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I can’t just eat his ass all day, though. That’s fun for me, but it’s hardly a punishment for him. And he needs to be punished. Thoroughly. I stand back up and wipe my mouth clean. Byron lets out a soft sigh, sounding just as disappointed as I am that we need to move on. When I snap my fingers again, a rainbow-colored candy cane appears in my hand. Okay. I think I’m getting the hang of this. Normally, I’d move straight to knives, whips, and other instruments of torture. But this is play time with Byron, and I need to think outside of the box if I’m going to warm him up properly.
Licking the straight end of the candy cane, I then gradually insert it into his hole. Not all at once, of course. I’m a demon, not a monster. Inch by inch, the candy cane slips into him, and Byron lets loose a gentle hiss like he’s a teapot ready to boil. I rub his backside with my free hand in what I hope is a soothing gesture and look up to search for any sign of pain on his face. I wind up staring at the stubble that’s beginning to appear on his cheeks and flick my tongue across my lips, moistening them.
“Are you okay?” I murmur.
“Perfect,” he replies. “Do I even want to know what you’re putting into me now?”
I smirk and rake my claws against the soft skin of his ass again. “Candy cane. This one tastes like every single fruit on your miserable little planet, so it’s revolting, of course.”
“Of course,” he agrees, then lets out a throaty chuckle. “At least it isn’t one of those Oreo flavored candy canes, though. Now those are practically a criminal offense.”
I tap my cheek with my claws as an idea comes to me. “Hm, maybe I should hunt down the inventor of those, then. Take their soul down to Hell.”
Beads of sweat drip down his back. His ass stretches like an elastic band, until the candy cane finally comes to a stop where the curved tip begins. I admire my handiwork for half a second, then walk back around so I can finally see the look of bliss that’s etched across his handsome features. Sweat drips from his brow, and he lets out another contented sigh.
“I feel… full,” he murmurs. “I’ve never had anything in there before.”
“I’m your first anal,” I say with a smile, and cross my arms in front of my breasts. “Well, don’t I feel special?”
He chuckles again, and I notice his cock twitch. “Trust me, beautiful. You are.”
Being called beautiful normally wouldn’t affect me in the least, so I’m surprised when heat creeps into my cheeks. I’m… I’m blushing? Why the fuck am I blushing over a simple compliment from a gods-damned human? One of the corners of my mouth twitches involuntarily, and I stare up at the ceiling to avert my gaze. “Don’t get too attached, now,” I warn.
He doesn’t respond, to my surprise. Instead, he lowers his head and lets out a sound I can only describe as choking. I raise my brows and kneel in front of him, then wipe the back of my hand across his forehead. “Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great,” he says. But he’s sweating a lot, and it’s getting really warm inside this faux candy shop.
“You’re not. We’re going to stop for now,” I say.
Byron’s throat bobs up and down. “N-No! I’m good. I can keep going, I swear!”
“And I’m telling you no.” I snatch his pretty face in my claws and lift his chin. His eyes are glassy and don’t seem to focus like they should. “Remember who is in charge, Byron.”
“Yes, Faith,” he rasps.
I smirk, flashing him a grin as I stroke his cheek with the back of my hand. For a human male, his skin is surprisingly soft, with just the perfect amount of stubble. I could get used to it, if given the opportunity. “You took it all so well for me. You’re a good boy, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to safe you out for your own sake. We can play again later.”
9
BYRON
I’m on my third bottle of water by the time I’m finally feeling like myself again. Faith stares at me from across the café table, her eyes sharp and appraising, like she’s expecting me to keel over at a moment’s notice.
“Better?” she asks for the fourth time since sitting down at the local Au Bon Pain. “Make sure you eat, too. I didn’t order you that monstrosity of a sandwich just for you to gawk at it.”
My ham and cheese croissant smells greasy and delicious, but my first order of business was hydration. Now that I’m not feeling so woozy, I pick up the sandwich and take a small bite. Mostly for her sake. I’m not really that hungry. But when the salty ham and cheese hits my tongue, I let out a deep moan of pleasure. God, what’s gotten into me? One day I’m fucking every woman in sight in between business meetings, and now I’m out on a lunch date with a literal demon who just stretched my asshole within an inch of my life. And Ienjoyedit. Submitting to her is as effortless as breathing, apparently, and I’m eager to get back into the candy shop so I can show her just how okay I really am.
Her sharp gaze dissolves into something dangerously close to concern as she watches me eat.
“Do you want a bite of this?” I ask, holding up the sandwich. “It’s really good. You didn’t get yourself anything.”
She lifts a single shoulder in a shrug. Faith magicked some clothing for herself before we left the shop. Instead of her tight pink dress, which was hot as fuck and I miss it already, she’s wearing a simple black dress that hangs off her shoulders. Her hair is also twisted up in a neat bun on her head, and her makeup is done in a simplistic way that accentuates her natural beauty, of which there is plenty to go around. No more smoky eye. But even though the look is totally at odds with her personality, somehow it suits her. It’s a classy look, and I can’t keep my eyes off of her.
“I don’t have a need for food,” she says.
“Not even for pleasure?” I ask.
Her violet eyes home in on my half-eaten sandwich, and she sighs. “Okay. I can try a bite. Just one, if it’ll stop your poking and prodding.
