Chapter Seven
Andie
Oh God, what was I thinking?
I might have gotten too big for my britches, too love drunk on Demon to judge what I physically can and cannot do.
I thought I was being cute, getting him rolled over onto his back and making a show of dropping down on that fat, hard cock in reverse, riding him just like I did when he was still stuck inside that old bull.
Thought that those thick fingers of his had surely prepared me for this monster between his legs, for taking a bull-man to the hilt and stuffing myself fuller than full.
Turns out my eyes were too big for my—well, my pussy, I guess.
“Do not force it,” Demon growls, those big hands of his gripping my hips, trying to keep me from bouncing on him too hard, easing me down bit by bit.
His cock is pulsing inside me, harder than ever, and I know this must be just as torturous for him as it is for me; more maybe, considering his prior circumstances.
“It ain’t working, baby,” I finally whine, practically sobbing with how frustrated I’m feeling at the moment; I’ve only got about two-thirds of him in me, and even though it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before, all I want is to sink down on him proper, to have my bull flush against me and feel those fat balls of his slap against my swollen, needy clit.
“I’m sorry, but I just… I think that might be the best we can do, think that—oh! ”
Faster than I would have believed possible, Demon gets his legs under him.
Next thing I know I’m on all fours—still speared on his girth—and he’s gripping my ass from behind, breathing hard.
A low groan rumbles through him as he starts to move again, pulling himself almost all the way out, stopping just short.
The drag of him against my inner walls is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head, to leave my needy clit throbbing and aching worse than ever.
“Relax now, angel,” he whispers, stroking a massive hand up my back and splaying his palm between my shoulder blades. Thick fingers curl against my skin before pushing up into the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping gentle but firm. “Let me take care of you.”
I’m already moaning as he pushes me down, eyes fluttering shut when my breasts flatten against the floor and Demon gets both of those big hands around my hips again, yanking them up real sharp and crowding in on me.
“Oh yes,” I breathe, already feeling the difference of this new angle as he starts to feed himself back into me, pumping slow and steady, huffing and snorting with each shallow thrust. “Yes, baby, yes…”
That wide, flat head of his is hitting all the right spots, and the combination of this primal position and the way he’s taken control is making all the difference in the world.
I can feel myself start to relax, feel my pussy start to pull him in with each of his languid thrusts, walls fluttering and squeezing around his thick cock.
“I will never tire of this, of you,” he snarls, those steady, shallow thrusts getting deeper and harder, faster and then slower again, his balls close enough now that they’re brushing against my clit as he pushes into me.
“I know there is still much for me to say, much for us to learn of each other. But if you wish it, angel… I am yours.”
My pulse gets all fluttery, a high whine building in the back of my throat as Demon slides all the way home with a choked, guttural groan, flush against me at long last. That heavy sack of his slaps against my clit with a loud thwack, tears of joy nearly bursting from my eyes, a jolt of pure electricity shivering down my spine.
“Keep doing that,” I rasp, elbows coming up beside my face, arms folding over in front of my head to help brace me against the relentless force of his thrusts.
My nipples are so darn hard I can feel them scraping against the floor, and my pussy is so wet that it’s actually dripping, slicking all along my thighs and rolling down onto my stomach.
“You keep doing that, and I might just be yours, too.”
Thick fingers dig into my hips, and a low, rumbling moan sounds from Demon’s big barrel chest as he—and pardon my language here, but there’s just nothing for it—as he starts fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before.
Demon slams his big bull cock into me again and again, those hefty balls smacking my clit hard and making me see stars. Now that my body can take him, he’s fucking me faster and harder than ever, so much so that my face feels raw from being rubbed against the ground, same as my breasts.
I’m just about to speak up about it when those massive hands of his abandon my hips, bending my arms behind my back and gripping my forearms instead. Demon yanks me up, pulling me flush against his chest; the soft, red fur there feels like heaven on my skin.
When he hefts both of my tits in one of his big hands, rolling his thick fingers over my peaks and nipping at the crook of my neck, I fall apart with a sob, shaking all over and gushing around his cock.
Demon crashes over the edge right behind me, throwing his horns back and lowing about as loud and deep as a creature can, hips bucking erratically as he spills his seed into me—hot, thick spurts that keep coming, and coming, and coming…
By the time we collapse onto each other, we’re both a sticky, sweaty mess, breathless and speechless without a single thought in our heads.
Well, none in my head—Demon’s looking kind of pensive and tense, actually, but he ain’t saying a word. I give him a moment, thinking he’s bound to speak up, but when he doesn’t, I do.
“You best come out with it,” I sigh, all done playing games after getting railed by the bull-man I’m draped across right now. “I can tell something’s wrong, and if it’s something I did or—”
Demon silences me with his lips, threading his fingers into my curls. I wrap my arms around his thick neck, letting him deepen the kiss, realizing this is the first time our mouths have met like this.
It’s… strange.
Strange and sexy and sort of awkward… but I find that I rather like the way it feels, us not quite fitting together but being a perfect fit all the same.
“That was one heck of a distraction,” I say as we pull apart, a slow smile curling across my lips. “Please, go on ahead and kiss me like that any old time you like… but you still gotta tell me what’s wrong.”
Demon frowns, that strong jaw of his tensing as he ducks his chin.
“I… the bull was not the only part of my prison, my punishment. When I came to this plane of existence, I wielded stolen magic. It changed my form into that of a human, and I suppose I assumed that since your pleasure triggered the release of my prison, that…”
“Oh, baby.” I prop my chin up onto his chest, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes. “You thought that… that yours would make you look like a human?”
He nods, the space between his horns furrowing in consternation. “I suppose I shall have to wait to bring it up with—”
“Ahem.”
Both of us go stock still. I turn slowly to look behind us, and when I do, my jaw just about drops to the floor.
One of my worst nightmares just came to life.
Because right now I’m naked in the middle of Sam Hill Saloon, save for these boots.
And there, leaning back against the bar with his arms crossed over his chest like he hasn’t a care in the darn world, is my boss, Old Sam.
I’m… I’m naked.
At work.
In front of my boss.
“Oh God!” I shriek once my brain finally catches up, attempting to cover up all of my exposed bits as I hide behind Demon. “Have you… have you been here—”
“The whole time?” Old Sam drawls in a thick, syrupy accent. “No, sweet girl. Wanted to give you two some privacy to get properly acquainted, after all. And now that you are—”
He snaps his fingers, and before I know what’s what, I’m back in my uniform—my clean, dry uniform—sitting at the six-top with Demon beside me.
He’s in a sort of toga now, black cloth draped around his muscular frame, and Old Sam is sitting across from him in his Sunday best, pressed and polished and looking like he’s about to lead a sermon.
A mighty strange one, seeing as his suit is blood red.
“That’s better,” he says, picking up a glass of red wine that was definitely not on this table when I closed up, gesturing toward two more in front of Demon and me. “Now we’re all in uniform. Isn’t that right, Junior?”
Demon narrows his eyes at Old Sam, something unspoken passing between them, something that leaves me feeling a bit confused.
Not over the fact that my boss is here—here in a red suit casting spells and acting like this insanity is all just business as usual—but because he just called my mechanical bull turned bull-man lover Junior like he’s been doing it all his life… and Demon didn’t say boo.
“Uniform?” I ask, taking up my glass and swallowing half of it down, eyes darting between the two of them.
“Oh yes,” Sam says, gray eyes glinting like steel and still trained on Demon. “I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it in due time.”
“You chained me!” Demon slams his massive hand down on the table, shattering his wine glass and splintering the wood. “All those years lost… And involving her—an innocent!”
Old Sam looks positively unfazed by Demon’s outburst, smoothing his lapels as he sets his drink down softly on top of the ruined wood.
“Stealing from Satan, though… and an Abyssal Crystal? Couldn’t exactly leave that crime unpunished, now could I?”
Old Sam smiles as leans across the table toward Demon, a wicked thing. That goatee of his is starting to look longer, sharper, and… I gasp, pieces finally falling into place.
I’ve been… I’ve been working for Satan.
My boss is The Devil.
“Someone would have razed Hell if I let you off scot-free, Junior. Surely you can understand that.”
Demon takes several measured breaths, shoulders heaving as he stares down The Devil himself—who continues on as if everything is just fine, of course.
“Well, son, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve served your time. I’ve mended my wounded paternal pride, and now the council can’t unseat me for letting you stay up here.”
Demon and I lean forward, both crying out at the same time.
“Son?!”
“Stay?”
Old Sam laughs, a roll of dangerous thunder as he points at Demon’s nose.
“That's the beauty of that ring I fitted you with. Seeing as the crystal is safely back in my labyrinth, there's no harm in you keeping it. Consider it… a parting gift.” He offers me a little wink, voice lowering an octave. “For both of you.”
“Explain.” Demon hisses, still glaring at him.
I’ve frozen up in my seat, completely out of my element, brain feeling all fuzzy again.
“All you gotta do is tap it with intent, and poof! Nobody ‘round here realizes who you really are—who you will always be.”
Silence hangs in the air as the two of them stare at each other, Demon with that hard look in his eye and my boss—aka Satan, Demon’s father—smiling like the devil he is.
“Welp…” Old Sam slaps his hands against his thighs and gets up after a moment, that big grin on his face.
“Oh, one last thing I forgot to mention. I’m retiring, heading back to Infernus, so—” He gestures around at the empty bar with a lazy flick of his wrist. “—consider this your inheritance, son. We’ll make the announcement and iron out the contract next week. ”
I turn to Demon once Old Sam is gone, though how or when he left I couldn’t say. There’s the faintest scent of sulfur, though—and blueberries, of all things.
“Andie…” Demon trails off, eyes drinking me in like he’s worried I’m about to bolt right on out of here.
But I’m not scared—I’m relieved, because even though this is all crazier than crazy… well, it also makes a whole lot of sense.
“I think I’d have you any old way, you know,” I whisper, grabbing his big hand across the splintered table. “Mechanical bull, bull-man, whoever’s waiting for me in there when you tap that ring. Whoever you are, baby… Well, it sounds crazy, but… I just want you.”
Demon gives me a smile and presses a soft kiss to my forehead, leveling his gaze on me as he brings his hand to his muzzle.
I hold my breath as Demon taps the ring.