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Wait, does that mean what I think it does? I feel my own face flame. Blair laughs and looks at me. “That’s entirely up to Grace.”
“Uh, I…maybe? Not that you both aren’t super hot. It’s just my first time at anything like this and I don’t know what I’m doing.” Or what the hell I’m doing here.
Misty’s plush pink lips twist into a pout for a second, but she stops when Lex gives her a stern look. “Of course. Misty and I are here for you if you need friendly faces tonight or feel uncomfortable when Bella is occupied. I doubt anyone will bother you, but I know it can be overwhelming for first-timers.”
“Thank you. Speaking of being occupied, my demo starts soon so I should go get set up. You coming, Grace? Or would you rather stay here?” Blair’s face betrays no preference for what I do, which makes me more unsure. I wish she’d act more like a domme and just tell me what to do.
Fuck it. Time to be bold. “I’ll come with you. I should get ready too, if you’re going to use me for your demo.”
A hint of a smile crosses Blair’s lips at my answer, and she stands, gesturing for me to follow. I wave goodbye to Lex and Misty, but they aren’t paying much attention as Lex tugs Misty onto their lap and whispers in her ear.
10
“Fuck!” My eyes squeeze shut as I pump into my hand in frenzied thrusts, crying out as I come. My cock throbs almost painfully as I wring yet another release from the abused flesh. As soon as I come down, I grab the towel beside me and wipe the mess off of my stomach. I gasp for breath and run a hand through my hair with a tired groan.
Every night. Every damn night since that run-in with Mona. When is this going to end? I fall asleep anticipating and dreading the dreams that will find my sleeping mind. Because no matter what, they come for me when I close my eyes. Many nights, I’m in the middle of a normal dream—walking through the halls of my high school, spending time in my old family home with my parents, talking to ex-friends. But then I’m torn out of those dreams and thrust into another with no warning.
It never goes quite like the actual events of that terrible night, either. In the dreams, I’m a predator, watching Mona from the shadows, waiting for the time to strike. I’m consumed by the primal need to have her. To take anything and everything she has to give. At least she gives it to me willingly, begging me to fuck her through tears and halfhearted struggles against my grasp. I don’t know how I’d be able to sleep if she made me take it from her. If these dreams made me a true monster.
I’ve thought about texting Mona, just to see if that would make the dreams stop. To explain that I wasn’t there to watch her or scare her. That I didn’t seek her out or follow her. But how do I explain that when I’m sworn to confidentiality with my client until the job is over? Better to leave her alone and pray that the night doesn’t haunt her like it does me.
It’s after a night of particularly lurid dreams that I decide to do something to get my mind off of her. For the first time since I moved to Moonvale, I open up the Bewitch’d app on my phone and start swiping. I don’t expect to find many matches in this area on a monster-only dating app, so I’m surprised how many profiles there are based in Moonvale. I guess my dad was right—this town’s turned into a hub of paranormal activity over the past few years.
There are perks to being the new monster in town. I match with a changeling named Charlie, who is way out of my league. We agree to meet tonight at a BDSM club called The Vault, which sounds perfect. One casual, kinky hookup to clear my mind and move on from thoughts of Mona.
That’s what I tell myself, at least. The reality is I’ve never hooked up like this before. And if I wasn’t desperate, I wouldn’t try it now. It’s dangerous. If I let the demon inside me out to play, I’m scared I won’t have the strength to cage it again. It’s why I rarely let other monsters know that I’m part-succubus, and why my dating profile says I’m a full-blooded witch. I can barely acknowledge that part of me to myself, so I’m certainly not advertising it to strangers.
Gods, maybe I shouldn’t do this. I almost back out, but a dream memory of Mona moaning as I bury my face between her legs pops into my mind.
No, I need this.
* * *
“Uh, this place is…”
My date runs their fingers along my arm as I survey the dark club. “It’s great, right?” They tug me so I’m flush against their body and nip at my ear before I can respond.
I met Charlie less than five minutes ago, just enough time for us to exchange introductions. But that doesn’t stop the sexy changeling in a see-through mesh dress and minuscule panties from grinding against me in the middle of the club floor. They don’t waste any time making their intentions clear, so I do my best to follow their lead. The demon inside me loves the raw sexuality they exude, but the rest of me wishes we could slow down. Or stop. It may be Charlie’s body rubbing on me, but Mona is still on my mind.
“Mmm, Max, what should we do first?” Charlie purrs the words in my ear, breathy and eager.
I’d suggest getting a drink, but there’s no bar. “Maybe we can talk for a bit?” I attempt to keep my posture relaxed as they touch me. It’s a good thing it’s so dark in here, or they’d see how red I’m sure my face is getting.
They sigh, not impressed with that answer. “Just talk? There’s a demo in another room. Maybe it will inspire you to move past words.” Charlie’s hand slides down my body on a path toward my crotch, but I grab it before they get there. I consider inventing a reason to leave before things escalate, but let them tug me along with them down a corridor to a smaller room where a crowd has gathered. I came here to do this—to sleep with someone and quell my lust enough to not feel like I’m crawling out of my skin with need. I need to at least try to relax and let it happen.
“Follow me,” Charlie says with an excited gleam in their stone gray eyes, pulling me past the people standing near the entrance and onto an empty bench on the side of the room. Their hand grabs my thigh and I awkwardly wrap an arm behind their back. When I look up at the stage, I suck in a sharp breath.
A petite woman with deep brown skin wearing a latex bodysuit that fits her like a glove circles around a larger, curvaceous woman stripped down to her underwear. The smaller woman wraps a crimson rope in intricate knots around her partner, binding her arms behind her back. The curvy woman faces away from the audience, her sleek black hair cascading down her back, striking against her golden brown skin. A cage of rope already encases her, pressing into her soft body just enough to make me wonder what it would feel like to mold her flesh like that with my own hands. With a gentle tug on the rope around the bound woman’s hips and a hand between her shoulder blades, the rigger bends her forward to present her full, rounded ass to the crowd.
Charlie’s hand slides further up my leg, then up to the bulge in my pants. “Mistress Bella’s exquisite, isn’t she?” they whisper in my ear, mistaking the source of my arousal. I swallow heavily and force myself to nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the bound woman. My cock swells as Charlie palms it through my jeans and I know I should reciprocate, but I’m frozen in place. The display on the stage consumes all of my senses.
The rigger whispers something in the bound woman’s ear, smiling at whatever her reply is before turning her around to face the audience. I can’t stop my gasp.
Mona’s face stares out at the audience, her cheeks and chest flushed, her warm brown eyes glittering with nerve-tinged arousal.
Fuck me. I groan and grab Charlie’s hand, yanking it away from my cock before I come in my pants. They make a confused sound of protest, drawing Mona’s gaze in our direction.
I panic. She can’t see me here—I don’t want to scare her again. I shouldn’t be watching this. Turning to face Charlie, I grab the side of their face and pull them into an inelegant kiss. They stiffen in surprise for a moment and then moan, darting their tongue out to swipe into my mouth. It feels so fucking wrong, but at least Mona won’t see my face if it’s smashed up against Charlie’s.
