Page 53 of Demon’s Temptation

He blew out a harsh breath, and it tickled hair at her temple. He was pissed off and turned on. She’d thrown him off balance. Good.

“Are you behaving like a brat on purpose?”

He made a rough sound. “No.”

She shook her head and slid her fingers across his jaw, gently tilting his head back so he was forced to look into her eyes, and quirked a brow. “No?”

His nostrils flared. “No…Mistress.”

“What is it, then?” she said harshly. “What’s your excuse for charging in there like that?”

“You know why,” he said growled. “You weren’t safe.”

This was a side to Brent she had never seen before. His demeanor was different, his voice lower, rougher. He was angry or afraid, maybe both, and he wasn’t trying to hide it.

She stared into his eyes. “You’re wrong. I had backup. Fighting in this war, it’s something I have to do. Something that you will have to get used to if we’re going to continue this.”

Anger flashed through his eyes. “I still have visions of that male with his filthy hands on you, can still taste the fear he caused you, can still hear your screams. And you want me to just…be okay with you spending time with him? Be okay with him touching you for some greater good?”

He’d forgotten himself again. Was pushing. He wanted her to punish him, correct him. And she would. “The assignment was nearly over. He will not be touching me in that way again.” She held his intense stare and cupped his stubborn jaw, sliding her thumb back and forth until he let out a shuddery breath, until his eyes drifted shut. “And because the only man I want is you.”

His eyes snapped open, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes. He liked what she’d just said. Then it was gone before she could attempt to name it.

Without warning, she dropped her hand between his legs and curled her fingers around his cock, giving him several soft strokes, too soft, but a small reprieve from the ache she knew he must have been feeling.

A reward for showing her, even for a split second, that she’d affected him.

She leaned in. “So hard,” she rasped against his ear after stroking him for several seconds longer. He growled when she released him. “Are you looking forward to your punishment, sub?”

“Yes,” he whispered roughly.

Before he knew what she was going to do, she slapped his sac, not too hard, but enough to make him jolt and groan. Pre-come started leaking from the head of his cock.

She nearly came watching him right there on the spot. “Is that the correct way to address me?”

“No…Mistress.”

“Are you looking forward to your punishment?” she repeated.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She chuckled, and his taut stomach clenched. “Better.” She stood, taking a step back. “Stand.”

He did as she asked and silently waited for what would come next.

Walking to the table behind him, she selected what she wanted and moved back to stand in front of him. “Holding the head of your cock, angle it up for me,” she said.

The sight of his long fingers wrapping around his beautiful cock had her desperate to squeeze her thighs together. She opened her hand, showing him the adjustable leather cock ring she had, then wrapped it around the base of his penis, carefully adjusted it to the right size, and snapped it into place. Nice and firm.

Brent grunted.

“Lovely,” she said and gazed meaningfully at his broad chest before she trailed the tips of her fingers down from his collarbone to one of his small tight brown nipples and squeezed.

Brent sucked in a startled breath as she leaned over and took it into her mouth, tugging and nipping at it. He bucked, a low groan vibrating through his chest.

Chaya continued to torment him until his nipples were tight and sensitive, then after one last suck and lick, she released him.

“You know what’s next, don’t you?” she said and grabbed what she wanted from the table beside them: a pair of bullnose nipple clamps. “Since you seemed to enjoy looking at mine the other night after I danced for you in that cage, I thought you might like some of your own.”