Page 8 of When I Accidentally Summoned a Demon

He nods. Beside us, his tail flicks up and coils around my naked thigh, the spade-tip spreading a wicked, electric tingle across my skin.

“I am a Duke of Thieves,” he rumbles. “I used to command legions, known as the Duke of Deception. But Lucifer grew tired of my pride. He stripped me of my ability to lie so he could interrogate me. I cannot deceive. I can only steal, tempt mortals to steal… and torture.” His lips curl in a self-deprecating sneer. "And I did so with pathetic inferiority more recently. So, Lucifer scheduled my execution. Know this, you did not simply summon me, Beastie. You saved me."

Well, I'm not ready to digest that completely yet. Ironically, I'm more curious about his prior words.

“So,” I murmur as ribbons of molten heat unfurl through my center. “What did you momentarily steal?”

He stares dead at me. “A box in your closet full of torture toys that smelled divine.”

I freeze for a split second before a giggle bursts from my throat. A bright blush scalds my cheeks. He thought my sex toys were instruments of torture.

Testing the waters, I slowly arch my back, pressing forward just enough until my pelvis brushes against his heavy leather loincloth. The monster trapped between his legs gives a violent, uncontrollable jerk against me.

“Okay, Big Guy,” I whisper, deciding it’s his official nickname. “Tell me…have you ever had an orgasm?”

He tilts his head, his brow furrowing, genuinely lost.

“Release?” I try again. “Come? Um…ejaculate?”

Recognition dawns in his features, followed by a shrug. “Ahh. Ejaculation only occurs when we perform adequate torture or achieve a grand victory. Lucifer uncages the sensation as a reward. It releases the terrible pressure temporarily. It feels quite similar to pissing.”

My hands drop slowly, resting on the hard ridge of his hips. “But…what you’re feeling right now. It’s not the urge to piss, is it?”

He shakes his head emphatically.

“Where does it hurt?”

He lowers his large hand, pressing it flat against his soaring erection.

I place my smaller hand over his. “What does it feel like?”

“Fire,” he says instantly, his voice cracking. “Liquid fire from the bowels of the pit. In my cock. In my testicles.”

I hover my hand above his, letting the agonizing anticipation build while I work out my thoughts. I lick my lips, my own desire like a heavy, throbbing ache between my thighs that demands attention.

“If you could ask me one question right now,” I hint, locking onto his deeply dilated pupils. “What would it be, Valefar?”

He glances down at my hand, then studies me with a desperate, feral hunger. The thick veins bulge along his neck; his chest rises and falls in greedy pants. He’s a predator begging for permission to be tamed.

And finally, his voice breaks the silence, a low, devastating rumble. “Would you allow me to show you?”

My core melts. A warm, liquid flush sweeps through my entire body. He didn’t demand. He didn’t ask me to touch him, or say “Can I show you” like a possessive beast claiming territory. He gave me all of the power. Would you allow me?

That absolute surrender ignites something feral and dominant inside me. I nod slowly. “Show me.”

His hands go to his hips. With a swift wrench, he unties the thick leather strings and lets the heavy loincloth hit the wet tiles.

My breath rushes out, my stomach performing a violent, magmatic swan dive—if the swan was diving into a whirlpool of hot liquid desire.

He is breathtaking. A rich, burnished bronze grows darker at the heavy, thick base. A pointed tip tapers into a smooth, soft head, leading to a generous shaft with a single, prominent vein tracing a jagged path straight down the center. He is longer and thicker than anything I have ever seen, a completely monstrous, magnificent piece of demonic anatomy.

My heartbeat thunders in my ears, drowning out the sound of the shower.

I look back up into his desperate, burning eyes. “Will you allow me to touch you, Valefar?” Power thrums in my veins. “And help the pain? And…I want to.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Please, Mistress.”

A wide, wicked grin stretches slowly across my face.