the urge to do something about what she knew. To warn people, to find out who else might’ve been capturing and abusing Infernals or other magical citizens.