Chapter Seven #5
My psycho-killer smile only widened as I pressed down on the tip, enticing a hiss from his lips.
The soapy, oily water clung to us both, aiding me in gliding up and down his hardening shaft.
Under normal circumstances, I might’ve been into this.
Ronin was crazy hot and packing serious heat between his legs.
I was also the kind of person who liked giving pleasure as much as I loved receiving it.
Seeing my partner slowly losing their minds under my ministrations was as erotic as erotic could be.
But at that moment, my lady parts were bone dry and my nipples were hella at ease without even a thought of standing to attention. Because this wasn’t sex—
Furious eyes locked on determined eyes as I picked up the pace and the pressure, jerking him off like I wanted to tear his dick free and take it home with me.
—this is war.
Ronin grunted, his pale cheeks darkening in the way only someone with black blood could. His eyes begged to close but he refused them, staring me down just as hard. He wasn’t going to be the first one to blink, look away, or give any sign of discomfort.
But just the fact that I chased that disinterested look off his face was proof I was getting to him.
Leaning over the rim, I got both hands in the mix—stroking the base of his cock harder and faster while my other hand rolled and stroked his head with my thumb.
Ronin’s eyes bulged out of his head. Veins broke out in his neck and forehead. His deceptively thin body hardened all over as every muscle tensed and begged me to skate my glance down his lickable form.
It seemed not only was he determined not to let me see that I was annoying him, he was also not going to let me see that he was enjoying my hands just as much.
Okay. You want to be stubborn, demon? Then how about this for a guaranteed boner killer?
“I love you, Ro-Ro!”
He jerked like I stabbed him. “What did you just—? Ro-Ro?!”
“You’re the handsomest, smartest, sexiest boss in the whole world!
” I blew up my eyelids and brows, and gave him the widest, most unhinged grin I could muster.
“When I’m with you, the birds sing and my heart dances.
I want us to be together until the end of all time!
I love you, sir. I truly do. I love love love love love”—I tugged him hard to the tune of every love—“love love love—”
Ronin snapped his fingers.
Bathwater surged out of the tub and smacked me in the face, forcing its way into my nose, eyes, and throat.
“Ack!” I pitched sideways, my hands shooting off his dick as I collapsed on the marble floor—coughing and hacking my lungs up.
“Looks like you’ve lost your little game,” Ronin said, dumping more water on me for good measure. “Now get up and quit the act, or the next time, I’ll see just how much of this filthy water I can force down your throat until it explodes your gullet.”
Wheezing, I flopped and twitched on the floor, too dazed to respond to the threat. It took me a minute to force myself up and slump over the rim of the tub—just enough time to get real and properly fuming.
He saw through my phony deference and my malicious compliance in a blink. If I wanted to get to him, I had to do better than that... without losing any more hairy moles.
Grasping his cock, I vigorously resumed my task—my mind whirring furiously.
There has to be something that will get to him. Something that will make messing with me an unappealing option. I glanced at his tight, but very much controlled face. And a handjob he’s barely enjoying isn’t going to do it.
I flicked to the thick and purpling member clutched in my grip. How do I...? How do I...? How do I—?
A memory dislodged from my subconscious and floated to the forefront. Pushing down on the smile tugging on my lips, I got both hands in on the deal again.
My left stroked and squeezed the base while the right thumb stroked the tip.
Grunting deep in his throat, Ronin tipped his head back—letting it fall over the rim.
Giving my left hand free rein to wander, it happily released his cock, traveled down, and stuck its index finger up Ronin’s ass.
“What the fuck?!” Ronin bolted upright like I threw a hairdryer in the bathtub. Scrambling back, he kicked my arm away—popping me free. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
It was everything in me not to laugh. Gone was the nonchalant expression and devil-may-care smirk. Huge, bulging eyes gaped at me even wider than his hanging jaw. And even more hilariously, more than his tomato-soaked cheeks.
“What do you mean, sir?” I chirped. “You told me to do it right, and everyone knows a handjob isn’t complete without a little finger up the—”
His face flushed deeper with every word. “Get out,” he bellowed. Ronin snapped his fingers and a bucket’s worth of bathwater dumped on my head—practically waterboarding me. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”
The water assault chased me from the bathroom and out into the living area. I was gasping, but not because I was drowning on dry land. I was laughing because I was pretty sure that was the first in the history of hell... that anyone had seen a demon blush.