Chapter Three #2
I pull on the ropes binding me, wanting to touch him, to lick every inch of that beautiful body, to see what my daemon feels like.
He just smirks and continues jacking himself. “Nuh-uh. You’ll have to wait your turn. It’s my go right now.”
I groan around the gag.
“Something you want, little human?”
I nod, groaning louder, trying to say, Yes, I want that, while eyeing his glorious cock. My head spins as blood rushes south, cum leaking out of me in a desperate attempt to pleasure itself, it would seem.
His hand stops mid stroke and grabs a bottle of lube he left on top of the chest. “Let’s see how many orgasms you can handle in a single night.
” He kneels on the bed and crawls up my body just enough I can wrap my thighs around his head, but he pins them open and lifts them up.
“You want to be touched, you’ll have to be a good boy and wait. ”
The moan that slips through my gag is less frustrated and more wanton, desperate. I’ll do whatever he says. Whatever he wants. I’ll swallow every bulge of his daemon cock if that’s what it takes.
He licks a stripe through the lace up my balls, his breath warm through the material. I bow off the bed. “So needy,” he croons. “So desperate for his mate’s touch.” Using his nose, he pushes my underwear to one side and pins my legs to the bed harder, clenching my thighs open.
Oh God, I muffle. Please.
He sucks a single testicle into his mouth and sucks gently, sending small zaps of static up my spine. His tongue laps wet circles as he sucks harder, just enough to pinch.
I cry out in a hiss.
He lessens the pressure, then takes them both into his mouth and continues drowning me in pleasure that isn’t enough.
I need more. I try to move my thighs up the bed to expose my ass, try to move his mouth farther south, but it’s useless. He’s so much stronger than me.
He pops my balls free and chuckles. “You want more, you have to behave.” His legs pin my thighs open as he sits up, kneeling over me, and grips his own cock tight.
“You want my tongue in your ass, you have to obey.” His hand moves up and down, faster than before but harder, tugging at himself like he needs an edge of pain to hold himself back.
I’ll obey. I’ll do whatever he wants.
“Good little human. That’s it.” He leans over me, a stream of sticky precum leaking onto my chest as he balances one hand on the wall above us. “I can’t wait to take that tiny little ass of yours and hear how you sound.”
He wants to hear me scream, I’ll be loud enough every guard in the building will hear. I’ll sing pretty for my daemon.
His hand moves faster now, purposeful. An intentional speed I know he’s tested out before. His moans turn into grunts as his hips buck in a rhythm of their own accord. Fucking the air. He yanks the gag off and growls, “Open up.”
My jaw opens wide on its own, my throat relaxing on cue.
He crawls up the bed so his cock hovers over my head, pointing straight at my face. “Gods, fuck. Swallow it all—shit.”
Jets of cum shoot into my mouth, rope after rope, with his deep moans that have my hips thrusting off the bed in desperate need. He tries to aim, but some dribbles down my chin and soaks my chest.
“Shit,” he groans as more shoots into the back of my throat and makes me choke. “Swallow,” he orders, sounding strangled.
I swallow, convulsing my throat on command, but it’s so much cum I have to swallow twice. A third and final time. Before I can breathe again. “That was . . .”
Before I could try to put a word to whatever experience that was, he crawls back down my body and pins my legs to my chest. Ignoring me, he peels my ass cheeks apart and shoves his tongue inside.
My chest arches, my hands pulling on the ropes. “Ahh . . .”
He rips my thong apart with a tearing rend that seems to echo, then thrusts his entire tongue into my hole with a desperate groan that makes my cock twitch.
“Oh, fffuuc—”
He smacks my ass with a loud crack, turning my moan into a jagged scream.
I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life. My balls ache, my dick won’t stop weeping, and my hole clenches around his tongue. But I can’t. I need more. I need his cock. “Please. I . . .”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I need it.”
He lifts his gaze to mine and smirks. “Yeah?”
I nod and try to curl my legs tighter against my chest, shoving my ass farther into him. “Please.”
He grabs my knees and splits them apart, shoving them into the bed. It’s then that I see his dick is thicker than earlier somehow, like the orgasm made him stronger instead of weaker.
“Scream like a good boy, and I’ll reward you.”
His hands shove themselves beneath my knees and hold them in place as he lines himself up to my hole and holds his cock there, just at the entrance.
His hand moves fast, quick strokes that slam his knuckles against my rim, but it’s the growls slipping from his lips that drip another trail of precum down my stomach.
His eyes glue to it as he moans, another orgasm impossibly close to the last squirting another load, this one soaking my asshole like personal lube.
Two fingers enter me, shoving the cum inside like it belongs there. He rims the entrance, ensuring it coats every inch, then nudges me open with the tip of his cock.
Slowly. Too slowly.
“Please.” I try to move my ass farther toward him but can’t. “I can take it. Please.”
His eyes, fully back from edge to edge, catch mine and watch me as he pushes inside.
A stretch so great it hurts and sings at the same time echoes throughout my body, and I arch off the bed in a moan that matches his.
He pulls in and out, fucking me with just the bulging tip. But it’s enough to drive me crazy.
He pushes in farther, past the first bulge and onto the second, before pulling all the way back out, stretching me upon exit.
My eyes widen as a keening whine fills the room, and I realize it’s me. I’ve never been the most silent, but being stretched when going in and when coming out is a new sensation that has my eyes rolling and my ass flexing toward him, begging for more.
Leaning over me, his lips brush mine and ask. “Are you okay?”
I nod, another moan slipping free. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles. “I don’t plan to. You’re mine. All mine.” In one final stroke of his hips he pushes all the way in, filling me up as far as he can as his hips push into my ass cheeks in desperation. “Mine,” he growls.
Pulling out slowly, each bulge stretches me again and again, and the moans turn into strangled gasps when he pushes them all the way back in.
We pick up a rhythm that starts slow, brushing through me with measured strokes, but I’m soon begging for something a little more. I want to see what that cock can do.
“Faster.” I squeeze my eyes shut as my hands clench in tight fists that fight the restraints. “Please . . .” I throw my ass into him, fucking myself on his cock as best I can, trying to gain something. Anything. “Harder.” I meet his surprised, heated gaze and whisper, “I need more.”
“Fuck,” he groans, a snarl on the edge of his lips. “I knew you’d be a handful.” A rough hand combs through black tresses, then he pins my knees to the mattress either side of me and pistons in and out.
The stretch of each bulge rips past my hole multiple times, over and over again, and I can’t take it. I cry out. My whole body clenches as pleasure explodes.
“That’s it, my little human. Just like that.”
He rides me through, slowing down but not stopping. Soon the pleasure gives way to sensitivity and I squirm. “Wait . . .” I groan.
“You okay?”
“I . . . ughfff.” I can’t form words.
“Do you want to safeword out?”
I meet his eyes with a smirk and a small shake of my head. I want everything this daemon has to offer and more.
He keeps going. Not as hard or as fast as before, but a rhythm that builds me back up.
His lips meet mine in a rush of hazy lust, his fangs scraping at my lips every now and then.
“Mine,” he whispers against them. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, all three bulges nudging in and out of me in short, snappy thrusts.
“Yours.” I want to run my hand down his cheek, pull his gaze to mine, but I can’t. I’m still tied up. “Yours for as long as you want me.”
His eyes bear holes into my very soul, burning himself a place inside me. “I’ll always want you, my mate.”
My brow furrows in confusion, but he slams into me hard, clearly done with the slow restraint. He chants a series of “Mines” with every few thrusts, and I’m so far gone for this daemon my brain can’t even think words anymore.
I’ll be his.
After more orgasms than I knew I could muster, more cum covering inches of me than I thought possible, my daemon unties my hands and pulls me into his body. His warm skin hums against mine, the warmth from the candlelight keeping out the chill.
“Are you okay, my sweet little human?” He strokes fingers through my sweaty tresses. “Would you like me to run you a bath?”
My eyes close as I breathe in his scent, luxuriating in the comfort of his arms. “Mmmm.” I just about manage to muster the energy to look up into his eyes and whispers, “You can date me now, if you call me Tyllie.” I yawn, struggling to keep my eyes open. “Or Tyl, for short.”
He chuckles, a warm smile lighting his face. “I’ll pick you up next Friday at eight, sweetheart.” He places a lingering kiss on my head before I drift off to sleep.
The End