The Boon Collector by Sara Jay

The Boon Collector by Sara Jay

The Boon Collector

Soul Debt (multi-author series)
by Sara Jay

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06271-02015

Tisha finds herself on both the giving and receiving ends of torture in Hell as she attempts to escape Bane. As the lines between pleasure and pain blur, Tisha begins to connect with long-forgotten parts of herself. Her completion of the final dark deed grants her freedom.

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Chapter One

Tisha Sanderson tucked her pale blond bangs behind her ear and grimaced at the envelope. Yet another one of her ex’s bills glared back at her from the contents of her mailbox. Jeremy had left her both broke and broken-hearted months ago, yet traces of him remained through debt.
Crinkling her eyes to hold back tears, Tisha could only sigh. If she could go back in time and kick that loser to the curb before he did this to her, well… She probably wouldn’t have, she admitted to herself.
She was lonely, after all. Jeremy’s mess and callousness and cruelty might have been awful, but the silence she came home to each day was nearly as unbearable.
Trudging up the sidewalk to her front door, she couldn’t even look up from the paper, yet another reminder of Jeremy. Wedging the pink envelope between her teeth, she jiggled the keys to her front door out of her purse and sighed deeply again. Reaching up to push the door open, she gasped.
The door stood open already.
Pink paper fluttered to the grass as she opened her mouth in shock. That, that jerk! Tisha’s mind sputtered for an appropriate response, but all she could do was tremble. If he came to beg for money or cry for help, he would have another thing coming.
Some women might have cursed and slammed the door wide open, demanding an explanation. Some might even whip out a can of pepper spray, prepared for any intruder awaiting. Timid Tisha, though, could only hover in the doorway of her own home and meekly squeak out, “H’lo?”
She couldn’t help it. She had always been the shy one, picked last for sports and unable to fit in with any of her peers. Feeling as if she never truly belonged, she’d become a kindergarten teacher, where she fit in with the power level of most of her students. The mild temperament she displayed at her place of employment wasn’t for school alone, but her entire demeanor. It was as if she had never left kindergarten herself.
When she didn’t receive an answer, Tisha crept into the dimly-lit living area, preparing to see furniture tumbled over in disarray, or perhaps Jeremy standing there, smirking or drunk as usual. But everything appeared to be in its place. It did seem hotter than usual in the house, especially for a light March evening.
Unsure of what to do next, she grasped her purse tightly, carefully making her way through the home her parents had left her. “J-Jeremy?” she asked, her voice cracking. “Is that you?”
She hated the way her heart sped up, almost hoping that her deadbeat ex had invaded her house. Get a grip!
The closer she got to the kitchen, the hotter she felt. Sweat began to pearl on her forehead. Tisha absently wiped it off with the back of a wrist, wondering why her kitchen lights dimmed so low. She didn’t even own a dimmer switch.
The flickering glow seemed to be moving.
Just as she decided that she was seeing things, Tisha froze in the doorway of the kitchen and stared in shock. Feeling faint, she grabbed the doorframe, only to pull her fingers back instantly from the flickering glow.
The entire kitchen was on fire.
Flames ran furiously up and down the walls in vibrant displays of orange and yellow. Angry red welts slashed at her wallpaper, though nothing seemed to be burning. No smoke could be seen. The room was simply set ablaze.
The hairs on the back of Tisha’s neck leapt up.
“Boo,” a deep, masculine voice growled behind her.
Shrieking, Tisha leaped over the flames into the lit but otherwise empty kitchen. Backing away from the source of the sound, she saw a creature straight out of her nightmares.
He was unnaturally tall and muscular with a lean athletic frame hugged with an expensive-looking suit. Long black hair wildly framed his face in a lion-like fashion, and a goatee of the same shade framed his quirked mouth. Fiery red eyes that matched the flames in Tisha’s kitchen peered at her in amusement. He could have easily been a human wearing contacts, but then there was his purple-black skin. And the long, round-tipped tail.
“You — you’re — what are you?” Tisha wailed, cowering back from the creature helplessly. She felt behind her for a weapon but only encountered her burning wallpaper. Oddly, her fingers didn’t burn from it. They only felt warm.
The man casually brushed off invisible lint from his expensive suit, sighing. “You know the answer to that question already, Tisha.”
Something told her he was right. He did seem familiar, but that was absurd! Why would a — well, whatever he was — look familiar?
“How do you know my name?” she demanded. She later thought it was a bit of a stupid question, as he was in her house, after all.
“I know a lot of things about you. I know that you were so shy to correct your teachers that for twelve years people called you Tricia instead of your given name. I know that you lived with a deadbeat boyfriend for three months before he left you high and dry, not to mention penniless. I know you’re still wondering why you ever let him into your heart. And I know you’re going to pay his debt for me.”
“I — what?” Tisha desperately searched around the room for a way out but saw no escape from this strange debt collector or the apparent arson he’d committed in her house. “Look, I don’t know how you know all of that stuff about me, but I can pay you. I still have the house I can mortgage. Please, don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want your house or your money.” The purple-hued man laughed.
His eyes, so sharp and cruel, crinkled at the corners in juxtaposition. He really looked so familiar — the angle of his square jaw, the wryness of his smile…
“Your man beseeched me for a boon not long ago and I granted it. I have come to collect. Since he isn’t here, it’s your duty to pay up.”
A parchment scroll suddenly appeared in the air, fully displaying Jeremy’s trademark scrawl. Before she could read it, the faded contract rolled up into itself and disappeared.
“Boon?” Tisha trembled. “You mean like, um, a wish? Are you a genie, then?”
A whoosh of hot air blew back Tisha’s hair from her face and instantly, the dark monster stood right in front of her, towering over and nearly touching her.
“Do I look like a genie, my dear?” he murmured into her ear.
“Demon!” she gasped, completely unaware of why she would even guess that term. Now that she had said it, the word fit perfectly, but Tisha hadn’t grown up in a religious household. There was really no reason for her to guess that he would be such a creature.
“Yes,” he whispered, the sound breezing past her cheek.
“You — you want my soul,” she whispered back, closing her pale blue eyes.
“Yes,” he breathed. “And I have this as collateral for it.” He pinched a lock of her blond hair between his claws.
“W — what does my hair have to do with it?” she stuttered.
“Your ex made sure he wouldn’t have to pay when he provided a part of you for the spell instead of himself.” The demon shrugged. “It happens sometimes. We demons aren’t a picky bunch.”
No, no! she thought, shaking as a tear slipped down her face. This can’t be happening! It’s not real. I’ll wake up, and this will all be a bad dream.
“You are well awake, sweetheart,” the demon crooned. She heard a rustle of clothing and opened her eyes again. The demon now stood naked, his clothes miraculously unseen in the room.
Dazed, she stared at his body, a body that would’ve been perfect save for the odd, unnatural color and the tail. Even so, his long, lean muscles rippled across his abdomen. A pair of strong, bold shoulders looked ripe for holding on while —
Well, while riding the monstrous cock hanging below, she supposed.
Tisha gasped, face burning in shame, gaze jumping quickly back to his face. His chuckle sent waves of heat to caress her face once again. She felt her nipples harden quickly in response.
“It’s fortunate that you want to pay this debt, woman,” he murmured.
“The — the debt isn’t mine,” she stammered even as she tore her eyes from his demonic bulge. “I shouldn’t have to pay it.”
“Oh, but you will,” he insisted, claws slowly rubbing up the length of each of her arms. “And you will love every moment of it.”
Her slight, petite frame shivered. She found herself ashamed once again as she leaned into his dark embrace. The room grew hotter as his talons lightly scratched her back beneath the inside of her prim white blouse. Tisha let the sweat drip from her brow as she slowly closed her eyes again, this time in pleasure rather than denial.
His lips tasted her neck, slowly leaving drops of ember up toward her ear. She shook, afraid to move, afraid to make a sound, as his cock pressed up against her long pencil skirt. That tail of his snaked right up the cheap fabric as if to peek at what lay underneath. Then it stroked her cunt through her cotton panties.
She gasped. He chuckled again, placing strange, sweet kisses over her still-closed eyes. “You are already ready,” he murmured. His tail slipped past the elastic and over her swollen clit.
This time she cried out. He issued a guttural groan with her. His cock pressed against her harder, insistent, as his tail flicked over her again and again. Tisha’s hips began to tremble. As he inserted his tail into her pussy, she screamed, clutching onto him for dear life.
“You love this,” he hissed in her ear, slicing off the buttons of her blouse with his claw. “Tell me you love this.”
“I — I –”
Her voice cracked as his goatee nuzzled her ample cleavage. The demon swiftly brushed her skirt over her hips. He replaced his eager tail with his cock, not fully entering her but simply teasing her with his monstrous tool. He painstakingly rubbed it back over her clit and toward her cunt again as she moaned.
Snaking across her thighs like a live wire, his juice-covered tail drew lazy circles around her asshole. It teased the entrance in rhythm with the coy brushes his cock gave her. She cried out again, trembling. Plugging her gently, with just the very end of his tail inserted inside, the demon pushed against her harder, giving her the tip of his cock at the same time.
Somewhere in her mind it registered that a demon shouldn’t be so gentle — that she shouldn’t even like this entire experience. But the very thought lay smashed beneath the buzzing pleasure infiltrating all of her senses.
The man — the demon — hadn’t even kissed her fully yet, or even got to second base for Pete’s sake. Yet here he was fucking her like she’d never allowed anyone to do before. She had certainly never let Jeremy enter her this way, and her first lover — well, she didn’t even remember much about him.
As the tip of his tail started to barely fuck her in tiny, shallow thrusts, Tisha felt faint. Swaying as the demon’s palms cupped her breasts over the top of her simple bra, she was suddenly aware of heat at her legs, her feet. The flames tickled Tisha’s bare toes and she shrieked.
“I made no deal, I swear!” she insisted, leaping back from the fire.
“But your ex did, and he’s not here. That leaves you and me, my dear.”
The demon licked her neck, his goatee scratching her. A rush of heat that had nothing to do with the hellfire flooded her. She twisted away as the slick black tongue wove around her face, then past her lips.
Groaning, Tisha collapsed into his sweet, sinful embrace. His flames quickly melted every stitch of her clothing. His red eyes burned as his lithe body crashed into hers. He thrust himself into her, his tongue, tail, and cock filling her completely.
Pain and pleasure spilled from her ass to her pussy, and as she screamed in ecstasy over his forked tongue, the gates of Hell opened beneath the kitchen linoleum and swallowed them both.

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