Free The Devil Made Me Do It by Alysha Ellis Page B

the outraged woman.
    The woman gave a horrified gasp. Her mouth opened and closed, highlighting her unfortunate resemblance to a stranded carp.
    Jess held her hands up apologetically and called, “The Devil made me do it,” just before she and the Devil disappeared in a puff of smoke.
     
    * * * *
     
    “A puff of smoke? Isn’t that a bit clichéd?” Jess tried to peer up at the Devil, but he had her clasped too tightly to his chest. Not that she was complaining. It was a very nice chest.
    “People like that think in clichés.” His grip loosened a little. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to crush you.” Through clenched teeth, he added, “All I want to do is to get people to embrace the sensuous side of themselves. To remove the stupid prejudice against pleasure. When I meet a woman like that, so grim and so judgmental, I can’t help but play to her preconceptions. Must be the devil in me.” He gave a slightly strained laugh. “I don’t want to waste time talking about her. I’d much rather concentrate on getting a bit of the devil in you.”
    “Yes.” Jess’ voice was shaky and she wasn’t sure exactly what she was saying yes to.
    “So we have a deal. I take you on a tour of Hell and teach you how to unlock your sensuality.”
    “What…what do I have to do? What’s my side of the bargain?”
    A wicked smile played about his lips. “You just have to…enjoy it.”
    He let Jess go. Deprived of his support and heat, she flopped backwards onto a bed covered in rich golds and reds. It looked and felt totally luxurious.
    The Devil took one long stride to the foot of the bed and, leaning forward, grasped Jess’ ankles in his hands. In an instant he spread her legs apart and fastened each foot into loops attached to the intricately wrought metal of the bed frame.
    He grasped her wrists and tied them together and looped the tie over the bed head.
    The bonds were fastened before Jess had time to react or escape. Her heartbeat raced as adrenalin flooded her system. It cleared the lust-induced fog from her brain. She faced the cold, terrifying reality of what she’d done. She’d let the Devil take her to Hell. All the risks that she’d taken in her life didn’t add up to the sheer overwhelming magnitude of the stupidity of this one.
    The blood drained from her face. Icy shivers of dread raced up and down her spine.
    The Devil stood at the end of the bed and watched her. His ethereally beautiful face was a mask, hiding his thoughts, making it impossible to judge his intentions. She was bound, helpless and vulnerable, defenceless against anything he chose to do to her. Her eyes turned beseechingly towards him and begged. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
    The Devil shook his head. “You still don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to hurt you. It’s all about pleasure. Guilt free, come-your-brains-out pleasure.”
    She was too afraid to believe him. “Then why have you tied me up? If it’s really all about pleasure, you wouldn’t need to. I won’t run away.”
    “No, but you might let your inhibitions interfere. This way, you can’t. All the control is mine. I like it that way. You will too. Believe me, once we’ve eradicated your fears and expectations of good behaviour, you’ll be free to explore all the pleasures Hell has to offer.”
    The thick honey of his voice soothed her fear and replaced it with the warmth of renewed desire. Jess turned and twisted to free herself from the restraints that kept her from touching him.
    The Devil watched her with his arms folded. “You can’t get away, but I don’t mind you trying. I like to watch.”
    With her panties on the street where she’d thrown them, Jess suddenly realised from the Devil’s position at the end of the bed he could see straight up between her legs. Every one of her muscles tightened.
    He must have known where her thoughts had gone and smiled at her. “Yes. It’s very sexy. Kind of kinky too, you with your skirt on and your sweet little