“Did you touch yourself?”
“You have got to be kidding.” She growled her frustration. He spanked her again. Not hard, but enough to cause a sting.
“Wrong answer, baby.”
“O.K. Fine. No, I worked.” Between the yearning in her cunt and the pain in her ass, she needed him. “I’m not comfortable doing that.”
“Doing what baby?”
What did she have to do to end this conversation? She tried to turn over and received another swat for her troubles. “Masturbation, you bastard. I’ve never been able to do it!”
Suddenly she was flipped back over to face a smug and horny Demon kneeling between her thighs.
“Good.” His hand went back to a proprietary hold on her pussy. This time he stretched her tight opening with two fingers. “From now on the only one who touches this is me.”
She grabbed him by the hair on either side of his ears bringing his face to hers, and enunciated very clearly. “Then get on with it.”
Demon chuckled. “Not this time, Baby. You don’t answer my phone calls or return my messages. You refuse my date.” He nipped her full bottom lip. “I have to sneak in here just to touch you.” He soothed the bite with his tongue and captured her mouth again, making her groan into his mouth. “You needed a few days. You had it; it sucked. Now we’re going to do things my way.”
His lips were soft on hers, his eyes a hard chocolate steel that made Clytie shiver even as it turned her on. His fingers curved up until he hit the spot that made her moan his name. He pulled out and hovered above her on an elbow, sucking his fingers like a lollypop. She cleared her throat, sinking down a little in the bed beneath him and unable to look away. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
He finished cleaning off his fingers and popped his lips, never taking his eyes from hers. “I’m going to fuck you up one side and down the other until you never even think of saying no to me again. Then we’re going to pack up all your things and move you into my house and into my bed where I know you’re safe and I can touch you whenever I want. No more of this ‘thinking things through’ shit. You’ll have whatever you need. Hell, I’ll build you your own studio if that’s what it takes, we have over 200 acres.
“Just like that? You say it so it must be so?”
He leaned down and bit her none too gently on the shoulder right over his mark. When she tried to hit him, he pulled her hand down and placed it around his hard cock. She forgot about the bite and curled her fingers around the hot length. Her hand did not span the entire width. He shuddered when she tightened her grip and Clytie closed her eyes to better feel him. He was hard, unbelievably hot, and smooth as silk. The veins stood out angrily but the skin was soft. She squeezed him from base to tip and opener her eyes to find him fighting for control.
“Yeah baby. Just like that.”
“I want to taste it.” She said. Demon flipped over to his back so fast he bounced.
It surprised a laugh out of her. “You sure you’re O.K. with this?” She said following until she leaned over him with an ironic smile. “I know you had a definite plan in mind. We can keep on with that if you would rather.” The sarcasm not lost on Demon, he threw his hands above his head anyway.
“I’m a S.E.A.L. baby. Adaptation is the name of the game. Do your worst.”
“How very stoic of you.”
“You have no idea.”
She laughed again while she took a good look at what was presented before her. A Demon banquet. All you can eat. She licked her lips and Demon groaned, his cock springing tighter against his body.
“Keep that up and I’ll blow before we even get started.”
“I’ll be doing the blowing thank you very much. You stay still; I’m forming my plan of attack.” She licked her lips again and smiled. Demon began to sweat.
“Let’s see.” She said, still making no move to touch. “Should I lick you like a lollipop or suck your balls, how to begin?”
“Fuck!” The picture she painted was heaven, and so unexpectedly graphic coming from Clytie that Demon clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her by the hair and shoving balls deep down her throat. She might not take that the right way.
“I’ve never actually done this before but I like to read and there are quite a few things I want to try.”
“Clytie. You’re killing me.” He growled out, right before she took him down her throat as far as she could. He jackknifed at the stroke of her hot mouth. She only got about half of his length in, but she more than made up for that with the enthusiastic use of tongue and teeth. She took her time sometimes licking sometimes sucking. Both of her hands wrapped around the base of his dick and squeezed along with her mouth until he felt like she was trying to force his seed out. His hands went to her hair and buried themselves without thought holding her where he needed her as she bobbed and sucked, licked and bit.
“Fuck Clytie, you’re killing me.” He groaned out, pulling her hair without thought. “I’m going to come. Let up baby.”
Instead, she took him to the back of her throat and hummed. He shot down her throat with a roar while she milked him dry.
Demon was giving his impression of a big boneless cat. Sprawled out on her bed, he practically purred. Clytie smiled, leaning over him with her arms folded on his chest. She licked her lips catching a stray spot of cum. He was salty and rich, but not unpleasantly so and having Demon completely at her mercy had been a heady feeling. Overall, one more new thing she could get behind repeating.
Any minute Demon was going to overwhelm her with the heat presently simmering through her veins, but for now, she could think about his demands. Move in with him? Have all this any time she wanted? Should she? It was beyond ridiculous to move this fast. On the other hand, what had she been waiting for all these years if not this?
“I think you killed me.” Demon’s voice interrupted her musings with a grumble. She looked back at his face but his eyes were still closed. He pulled her closer against his chest. “Give me a minute baby and I’ll take care of you.” He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, his eyes never opened.
She rolled her eyes. Poor baby. A week. She’d pack enough for a week and see what happened. She had the time and she was more than ready for her first show. After all these years of being good one week with a sex god did not seem like so much to ask.
“About asking me to move in...” His eyes popped open and she found herself flat on her back with a very awake Demon leaning over her.
“I wasn’t asking baby.” He growled.
She rolled her eyes again but spoke before he got all worked up. “A week. I have that long before my show. I’ll spend the time with you if you want.”
Demon narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a damn tourist attraction you can try out. I’m sticking Clytie.”
Her eyes widened at his belligerence. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what the hell do you mean?”
“Don’t take that tone with me. I’m not some brainless bimbo you can boss around. This is my life we’re talking about.” If Demon hadn’t been smashed against her chest, she would have kicked him. She also didn’t appreciate that she could feel his excitement against her hip. It made arguing difficult. She’d been in a constant state of readiness since waking beside him, and he had to know how wet she was, pressed against her with nothing between them, not even air. He growled, proving he had indeed noticed her response by grinding up against her. His cock was ramrod straight and dripping pre-cum as if he hadn’t shot off like a roman candle minutes ago.