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  The Devil Wants More

  SECOND EDITION

  (Erotic Taboo Fantasy)

  by Sarah Westerly

  © 2016 Sarah Westerly / 7 Inch Books

  All Rights Reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, places, events and characters are purely fictitious.

  Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or any actual events is purely coincidental.

  All characters in the following story are consenting adults over the age of eighteen.

  The Devil Wants More

  *****

  CHAPTER I

  Curvy and beautiful Rebecca was trying to be discreet in her cubicle with her cellphone pressed to her face, her long, raven colored curls doing their best to obscure the phone.

  "Yes, I'm behind, I know. Yes, yes...I know. Yes, I understand. Listen, I don't make a lot of money...yes. I will send what I can right now. Ok."

  "Everything ok Rebecca?" her boss Mr. Davis called out from his office. Rebecca was his assistant and she was well aware he wasn't fond of her taking personal calls on company time.

  "Yessir, sorry about that." He seemed to move on quickly which was a relief to Rebecca as she could now go back to online window shopping and watching the clock crawl towards 5 o'clock.

  ***

  It hadn't always been this way. Rebecca left college full of piss and vinegar, eager to take the marketing world by storm. She took an assistant job thinking it was temporary but here she was, 5 years later, still a glorified secretary and still not making as much money as she was spending. She had assumed she would be making the big bucks by this point in her life, but instead she was making the same money and falling deeper in debt.

  Rebecca's parents had passed when she was in college so she couldn't reach out to them for help. "What you need is a sugar daddy" her friend Steph always told her but Rebecca held onto the traditional values her parents had instilled in her. She was actually still a virgin and had very little physical experience with men; some over the panties teasing was about as far as it went. "That makes you even more valuable!" Steph would go on but Rebecca wasn't so sure that was the answer. It's not like it wasn't an option, Rebecca was still fairly young, had perfect curves and was turn-heads-on-the-street beautiful.

  Rebecca's only hope to get out of this hole was her faith that her prayers to God would be heard. She prayed nightly begging for help but come morning, there would be missed calls from collection agencies and a mailbox full of past due notices. She still prayed and prayed, begging for help. She had done her part remaining chaste, she lived by the church's laws and she was a good person. She just wasn't being heard.

  ***

  Rebecca woke up slowly on the following Monday morning (she woke up slowly every Monday morning). Grumpy at having to greet another week, she pulled herself out of bed at 6am to head to the gym. She did this 4 days a week because she took great pride in her curves. She wasn't going to let her body get out of hand. It was at least some form of control she could have over her life. She pulled on the cute sports bra that showcased the boobs that made many men crazy. She wiggled into her favorite yoga pants, the ones that hugged her ass and made her look amazing. She grabbed her work clothes, her gym bag and headed out the door.

  Juggling her things out to the car in the parking lot, she managed to unlock the door with full hands and place everything in the backseat. Placing the key in the ignition with her free hand, she turned it, ready to go. The car starting when she wanted it to was something Rebecca would soon learn she had been taking for granted. She learned this as she waited for the car to start but instead heard only a "click". She tried a few times, waited a few minutes and tried again. Nothing. Rebecca was completely frustrated but not surprised by her luck.

  Michael, the building super, passed by her and gave a quizzical look. Without rolling down the window or even saying anything, Rebecca put on a pouty face and demonstrated to Michael what happened when she turned the key.

  "Sounds like your starter."

  Unsure of what that meant, Rebecca rolled down the window and tried to be cute for Michael's help.

  "You don't happen to have a working starter lying around do you?"

  "Ha ha no. Sorry, I just work on the apartments."

  "What do you think something like this will cost?"

  With a complete lack of sympathy, in a very matter of fact way, Michael told Rebecca that it would probably cost "a few hundred bucks". Rebecca dropped her head to the steering wheel wondering what she was going to do without her car.

  After a few moments of pity, Rebecca grabbed her things to head back inside.

  "Hi yes. I've been a member of your gym for years now and well, I'm having car trouble and most likely won't be able to come in for awhile. I wanted to see if I could postpone payments until the car is fixed. Yes, 812-1158B. Yes, I'll wait."

  Rebecca checked her nails as she waited on the phone.

  "Yes, hi...it's been cancelled?! There's no way! I've only missed..." Rebecca counted on 3 fingers, "I've only missed 3 payments. I'm getting that money, I swear. It's just a hard time right now. You'll get the money soon".

  Rebecca pushed the 'end call' button defiantly with her index finger and shouted in exasperation. She had thought things were bad before but it was going to cost more money than she had to get back to that miserable level. She lightly banged her head on the counter and the sweat from her forehead caused a paper to stick to her head. Rebecca took the paper off her head, examining it and reading aloud, "St. Matthew's Bi-Annual Fundraiser".

  Red faced and angry, Rebecca slammed the paper back down onto the counter and stormed off to her bedroom. In one rushed and manic moment, Rebecca used one arm to clear off her bed and she got onto her knees, leaning against the bed and pushing her hands together with enough force to break a rock. She began to pray out loud.

  "Hey! Devil! Almighty Lucifer. Satan himself. You there?! We haven't met. I'm the girl that's always been real good to God, being a good person, praying everyday and going to church and stuff. Guess what? It means nothing. You probably already knew that. First God kills my parents and now, despite me pray begging everyday, my life continues to get worse. What about you? Let's work together. If you can answer my prayers, maybe I can do something for you. Let's make a deal" Rebecca paused and pontificated on the words that flew out of her mouth.

  Snapping out of her daze, Rebecca stood up, brushed herself off and walked away from the bed, somewhat relieved by her uncharacteristic and defiant act but not wholly convinced it would fix things. Very quickly she came to regret it but was convinced a lifetime of loyal devotion to the good side couldn't be undone by a moment of weakness. She was able to vent and let out some steam and that would help her get through her day.

  CHAPTER II

  Taking the bus into work in the morning was a new and humiliating experience for Rebecca and she spent the entire workday dreading the return trip home. She asked around and her co-worker Debbie agreed that she could drive her home after work. Rebecca spent the day at work calling mechanics when her boss wasn't looking, seeing just how much they thought a starter would cost to replace. All of them seemed to agree with Michael. She wouldn't have that money for awhile and was completely unsure about what to do. Her gym membership was now a lost cause.

  At 5:05 pm exactly, Rebecca and Debbie piled into Debbie's car, ready to escape work.

  "What are your plans for tonight?"
Debbie asked Rebecca as she easily started her car.

  Rebecca tried to think of anything interesting to say but couldn't think of anything believable.

  "Um, not much. Got some work at home to do."

  "Listen, would you mind making a quick stop with me? I have to go to a bar and check on my friend's boyfriend. He's a bartender and she doesn't exactly trust him. It will be like, 5 minutes."

  Rebecca just said a quick "sure" even though she didn't have the money for a drink. She only rarely drank alcohol so there was that too. She didn't expect Debbie to know this, they barely knew each other. Needing a ride home, Rebecca just went along with what Debbie wanted to do.

  "So what's your deal anyways? You got a man?" Debbie got personal real quick.

  "No. Not really. Not right now". Rebecca really wasn't into opening up about this, not to somebody she barely knew.

  "You have to get on that, we're not getting younger. You're hot, you should have a man taking care of you."

  Rebecca gave a polite smile as the two continued driving. They arrived at the bar and had no trouble parking as the lot was fairly empty. There were only a few cars but one stood out. A very nice, sleek, black car looked very out of place in this parking lot. Rebecca didn't know cars at all but whoever owned this car clearly had the money for the nice things in life.

  "We need to find out who drives this" Debbie said pointing to the black sports car. "Let's just hope it's not a chick".

  ***

  They walked into the bar and chose two empty stools in the middle. Debbie ordered a gin and tonic and Rebecca a soda. Debbie seemed a little disappointed but she had work to do. She had never met the bartender so her cover wasn't blown. She watched his moves and made inattentive small talk with Rebecca.

  Since Debbie's attention was divided, Rebecca soon grew bored. Scoping out the bar, she didn't see many opportunities to entertain her. That is, until she saw him. Sitting alone at the end of the bar was the most handsome man Rebecca had ever laid eyes on. Perfect, jet black hair, a chiseled jaw and broad shoulders that suggested a wealth of muscles under his well pressed shirt. Looking at him Rebecca instantly regretted not dressing nicer this morning. She also felt her panties getting moist which was a pleasant surprise.

  "Hey, uh, that gorgeous guy over there keeps looking at you." Debbie said, snapping Rebecca back to reality. She had no idea how long she had been staring at this man.

  Rebecca blushed, "You think so?"

  Rebecca tried to stay focused on her friend but couldn't keep her attention on Debbie and whatever she was droning on about. Rebecca paid close attention to the man at the end of the bar. Debbie soon took the hint and began collection her things.

  "Well go chat him up if you want but my work here is done. I have to get out of here. Go see if he'll give you a ride home, say I abandoned you. Even if he's a serial killer, he's an insanely good looking serial killer." And with that, Debbie had actually abandoned her. Rebecca planned to sit here, nurse her soda and if this gorgeous man happened to come over and talk to her, so be it.

  No sooner than she had thought that, the man came and occupied the stool next to her. Rebecca turned slowly to address the man but he spoke first.

  "Hope you don't mind, I've been waiting for her to leave for awhile now. I'm Lucius."

  A large, strong hand protruded from the man's black suit and slowly went from being limp by his side to fully erect, right in front of Rebecca's chest. His hand enveloped Rebecca's soft, dainty hand and Lucius gracefully squeezed before letting go. A simple handshake had made Rebecca flushed with excitement. She felt a rush by this man that she hadn't felt in a long time.

  Lucius and Rebecca sat at the bar and he instantly made her feel comfortable. Lucius didn't say too much about himself but he listened intently to every word Rebecca said, making her feel like she was the only other person in the bar. When she spoke, he looked deep into her soul.

  "Can I buy you your next drink?"

  Rebecca had been mindlessly playing with her near empty glass.

  "Oh, it was just soda, I think I've had enough. I actually should get going," she said staring at the bar instead of Lucius.

  "Oh, let loose a little. One drink, then you can go."

  And with that, Lucius was able to convince Rebecca to break her 'once-a-year' self-imposed alcohol rule. Lucius had made her feel so comfortable, she thought little of it.

  After a 2nd and 3rd drink, Rebecca really started to open up. She let Lucius know she had found herself in a little financial trouble and was unsure of what to do.

  He told her "there's always someone willing to help."

  Rebecca checked her phone for the time and was shocked at how late it was. She hadn't realized so much time had passed. Knowing she'd be unable to resist him, Rebecca looked away from Lucius as she told him she had no choice but to leave, she had work in the morning and there was a bus coming in the next 5 minutes.

  "The bus? Please, at least allow me to give you a ride home."

  Rebecca at first was hesitant but realized that through all of her drinking, she hadn't noticed Lucius have even one. She agreed as long as Lucius drop her off a block away from her place; he was a stranger after all. Lucius didn't protest the request and off they went to the parking lot. Of course he happened to be the owner of the hot, black sports car.

  CHAPTER III

  You could never classify Rebecca as a car aficionado but damn, even she knew this car was something special. Lucius got the passenger door for her and graciously held her hand as she lowered herself onto the black leather clad seat. Everything in the car was black and all looked new. Rebecca looked all around the car before Lucius entered, trying to get an understanding on just who this man was.

  Lucius opened his door and sat down. When he started the ignition, the purr made a vibration under Rebecca's seat that felt like heaven. As the car came to life, red light emanated all around.

  "Shall we go?" Lucius asked and started driving in the right direction, before Rebecca had even said where she lived. As he drove, Lucius had an amazing ability to maintain a high level of eye contact with Rebecca while occasionally glancing at the road. Even so, for some reason, she still felt comfortable and at ease. Probably had something to do with the liquor. Between sentences, Rebecca definitely felt drunk. Not sick drunk, just over talkative and emotional drunk.

  "Bet you wouldn't guess that I'm a virgin." The words left Rebecca's mouth before her brain even had a chance to go over them first.

  "No, no I wouldn't have. Are you waiting for a reason?"

  Rebecca knew she couldn't take back her words and struggled for a way as to not make her seem prudish.

  "I just want it to be magical and special when it does happen." And that probably wasn't going to help her case to not appear prudish.

  "I understand," Lucius looked deep through her eyes and into her soul when he spoke.

  "Here, turn here." Rebecca had thrown caution to the wind and would let Lucius drop her off directly at her door. "It's the white one on the right."

  Lucius parked the car and left it running outside of Rebecca's house. She unbuckled her seat belt and turned to him, unsure of how to end their evening.

  "I am very glad I got the chance to meet you Rebecca," Lucius was staring so intently at Rebecca, she could no longer resist him. Rebecca lunged across her seat, eager to press her lips against his and feel sparks. Lucius welcomed her kiss and reached around her back, his strong hands holding her whole body and pressing it against his. Lucius' hands soon found their way through her hair as he kissed and nibbled on her ears and neck. This was the most passionate Rebecca had been in ages and she wasn't sure she could control herself. Lucius' hands delicately brushed over her breasts and she grinded her pelvis against his leg. When she had briefly opened her eyes, she noticed the windows had steamed up and that seemed about right. She continued to drive her mound into his leg, riding him as they passionately kissed. Dormant parts of her body were now waking and coming alive.


  To her complete surprise, Rebecca felt a wave of pleasure coming. Ordinarily, she had only been able to do this when she was on her own but here it was. It started at her toes, at the tips of her fingers, in the back of her head. Rebecca soon felt it growing, giving her goosebumps, making her nipples hard and her hair stand on end. It culminated in a body wide shiver, causing every single inch of her body to feel perfect, like stretching muscles in the morning times 1000. As the wave started to wane, Rebecca's desire for more grew stronger but she knew she had to not let herself get out of control. She took a minute to compose herself and take the last opportunity her body may allow her to walk away.

  "Listen, I need to get into my house now before this goes any further."

  "I can help you inside, just to make sure you get in safely," Lucius said coyly.

  "I'm sorry, I can't invite you in. Not yet."

  Lucius didn't look defeated but seemed as confident as he had been all night. He grinned at her as she closed the door and then he drove off into the darkness.