Chapter 7 - Asmodeus
Was it a bit presumptuous of me to ask for her phone number after only talking to her once?
Most likely. Was there a bone in my body that cared?
Not really. Was I going to come off too strong?
Potentially. Did that make a difference to me?
Nope, not one bit. Instead, I was very eager.
Not only did she intrigue me, but she was breathtaking.
The way her lavender curls bounced when she walked.
The way her violet eyes shimmered in the light.
Such a unique eye color to have as a human.
For the past couple of days, I have been going to the bakery hoping for a chance to catch her, but it was practically impossible to talk to her since the bakery was busy.
Not only that, but I had work I needed to get done.
Unfortunately for me, that meant I wasn’t able to mill about for hours waiting for the crowds to die down.
After two failed attempts, my frustration was simmering near the surface.
I didn’t have the patience to wait anymore; the demon wished to obliterate people so they no longer took her time away.
Today I decided to ask for her number and maybe potentially a date. Going too fast here. Humans were not accustomed to diving headfirst like demons and other paranormal beings. I needed to take my time and not scare her away. I was already too obsessed with her; I wouldn’t be able to let her go.
When I came into the bakery this morning, there was a small crowd of people.
I decided to sit and wait at a table with my coffee and pastry until it cleared out, giving me time to fawn over her while she worked.
As I sat there watching Blair, Thea came over to my table, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Wow, surprise seeing you here. You used to be a once every other week kind of man. I see you’re addicted to something new,” a smirk on her face.
I cough into my hand. “I don’t know what you mean,” I shrug my shoulders, trying to play it off. She has caught me off guard.
“You coming in all week doesn’t have anything to do with my new employee does it?” she chuckles. My cheeks darken at her words, it does.
“Would it be wrong if I said it does?” I whisper.
“Hmm, no. You’re both adults. Just like to see you flustered for once.” She grins. This damn woman.
I scoff at her ribbing, “I was actually going to ask for her number today.” Her eyes go wide.
“Good for you. Good luck,” she says, leaving me to my food as I wait for Blair. My nerves were going haywire, I’ve never done this before.
Once the bakery had no other patrons, I went up to the counter to get a refill, it was go time. “Good morning Blair, how was your weekend?” I asked her to start off. Gotta ease our way into this.
She gave me a warm smile, “It was nice and quiet, just meandered around town. What about yours?”
Lonely and devoid of life and warmth without you. “Always the same, calm and quiet. I worked on my project car.”
“Oh that is super cool you can work on cars! Is that what you do for work?” she beams at me. My heart.
“Since no one is here, do you have a moment to spare to sit with me and I can answer your question?” I hoped she would say yes.
“Yes of course, that should be no problem!” She walks over to the table where I was sitting. I slide into the booth and pat the seat next to me, smiling up at her. She blushes as she moves in, sitting down. “Thanks,” she whispers.
I can feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her overwhelming my senses, with hints of lily of the valley assaulting me– sweet, slightly floral, and fresh. This is the closest I have been to her and my instincts are going haywire. It would be too easy to lean over and kiss her.
“Asmodeus,” she whispers. Shit, I hope I wasn’t being creepy. I internally groan at my lack of self control already with this woman. I sneak a peek at her, expecting to find disgust written all over her face, instead she looks bashful, with a rosy tint to her cheeks and a cute smile to match.
I clear my throat, embarrassed as hell, “sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be rude. I was stuck in my head there for a moment. Is it okay if I can be forthright with you?” She nods her head.
I blew out the biggest breath, this was either going to implode in my face or be the best impulse decision.
“I know you’re new in town, but I find you riveting.
You have an intense effect on me, and I can’t seem to keep my distance from you.
I would love nothing more than to spend my time with you,” I murmured, kicking myself mentally for how strong I was coming on and how I sounded a tad bit obsessed with her.
“I was wondering if maybe you would like to exchange numbers with me and get to know each other on a more personal level?” I look over to get a read on her: she’s fidgeting in the seat, her cheeks a deep red.
She gives her head a jerky nod, “y-yea,” she blows out a breath and awkwardly laughs. “Sorry, it’s been awhile… Your words took me by surprise,” her voice breathless.
Fuck, she was awkward and cute. The way hints of scarlet painted her cheeks, sent a tingle down my spine.
I wanted nothing more in this moment than to pick her up, set her on my lap, and start rubbing her back or give her a bear hug, giving her comfort and reassurance.
Or better yet maybe kisses and light petting.
Just the thought of touching her creamy skin and curvy body made my cock pulse beneath my pants.
I could be patient, I mean I have already waited over 200 years, what’s another couple of months, or maybe weeks. Okay let’s be honest, it was going to be days. I was already too far gone and past the point of no return. I needed her more than anything.
“Well, now that we got that out of the way, let me answer your question.” I twist towards her, giving her my attention. “Yes, I do work on cars. Not a full-time thing though. I do more custom and specialty work. It was a hobby that turned into something more, I suppose.”
“That is so cool! Do you have your own business or something like that?” she enthusiastically asks.
“Yeah, I do. I run the operation from my property. I built a garage to do the work in. The nice thing is, I am my own boss and make my own schedule.” I proudly state. Which means more time for you.
She nods her head, “ahh, that makes sense why you can spend a lot of time here,” a sparkle in her eye.
I laugh, such a brat. “The coffee and pastries are a nice added bonus.” I wink at her. She rolls her eyes at me, even though I can see I made her smile and blush again.
She studies me for a minute or two before the door to the bakery opens and a customer comes in.
She waves at them “Hi good morning! I will be right with you.” She looks over at me and smiles, “sorry I gotta go. Maybe we can continue this chat later.” She stands up, pulls a pen and paper out of her pocket.
She scribbles something down real quick and slides it over to me.
I look down and it’s her phone number. “Thought you might need it, just in case,” she smiles and waves at me as she walks back to the front counter to help the customer.
I look down at the small piece of paper again, surprised she gave me her phone number.
My heart gallops, beyond elated. I blow a deep breath out, trying to get a hold of myself.
It would probably be weird for me to sit here until her shift was over.
I forced myself to get out of the booth and walk towards the door, waving goodbye before I left.
I walked to my truck, opened the door, and got in.
I sat there for another minute or two, contemplating whether or not I should text her now so she has my number right away, or would that look desperate?
I could at least put her phone number in my contacts.
I took my phone out of my pocket and put her name and number in.
Might as well go home and get some work done, let’s give her a little bit of time and I will text her this afternoon. I nod to myself in agreement; just enough time to not seem obsessed, but still showing her my interest.
I put the truck in reverse and backed out of the space.
I throw the vehicle in drive and speed home.
The scent of her permeates the air around me.
Was it her natural scent or a perfume she wore that smelled like lily of the valley flowers?
When she was sitting next to me, it took everything I had not to pull her onto my lap and bury my head in her curls and neck.
I groan, my cock starts to harden again.
I sped all the way home, probably breaking a couple of traffic laws, but the bulge in my pants only grew, becoming a full-fledged hard-on by the time I got home.
I couldn’t wait any longer. Walking straight to the couch, I shoved my pants down, squeezing my cock as I sat down, precome already leaking from my tip.
A moan escapes me as my head falls back against the couch, my eyes closing shut, letting my imagination run wild.
She’s in the bakery all by herself. I let myself in through the front door, locking it behind me.
I find her bent over a table, wiping it off.
Her jeans hugging her luscious ass and thighs.
I close in behind her, wrapping my hand around her throat and my other hand cupping between her thighs.
She leans her head back against my chest as I run my tongue along the curve of her neck.
I snap out of my fantasy for a moment, feeling a tad bit remorseful.
The need to rut and breed her fills my veins.
I’m unbearably horny for her, precome coats my hand and abs, fisting my cock with ease.
My balls are heavy and full. This is bad.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Stroke, stroke, stroke.
How inconsiderate of me. Stroke, stroke, stroke.
God I want to bust all over her, marking her as mine.
I rip off her jeans, finding out she’s not wearing any panties.
“Such a naughty girl I see,” I say as I dip my fingers between her pussy lips, spearing them inside her.
I bend her over the table so her chest is against the top.
My fingers pump in and out of her entrance.
I bend my fingers to ensure the right angle, making her walls squeeze, begging for my cock.
Rut, claim, breed.
Fu–uck, a loud guttural moan escapes me as I shoot my load all over my chest and stomach.
I stay that way for a moment, catching my breath.
I can’t believe that happened. I’ve never had a visceral reaction like this to anyone before.
With my cock still rock hard and come all over myself, I reach down in my pants to grab my phone.
I take my phone out to send Blair a message:
Me: Hey, It's Asmodeus. Did you make it home okay?
Blair: Hey! Yes I did, thanks for asking.
Me: I hope you have a good rest of your day Blair. Hope to see you soon
Blair: I will do my best. I'm probably going to do some reading. I hope to see you soon too, Asmodeus.
* * *
After texting her, my instincts have calmed down enough that I was able to focus on washing myself off.
The only problem was my cock didn’t get the memo.
I was hard as a rock all day long, my underwear constantly sticky.
I had already jacked off to the thought of her, it wouldn’t be right to do it more.
Although what would she think if I told her?
Would she find me disgusting or would it turn her on knowing how sexy I found her?
Nothing I did would stop the ache or voracious need.
Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t stop myself from jerking off multiple times to try and get my cock to deflate, each time I wound up more frustrated than the last. Before, even if I was relatively super horny, I would be able to quench the need.
Now it felt like nothing would be able to please me.
Except Blair
My brain finally registered what my heart, and apparently my cock has been telling me this whole time since I first laid eyes on her.
* * *
Step one: get her phone number- complete
Step two: get to know her- in progress
Step three: ask her out on a date- in planning