Free Dancing for Her Demon by Cynthia Sax Page B

to repeat this lesson. Boy, will he have the shock of his eternal life when I take all of him.” She grinned, waving a giant glass dildo. “He might even smile.”
    “I’m wearing the butt plug we were given last week.” Cyra, her other half-sister, wiggled in her chair, her generous curves jiggling. “I caught Bono staring at my ass again yesterday with that hungry look in his eyes. I’m sure he must be an ass man.”
    “At least he sees you as a woman.” Larissa sighed as she stroked her brand new dildo, enjoying the smooth surface. “This is the closest I’ll ever get to a cock.”
    Saffron released the demon’s cock and stood, smacking her lips as though savoring his taste. “Ladies, we gave you our full attention during your rather dry discussion on Treasury bills. We expect the same respect from you.” She gave them a stern look, and Larissa’s cheeks heated.
    “Yes, Saffron,” the half-sisters chimed in unison. They looked at each other and laughed, destroying their attempt at gravity.
    Saffron rolled her brilliant blue eyes. “Why do I bother?” She stroked the demon’s large cock, working him with confidence and skill.
    “Because you love us?” Cyra asked, the peacekeeper of the group. “As we love you.”
    “I’m a succubus. I love everyone.” The corners of Saffron’s mouth quirked upward. “If you had been paying attention, you would have seen how I tilted my head back and relaxed my throat.” She dropped her hands from the demon’s shaft, and she petted under her chin, her touching sensuous, seductive. “That allows me to take more of him.”
    The demon wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, a bead of precum on his tip. He gazed mournfully at Saffron as she circled the table, his expression pained.
    “Now you try,” the succubus instructed, ignoring her demonstration partner.
    As her half-sisters eagerly slid dildos into their mouths, Larissa stared unseeingly at the smooth glass, recalling that day’s encounter with Julian, unable to find enthusiasm for practicing an act she might never undertake. She’d thought for certain he’d return from New York and claim her, yet he hadn’t. He might never claim her.
    “I’ll be waiting for Julian forever,” she grumbled, her mood dark and defeated. “It’s killing me.” Her shoulders slumped, years of rigid dance training overcome by one uncooperative male demon.
    “You give your male too much power, Larissa,” Saffron purred. “Look at Nac.” She waved her hand toward the sexually frustrated demon. “He waits for me. I don’t wait for him. I control when and where we fuck.”
    Larissa shook her head, dismissing Saffron’s advice. It only applied to females that males desired. “Julian sees me as a child and nothing more.”
    “Show him you’re not a child.” The succubus flicked the top button off Larissa’s blouse. “Show him you’re more.” The plastic bounced across the wooden table. “More than he can handle.”
    “ Am I more than he can handle?” Larissa glanced pointedly down at her flat chest. “He has very large hands.”
    Saffron laughed. “Your Julian’s very large hands won’t be on your breasts, not with your… ummm… other assets.” She smiled wickedly, and Larissa raised her eyebrows, confused about what other assets Saffron was referring to.
    “You have legs any female would kill for,” the succubus clarified. “Legs perfect for wrapping around a demon’s waist.” Saffron’s demon groaned, reinforcing her words, his cock bobbing enthusiastically. “Remind him you have those legs, and he’ll be putty in your hands.”
    Julian did act distracted when she wore shorter skirts. Larissa gazed up at Saffron, the older woman’s confidence renewing her hope. If anyone knew men, it was the sexually skilled succubus.
    She could wear an obscenely short skirt the next time she saw him, if she saw him. “I have no opportunity to remind him. Julian spends all of his time at my