Page 45 of Demon’s Temptation

“Fucking shit. Fuck.”

“Seven.”

He was shaking so hard his arms gave out.

“Eight,” she said, sounding breathless.

The last made contact with his ass and Brent’s hips jerked. The sound of the paddle hitting the floor came next then she took his balls in her hand, giving him the pain he still needed to come. She applied pressure while she used the palm of her other hand to press down on the plug in his ass, forcing it a little deeper. He fucking shuddered and started fucking the air as he came so hard he had no idea which way was up. Deep, wrenching pulls that didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping.

He vaguely heard Chaya over his own moans and cries.

“That’s it, come for me,” she said. “Just like that.”

God, her huskily spoken words just made him come harder.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the last shudder moved through him.

He lay there helpless, head resting on his forearms, ass still in the air, as she stroked his sweaty skin, as she gently removed the plug from his ass, causing another wave of pleasure to course through his spent body.

Her hand went between his thighs and she wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock, massaging, stroking. It should be impossible, but he started getting hard again the moment she touched him.

“Get on the bed, Brent,” she said softly. “Lie on your back and spread your arms and legs for me.”

He’d do any damn thing she wanted. He couldn’t get enough of her, wanted only to please her, serve her. He climbed to his feet on shaky legs and crawled onto his bed.

“Very good,” she said and went to the bag on the dresser again and pulled out two sets of leather cuffs. Each was attached to a length of chain that could be attached to his bed frame.

She secured the chains to each corner of the thick wooden head and end boards then fastened and buckled each cuff around his wrists and ankles, making sure they weren’t tight enough to cut off his blood supply, but that he couldn’t get free. “You look good enough to eat like that. Leather suits you.”

He’d never brought anyone up to his apartment before. He’d definitely never been tied down to his own bed like this either. Images of the video he’d seen of himself earlier flashed through his mind, but he forced them out. That didn’t belong here. What they were doing didn’t resemble the ugly shit he’d done in that room.

This felt right. Honest. This was where Chaya belonged. In his bed.

Fucking owning him.

The playrooms weren’t for her. Because who he was when he stepped through that shiny red door, cold, emotionless, a fraud…he didn’t want Chaya to be part of that.

He watched, damn near drooling as she slowly undid her corset and let it fall to the floor. Her bare breasts bounced free, full and soft, and he grunted and tugged at his restraints, desperate to touch. She was left in her garter, panties, stockings, and boots, and he nearly swallowed his tongue when she crawled up between his spread thighs, skimming her hands over the arch of his foot, up his calves, and across his thighs. The chains clattered against the bed again when he tried to get to her.

“Are you ready for a taste of me, Brent?”

He was trembling now. “Yes. I need you…please.”

Jesus. She was killing him.

She slid higher up his body and straddled his face, but up on her knees so he couldn’t reach her. Then she reached down, and that was when he saw the slit in her panties. She used her fingers to part the fabric, revealing her pretty pink pussy to him, then she traced her drenched folds, opening herself up, exploring, forcing him to watch and not touch or taste.

“Sit on my face, Mistress.” He wasn’t even going to pretend that he wasn’t begging. “Please.”

She grazed her clit, and her thighs and belly quivered beautifully. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She circled her opening and his hips surged off the damn bed. She played, tormenting him until he was trembling with need.

Her soft whimpers turned to sharp cries.

“Please. Please, Mistress,” he begged, shaking harder.

“Please what?” She gasped as she increased the pace of her movements.