Chapter 4
T he darkness of the apartment took me by surprise.
It was the only late afternoon after all.
But Stefan had pulled the curtains and lit candles to illuminate his very well-decorated bachelor pad.
I didn’t see them at first, still too distracted by my encounter with Jericho, but when I heard a woman’s moan, I froze in my steps.
“Shit,” I mumbled to myself, trying to ease away from the sound.
“Arabella?” Stefan lifted his head from the other side of the couch, shirtless and sweaty. He wiped at his mouth and sat up completely. “Well, this is a surprise.” The smirk on his face grew, even when the woman beneath him moaned his name again.
I wrinkled my brow and shook my head. “Sorry, Stefan. I should have called first?—”
“Nonsense.” He stood, showing me his incredible chest and the pair of jeans he wore on the bottom half of his body. “I’m almost done feeding.” Then, with a wicked grin, he glanced down at the woman beneath him and back at me. “Unless you want to join?”
While I’d dabbled in that over the years, I wasn’t feeling very giving right now. Shaking my head, I looked behind me toward the kitchen area to find a place where I could disappear for a while. Stefan walked around the couch and approached me with his hands out .
“What’s wrong with you?” He sounded genuinely concerned, and I smiled weakly at my friend.
“I’ve just had a rough day.”
Stefan’s fingers brushed up and down my arms. “Sounds like you need to forget about it for a while.”
I knew what he meant, and I couldn’t stop my grin. “I don’t know. I think I just needed to take a few minutes to?—”
“To not be in control?” His voice oozed sex every time he opened his lips.
And while I knew it was his nature, it didn’t make me feel any less special when that attention was turned on me.
“Come on,” he breathed, grabbing my hand and pulling me past the sleeping woman on the couch.
She was completely naked and completely out cold.
Sometimes Stefan took a little too much energy, forcing the human into a deep recovery sleep.
We continued through his living room and into the wide hallway.
The room at the end was his bedroom, but he pulled me through a door on the left before reaching it.
His sexy grin caressed me as he watched my reaction.
No windows and all black—this must be Stefan’s playroom. My insides shivered with anticipation.
“Arabella, I want you to forget all your problems and just focus on me,” he whispered.
While I thought that sounded like an excellent idea, I couldn’t force myself to get there. “Stefan, I don’t think I can?—”
“Enough!” he shouted, stopping my words.
Stalking closer to me, he breathed into my ear.
“I. Control. You.” Then he grabbed my pants and yanked them down to my knees.
I stood still. Waiting. Anticipating. “Give me your hands,” he commanded, and when I held them out in front of me, he quickly slapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists.
As he stared into my eyes with a mischievous and devilish grin, he lifted the cuffs over a hook dangling from the ceiling.
With several slow clicks, he raised the chain until my arms were pulled high above my head.
Saying nothing else, he dropped to his knees and unzipped my boots.
But when I moaned, he slapped me on the ass so hard it stung.
“You only speak when I tell you to.” His hands returned to my legs, and in no time at all, I was standing there, strung up to the ceiling, wearing nothing but my sweater and bra.
His fingers scraped down my thighs, ending at my ankles, where he’d tied a piece of fabric to each.
And then he pushed them out to the sides.
One leg at a time, he spread me wide, tying me to something solid on the floor.
I hung freely in the air…and loved every minute of it.
Stefan stood, staring eye to eye with me.
He suddenly grabbed my chin and squeezed hard.
“Arabella, the Soul Snatcher, the spawn of Mammon…you have done something very bad.”
“I know,” I whispered in anticipated pleasure.
His lips crushed against mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth and filling me up.
I kissed him back, furious with my need for release.
If there was something Stefan excelled at, it was making a woman forget about her troubles.
His hands slipped beneath my sweater, and he slowly started to pull it up over my breasts.
Rocking my hips back and forth, I begged him with my actions to give me the pleasure I wanted.
But Stefan loved playing this game. And the demon in him loved to torture.
His mouth found my nipples through my bra, hard and sensitive, and he nipped on them until I shouted his name. Another slap on my ass had me whimpering. “You don’t get to speak,” he reminded me.
I bit my lips, loving the lack of control and almost forgetting about Jericho the Angel. But as though sensing the thoughts in my head, Stefan bit down hard on my breast and pulled my hips against his erection. “Thoughts on me, Arabella.” His finger slid against my folds, and my knees buckled.
Jericho? Jericho who?
Stefan let out a deep chuckle as he slipped two fingers inside.
With the heel of his hand pressing against my sex, I was at his total mercy.
He could have ripped my limbs away, and I would have still requested more.
Slowly and methodically, he pumped in and out of me while he slid my bra to the side and his mouth sucked and nipped and pulled on my hardened nipples.
The heat began to build, and as though knowing this, Stefan abruptly pulled away and left me wincing for more.
“Beg, Arabella. Tell me what you want,” he cooed.
I opened my eyes and licked my lips as I met his gaze. “I need more,” I pleaded.
Stefan raised a brow and gave me a wink a second before he dropped to his knees.
Pushing my thighs apart even more, he buried his face between my legs.
I gasped as his tongue pushed inside, his nose brushing against my already swollen clit.
He worked his magic, his demon-given ability to seduce and please until I couldn’t feel my toes anymore.
As the pressure built and I tried to free my hands so I could push his face against me even harder, my orgasm exploded from my body with such force, I screamed into the air.
Stefan continued to flick his tongue against me while I rocked my sex back and forth across his face.
With my feet tied and my hands locked above my head, the complete feeling of submission did something amazing to me.
I never lost control.
And Stefan had changed that.
Still reeling from the waves of ecstasy pulsing through my limbs, Stefan stood with that same mischievous grin on his face. “Feeling better?” he asked lightly.
I could only nod.
“Well, I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes glowed a bright blue, showing me just how much he was working to stay in control, too.
He pushed his finger under my breast and let it trace along my ribs as he worked his way around me.
Stopping at my rear, he quickly grabbed my chin and thrust my head back against his. “Now, don’t make a sound.”
Shivers ran down my neck and over my shoulders with his threat.
I’d never let Stefan have this much control over me, and a part of me wondered why I hadn’t trusted him to take me this way before now.
Trust came lightly with demons, but Stefan and I had a solid relationship…
and I was pretty fucking sure we would be playing this game again.
I heard him unzip his jeans just a moment before I felt him enter me from behind.
I bit my lips hard enough to draw blood, doing my best not to call out as I enjoyed the feel of him pushing into my center.
Filling me up completely, my moist folds welcomed his thrusts.
His hand slipped around to my front, a finger brushing my clit in a circular motion while he pounded me from behind.
With each hit, my body spasmed. And in no time at all, I was enjoying the intense pleasure of another orgasm pulsing through me.
My legs were weak, my arms were tingling, and I was thankful for the cuffs as I didn’t think I’d be able to stand on my own.
Stefan pulled out of me and kicked his pants off to the side.
Hanging my head in satiated exhaustion, I waited for him to untie my legs.
Then he lifted the cuffs off the hook and placed my bound hands behind his head.
Facing me, he kissed me softly on the lips a moment before digging his hands into the back of my thighs.
He lifted my legs so that I was straddling him…
and pushed his giant cock inside of me again.
Breathing up toward the sky, I let him walk us out of the room and down the hall toward his bed.
With him still buried firmly inside, I squeezed my muscles tight, enjoying the feel of him hardening beneath me and the way my sex tingled with each move.