Page 29 of Demon’s Temptation

“Eyes down, Chaya,” he admonished.

“Right, sorry.” She forced herself to look down. His nearness made her shiver, but it wasn’t the good kind. Her reaction was born of unease, not desire.

You can do this.

She thought of her aunt, a powerful demon who had tortured Zenon then had come after her sister, and her resolve strengthened. She wanted these assholes out of her damn city and she’d do anything to make that happen. Even do something that, now she knew what she was, felt so damned unnatural it made her feel ill, to bring them out in the open so the knights and demi like Grace could take them down.

“I think maybe you should try that again, don’t you?” Victor’s voice was velvety smooth but held an edge she’d never heard before that rasped across the surface of her skin.

Keep it together, Chaya. “Sorry, I forgot myself, Sir.”

He made a low sound in the back of his throat then cupped her jaw, lifting her chin slightly. “Are you?” He ran his thumb across her lower lip, stretching the skin awkwardly, not enough to cause pain, but she sure as hell didn’t like it. The urge to jerk out of his hold almost won out.

Heat hit her face, her anger getting the better of her. “Yes, Sir.” Was he into humiliation? The male probably got off on it. Luckily, she’d made that a hard limit.

“Very good, Chaya. I’d advise you not to forget again.” He was silent for a few seconds, his gaze burning down at her. “Do you have the list I asked you to prepare?”

“Yes, Sir.” Since she’d left her coat and purse out front, she’d tucked it down the front of her leather corset. She pulled it out and handed it to him.

His low chuckle lifted the hair on the back of her neck. “Hmm, it’s still warm from your skin. You have lovely skin, Chaya.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her palms grew sweaty as he opened it up and looked over her list.

He made a tsking sound. “This won’t do. This won’t do at all. Do you not grasp what you’re doing here?”

Her stomach turned over. “I’m not sure what you mean…ah, Sir.”

“This lifestyle is about sexual freedom, the exchange of power, the surrender of it, trust. If a Dom is lucky, he’ll receive total and compete submission from his sub. I can’t teach you if I can’t touch you sexually.” He released a long breath, trying to make her feel like an idiot, letting her know she’d disappointed him greatly. She didn’t give a shit if she disappointed him, but she had to make him believe the opposite. “You either amend this list, or you leave and stop wasting my time.”

The idea of this male touching her intimately, strapping her down, controlling her, felt wrong in every way possible. She’d wanted to explore this yearning she had, this need for more that had always left her feeling unsatisfied and frustrated, but only with Brent. Only him.

But that wasn’t happening.

“No sex, Sir,” she bit out.

He was quiet for several seconds and she didn’t dare look up. “I think you need to clarify, Chaya. What are we talking here? Fingers, tongue, cock?”

She gritted her teeth, stomach in knots. “Cock…Sir.”

He slid a manicured finger under her chin and made her look at him again. “That wasn’t too hard, now was it? That’s a hard limit for you.” He took a pen from the inner pocket of his jacket and made the changes on her list. “Right, are you ready for your first scene?”

Her belly was so full of nerves all she could do was nod jerkily.

He raised a brow.

Shit. “Y-yes, Sir.”

What the hell are you doing, Chaya?

“Follow me.” He strode through the large room, sure and confident. She ignored her inner self screaming at her to turn and run the other way. Somehow she got her feet moving forward, one in front of the other, until he stopped near the back of the club.

“Since this is your first time, I thought you might appreciate some privacy.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Though the room was only blocked off by a half wall and anyone could watch if they chose to, it felt more intimate, private.

The small area was set up like a medieval dungeon. The walls were made to look like stone, the fixtures heavy steel and rough-hewn wood. A small table sat against the partition wall, what lay on its surface concealed by a red cloth.

Victor placed her list on top of the table. “Take off your clothes and stand in front of the St. Andrew’s cross.”