Page 73 of Demon Demands

He was driving me crazy, and he knew it.

Stone gently massaged my cheek with his right hand. He eased his left fingers through my slick folds as he circled my clit once before pulling back again.

When I arched my head and chest up a little, he clicked his tongue at me.

“I said do not move,” he reminded me. “You’ll have to ask nicely for permission to come, Kitten, or I’ll punish you for disobedience.”

Oh. My. Fuck. I was going to die. Was death by orgasm a thing? If he didn’t stop talking to me like that, then I was going to find out.

Novak had said Stone was a switch, but I hadn’t really believed him. Was he both dominant and submissive with his partners or did it depend on who he was with? I had so many questions.

“Mmm” I responded, because, well... it was the only thing I could think of to say aloud. He was slowly turning my brain into mush.

“Yes, sir?” he asked, and godsdamnit...

“Yes, sir,” I agreed breathlessly.

“Good girl. Now, where was I?” he questioned as he delicately teased his fingers up my left thigh and down the right.

“Oh, you are delightfully soaked, Kitten,” he purred as he dropped to his knees behind me.

I was about 0.6 seconds away from imploding. All the teasing and torturing we’d done over the last two weeks had left me a hot mess for him. Every time he opened that smart, devilish mouth of his, all I’d wanted to do was shove it between my thighs and put it to good use.

I groaned as his tongue fucking danced up the inside of my thigh, catching the wetness as it slowly trickled down. Stone licked from my clit all the way up to my pucker, and it took all of my strength not to move.

He stayed on his tortuous path, slowly stroking me until I was sure the demon would be the death of me. He nestled his face between my ass cheeks, sank two fingers inside my pussy, and snaked his left hand around my leg to pinch my clit lightly.

And I fucking moved. I couldn’t stop it. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but my body had a mind of its own.

He pulled his face back and tsked at me before removing the hand that was rubbing my clit to slap my ass again. His fingers were still inside me, though, and on the devil, that did not make being obedient any easier.

“Do. Not. Move,” he repeated slowly, like I didn't understand the command. Fuck, maybe I didn’t, but I was damn sure going to try.

“Be a good girl while I enjoy myself, and I’ll let you come. In a few minutes.” When I groaned again, he added, “Or I can tie you down and just do whatever I want.”

I moaned loudly in agreement, and he chuckled against my ass cheek where he was resting his head. “I do love a challenge, Kitten, but if I tie you down then how will I see those claws?”

Fuck, he had a point. I tilted my head to the left and then to the right like I was thinking his words through.

“You told me not to move,” I rasped, “but you didn’t tell me to be quiet, correct? Sir.”

I added the last part as an afterthought. I was walking the line of being a brat, I knew it, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself with him.

“Oh, I plan to make you scream, but do not move again until I say you can.” With that promise, my whole body shuddered, and before it was done, he’d smacked my ass yet again.

That was three. I was counting.

He dove back in with a vengeance that I wasn’t ready for, and I tried to be still and not push back against him.

Gods, it was hard.

As I felt the pressure in my lower belly building, I wanted to squirm and pull away from the onslaught of sensations, but godsdamnit. He knew what he was doing with his hands and his mouth.

I started to quiver, and I knew he could feel the walls of my pussy tighten more with each stroke of his fingers.

“Stone,” I moaned, and he quickened his pace. “I’m going to come.”

He curled his fingers as if he were gliding across my clit from the inside.