He searches my eyes, almost like he’s looking to see if I know what I’m asking for.
“I know you’ve been holding back. I want you to fuck me how you like to fuck, Korithax.”
I swallow hard, but I mean every word. Despite my inexperience, I found the rougher he was with me, the more my body responded. The more I enjoyed it. I wanted to see how far my body could go as a mortal before I was changed forever, and I wanted it now. With him.
He studies me for a long beat, then nods. “Hard limits?”
I blink in confusion. “What?”
“Things I can’t do to you. Things you won’t allow. Any?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
He smirks darkly. “Safe word?”
I blink again.
“A word that makes me stop. One word, and everything ends immediately.”
I nod. “Okay. What is it?”
“Flower,” he grins.
I smile nervously. “Got it. Flower.”
He walks over to the bed with me in his arms, placing me down on the edge of it.
“Good. Now lie down in the middle of the bed, princess. I’ll be back.”
I do as he says, staring at the too-bright white ceiling, nerves and anticipation dancing through me. What the hell have I done? Who the hell did I think I was asking the freaking Heir of Hell to ‘fuck me like a filthy little slut’? Gods help me. It hurts when he’s not in full demon mode. I’m not entirely sure I’m going to be walking out of here with my body fully intact. Maybe Elyistria will be able to fix me with her magic.
I hear the sound of him walking back into the room, and when my eyes land on him, my breath hitches. He’s holding a rope, a black tasselled whip… and a vial of healing tonic. Well, at least he’s considerate.
“Just remember. Flower.” He murmurs before moving to the side of the bed next to my head.
He binds my wrists above my head, securing them to the golden headboard. I watch him as he stands straight, finished with tying me down. Sweet Jesus, he’s pure muscle and menace—tattoos swirling, horns gleaming, and his jaw flexing as he strokes himself through his pants. My bra slowly burns away, revealing my bare chest and extremely peaked nipples. I blush, entirely exposed under his hungry gaze. He moves to the end of the bed and slowly licks his bottom lip.
“Knees up. Now spread those pretty thighs for me, Daisy.”
I obey, moving a little slower than necessary just to keep a tiny grip on what little control I had left of the situation.
“Good girl,” he growls.
The praise hits me like lightning. Yep… I have a praise kink.
He picks up the whip, teasing my breasts with the tassels. Then he flicks it. The sting makes me gasp, heat pooling between my legs instantaneously. He does it again, harder, making my hips jerk, a small breathy moan leaving my lips.
“So, my little flower likes pain?” He smirks, the look in his eyes making a shiver run down my spine.
I don’t answer, and he cocks an eyebrow, dragging the whip lower. The corner of his mouth lifting slightly is all the indication I have that he’s about to do something before he strikes between my legs. I yelp, slamming my thighs closed.
“Open your legs, Daisy.”
I take a shaky breath, obeying his demand. He strikes again, just brushing my clit. I keep my thighs open despite the urge to slam them shut again.
“You’re learning,” he chuckles.
Sadistic bastard.
