Bound in Blood

Chapter 7

"We make a contract of course," Athan said with a smile.

"You have got to be kidding me. This is ridiculous. I'm telling Mon." Orion reached for the handle again and this time it was Ada that put her hand to the door.

"I don't think you want to do that," she said sternly. He was stuck between the two of them, their bodies closing in on him. He pulled at the door pointlessly knowing they weren't going to let him out.

"You don't get it, do you?" He pleaded. "If Mon finds out..."

"He won't find out," Athan interrupted. "And if you don't want to be a part of this once we get Malden, then you don't have to be. But we have to trust that you won't screw us over."

"This feels very one-sided. What the hell do I get out of this?" Orion was frustrated.

"We can get this done as quickly or as slowly as we want. Mon has practically given us this job," Ada replied. "If you want your binding to end with him sooner rather than later, I suggest you take us up on this offer. Otherwise, we really don't care what happens to you. We lose nothing by letting Mon use you as long as he wants."

Orion looked to both of them, standing on either side. "Say I do agree to this...what exactly does a contract between a demon, a handler, and an immoral look like?"

They exchanged smiles then Athan reached up and caressed his face, twirling a bit of hair around his finger. "It's...almost painless," he said slyly. Orion felt Ada's hands creep around his sides to pull herself close to him. His breath hitched and his head fell backwards. Athan wrapped a hand around his neck and he could feel hot breath against his lips.

"So is that a 'yes?'" Athan breathed into his mouth. Orion couldn't seem to find words so he instead shook his head in agreement. "Good," replied Athan before their lips met in a kiss.

Athan's tongue teased his lips and mouth while Ada's hands grazed along every inch of his body she could find. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him away from Athan's mouth before planting thick wet kisses along his neck. The sensations that rose up inside of him were dizzying and ecstatic. He attempted to hold on to what little control he had within him but he soon realized how futile it was. His mind became more fuzzy with each new touch. His hands sat idle and useless at his sides until Athan pulled them towards the bed. Ada pushed him down onto his back and began to unbutton his shirt. She stopped only for a moment when Athan pulled her in for a kiss. Orion considered that this was all some strange trick, but his body betrayed him, begging for it not to stop. He didn't even protest when his eyes were covered and his hands were bound. Every point of contact they made up and down his torso threw him into a new more intense state of pleasure. He could no longer tell whose hands were touching and grasping him. Ada sat straddling his hips and moaned softly as she pressed herself against him. He heard them both breathing heavy as they exchanged wet kisses. Orion's hands were pushed into the mattress above his head and a hand grazed his lips. He nipped at the bare skin when two fingers were shoved forcefully into his mouth. He desperately tried to hold back the noises of pleasure that rose up through him. Ada pressed kisses down his chest and dipped a few fingers underneath his waistband. His body twitched in anticipation and his hips pushed up against her, begging for more. Orion's mind was completely blank, lost in the overstimulation of their hands leaving hot trails all over his bare skin. His anxieties melted away under their burning touches.

Then suddenly, they pulled themselves away from Orion. Without being able to see, all he could sense were small, unrecognizable noises throughout the room. "Don't move," came Athan's voice from an unknown distance.

He tried to remain calm, but without the distraction of the pleasure, anxiety filled his head. What were they doing? Were they going to get Mon? No, he wasn't going to let himself go there. He could trust them...right? He laid still, hoping they would return to him soon. The seconds felt excruciatingly long as he waited. Memories of the nightmare flashed across his mind; the knife grazing along his skin and the horrible pain that soon followed. His scars felt as though they were on fire again, digging further into his body. He pulled against the rope around his wrists when a hand grabbed his face and a breathy whisper filled his ear - "I said don't move."