Chapter 4
Fear just about cripples me as Adrian looms over me. Being restrained was one thing when I could see what he was doing, but this? Stuck on my stomach, spread eagled with a demon above me?
He’s right, my cunt is begging for it, but the rest of me is... scared. This Adrian doesn’t love me, he wants to punish me.
So maybe I just need to change his mind.
“We both missed you,” I admit. “We’re on the same page about that.”
I hate that I can’t see his expression when he freezes. I feel him staring down at me, and when his hands finally begin moving again, I fear he’s going to play it off. “Yeah?” He spreads my ass and begins rutting at my pussy, his cock unbelievably warm. “Is that why you’re so wet?”
“Maybe. Could also be the fear,” I mumble, knowing that’s exactly the kind of thing my traitorous pussy would do. “Fuck me and find out.”
Without another word, Adrian shoves himself inside of me in one solid thrust, my breathing becoming a thing of the past as I feel his nails dig into my skin to pin me in place.
I’m already restrained, yet with the position he has me in, I can’t move a muscle.
“Lysandra,” he growls, and I have to admit hearing someone as powerful as him sound this wrecked does something to me.
He’s a demon and he’s still feral for me.
Smirking into his snowflake sheets, I flex my cunt as tightly as I can. “Yes?”
“You feel exactly how I remember,” he admits, and I swear I hear my Adrian in there. “Do you feel me?”
He pulls back only to thrust even deeper, scaring me for a moment until I realize he hasn’t changed his cock. It’s still the same one that used to make me squirt, that hit spots inside of me I didn’t know existed. He’s not ripping me in half at all.
At least not yet.
Stifling a moan, I nod, eyes squeezed shut as my bound fingers search for something to grasp. “I feel you.”
As he sets a deep, brutal pace, I swear I can feel it swelling inside of me, my pussy more full than I’ve ever felt before. “Do you know what I could do to you right now?”
I don’t know how he expects me to answer — or if that’s a threat or just dirty talk — but either way, there’s something inside of me that tells me to tread very, very carefully here.
Too bad I don’t listen to myself.
“Make me come?” I grunt. “We both know you didn’t go through all this manipulative bullshit just to fuck me to death on day one.”
Chuckling, he leans down and bites my shoulder hard, his tongue sliding along the blood I know is pooling there. “You wouldn’t die. I could bring you right back to this as many times as I wanted.”
That’s weirdly, morbidly hot. I don’t know what that says about me, but I doubt I’ll ever find out. I don’t think Hell has therapists on their payroll.
Shivering, I try to wiggle to give myself some breathing room, but he has me truly pinned. “I‘m not as easily broken as you think.”
“I know. It’s what I’ve always loved about you,” he admits, sucking on the skin he split. “Not even Hell can put out the fire in you.”
There he is. Relaxing, I finally let myself enjoy the steady, brutal pace he set, the way the bite stings, how full I feel. I won’t beg, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel every bit as good as I remember.
“Goddamnit, you’re exactly what I remember.” He says as though he can read my mind, then sits up to spank my ass hard like he’s punishing me for it.
Did I say I wasn’t going to beg? I really want him to do that again.
“Does that piss you off, baby?” I goad. “You can’t hate me, can you? Not when it feels like this.”
He slows to a grind, both hands slapping down harder than the first time, and then suddenly something is slithering along my arm toward my face.
“What the fuck?” I snap, pleasure taking a backseat once again to fear. If I ever manage to get off, it’ll be the most confusing orgasm I’ve ever had. “Adrian, I swear to God I’ll stab you again if you put a fucking snake on me or are letting someone else touch me.”
“I’d never let someone else touch you, and I’ll kill the ones that have when I’m done. That’s all me. You asked for my demon form, that includes my tail.”
Just then it tightens around my throat, preventing me from saying any of the stupid things that spring to mind.
A fucking tail!?
It squeezes my throat just right as he fucks me slower, lulling me down until the stars I’m seeing have nothing to do with the twinkle lights around the room.
It’s better than any drug.
“Oh,” I whimper out, eyelids fluttering as my pussy clenches.
I love the way it makes him throb. “Yeah... oh.”
His long tongue slides up my neck as his thrusts speed up, the tip of his tail ghosting along my lip like he’s considering gagging me with it.
Curiosity takes such a strong hold that I can’t help it, I open my mouth and lick the tip to invite him in.
“Fuuuck,” he shutters, a strange, deep growl vibrating out of him. “Suck it.”
Why not? Either this is a fever dream or a very ridiculous reality, and either way, I’m going to enjoy it.
As it slips deeper into my mouth, I curl my lips around it and suck, relishing the smooth-yet-scaly texture and how warm it feels.
It seems thicker in my mouth than it does around my throat, but as he squeezes that a little harder and thrusts the tip deeper, I stop being able to analyze it.
Everything fades to how full I feel, how close I am to the edge.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you? Fuck, I can can feel you drooling. Come for me, Lys. Give it to me.”
The music quiets for the first time as everything builds and explodes, leaving me shaking and not-so-silently begging for more.
“That’s my girl. Stop clenching so tight, you’re gonna make me come.”
He spanks my ass again, his tail releasing my throat so I can breathe, but before I fully catch my breath it snakes down to rub along my clit.
It has the opposite effect. It sends me almost immediately into a second orgasm that makes me scream, and the combo has my pussy seizing.
The demonic groan he releases sends fear up my spine, but it all melts away when I hear his next words. “I’m gonna come, Hellcat. Fuck!”
Adrian jerks away to pull out of me, a grunt leaving him as warm liquid splashes all over my ass and back, and I don’t know what I’m more shocked by. I haven’t heard that pet name since he died, but Adrian Graves is not a man who pulls out.
“Excuse me?”
“What?” he grumbles, rubbing the head of his cock all along my soaked pussy like he isn’t done with me.
“Is there a law in Hell against giving a girl what she earned?”
The music begins blasting again as if it never stopped, and Adrian releases an angry sigh behind me.
“Hate this fucking song.” He hops off the bed and snaps the restraints away, then reaches over to grip my chin with his cum-covered hand.
“Who said you earned it yet?” A wicked smile overtakes his stupidly beautiful face. “I didn’t hear you beg.”
Eyes narrowed, I fling my arm up to smack his shoulder before he can stop me. “You’re an ass.”
“Takes one to know one.” He’s mostly back in the body I loved, but I don’t miss the long, black tail swinging menacingly behind him. “All it takes is one word and my cum is yours, Lys.”
One word? ‘Give it to me or I will kill you again’ is ten, ‘It’s mine’ is two, and ‘I know you didn’t drag me all the way to Hell just to come on my back’ is too many to count right now. So one word?
“Huh?”
He taps my cheek twice and then backs away, moving to the kitchen for another drink. “You’ll get there.”
Probably not.
“Is there a shower in this place, or is the real Hell the cum I’ll acquire along the way?”
“Would a shower make you feel better? I was thinking we let it soak into your skin for a while.”
Well, someone got a lot kinkier after death. Huffing, I look around the room at the obnoxiously bright decorations to buy myself a few seconds. I don’t want to do that, yet my clit throbbed at the thought. “Do I even have a choice since you supposedly own me now?”
“Come here.” His voice deepens as an intense pull physically tugs me all the way in front of him. “Good girl.”
He wraps his arms around me to hold me there, his hands massaging his cum into my ass as his eyes lock with mine.
So no, then. No choice.
For some reason, it makes me smile.
“So you really do own me. I’m your personal little puppet now?”
“Yes. Just as I was yours. I would have done anything you asked when I was alive, Hellcat. Do you know that?”
Yeah, I know. It’s something I probably took advantage of. “Anything except knock.”
Suddenly, there’s heavy knocking echoing off the walls, the sound almost deafening as his dark eyes lock with mine. “I didn’t give a shit about Christmas, I came to surprise you.”
“And I was defending myself,” I grumble, covering my ears as the sound only gets louder. “What the fuck!”
“This is what you wanted to hear? This is the only way you wouldn’t have killed me, huh?” I open my mouth to speak and he cuts me off. “You didn’t say anything or give any kind of warning. You aimed straight for my throat.”
“And what if it wouldn’t have been you? In the few seconds it would’ve taken me to give a warning, I would’ve been the dead one, and you’d have been angry with my corpse for not swinging first and asking questions later.”
The way his jaw tenses tells me he agrees, but the demon inside him won’t let him admit it. The knocking stops though, and at this point, that’s close enough. “Or you could have aimed for the gut. At least then I’d have had a chance to survive.”
He’s right, but I wasn’t thinking about anyone’s survival but my own that night, or any day since.
“But I didn’t, so here we are. Now you’ve got raven wings and a tail, capable of doing just about anything you want.
I’m so sorry.” The sarcasm unfortunately drips through my voice at the end there, making his eyes narrow angrily.
“I’m fucking trapped here in this Christmas wasteland unless I’m summoned,” he hisses. “I don’t want to be this. You think powers equal happiness?”
“I was in prison too, remember? Magic fucking powers would’ve made that way more enjoyable.” Standing, I try and fail to get some of Adrian’s drying cum off my back. “And I did summon you, you were topside, and yet you chose to drag me back down here instead of staying there with me.”
“I can’t stay,” he growls. “I haven’t earned that rank yet, and I would have been dragged back here without you. Now you’ll never escape me.”
“Cool. That won’t come back to bite you at all.”
If I have my way, I’ll make sure it does.