Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
A smodeus tossed me onto the bed and was on me before the mattress stopped bouncing. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and bent to kiss me. There was no keeping his tongue out when it demanded entrance.
So, of course, I bit it.
“I love your fangs, love. Feel free to use them anywhere you’d like.” As if to demonstrate, As leaned down and sunk his teeth into my neck. I arched against him as pleasure and pain shot through me.
“I hate you.” I said, struggling against his grip.
“You hate how much you want me.” As gripped the center of my shirt and yanked, his claws cut through the t-shirt with zero effort. He reached for my bra and I screamed.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Do you know how hard it is to find a bra that fits? I will cut off your balls.” He eyed the garment, clearly considering it anyway. “I’m dead serious.”
“As you wish.” He yanked down the cup and bent down to take one breast into his mouth. He sucked. Hard .
“Anything else I need to be careful of, or can I deal with these pants already?” His claws tucked under the waistband of my leggings. Before I answered, he shredded the stretchy cotton. I wasn’t wearing underwear, as soon as the material gave, I was bare. He used his hand to shove them as far down as he could before using his foot to shove them the rest of the way.
“Those were my favorite leggings!”
“You have more at home.”
“This is my home.”
“For now.” Before I could object again, his tongue was back in my mouth, battling with mine for dominance.
His left hand still had my arms pinned above my head, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to flip him. It did nothing more than make him chuckle into my mouth. He pinched my right nipple.
“If I let you go, are you going to behave?” He rolled my nipple between his fingers before giving it a long, hot lick.
“Probably not.”
“Good.” He released his grip on my hands. I left them there for a moment while I decided what I wanted to do. I could stop this. Push him away. It would be so easy to do and I was pretty confident he would stop if I said the word.
But was that what I really wanted? I knew what he could do to my body and I wanted it. My body already craved his touch. I was already wet from the little nipple stimulation.
Something occurred to me. I looked down at the hand gently rolling my nipple as he waited for me to make my move. The claws were gone. In their place were short, blunt black nails tipping a deep red hand.
“Where do your claws go?” I picked up his free hand and ran my fingers over his nails. They felt like nails. There was nothing weird about them. But these nails were definitely not the two-inch claws that tore my clothing off.
“Shapeshifter,” he said before he wiggled his fingers at me. “I can change as I need. And I really need those fingers inside of you.”
“Well what are you waiting for?” I arched my brow in challenge. Asmodeus didn’t take the bait. Instead he released my nipple and shifted to where he was straddling me, pinning my legs between his strong thighs.
“You’re such a brat, Violet.” He eyed me and my pulse sped up. Whatever he was thinking darkened his eyes and flames danced within their depths.
“Do you know what we do with brats in Hell?” He grabbed my hips and flipped me under him until I was laying on my stomach. “We punish them.”
The first smack was more of a shock than pain. The second shot through my whole body like lightning.
“Okay, no.” I reached back to cover my ass with my hands. He grabbed them in his hand and brought them up to pin behind my back.
“Tell me to stop and I stop. Otherwise, take your punishment like a good girl.”
He spanked me again. And again.
He alternated cheeks, turning my ass hot and red. I could feel my pulse in my clit. I squirmed under him to relieve some of the ache, but couldn’t get any friction with my legs pinned together between his.
“Stop, enough.” I whined when the heat in my cheeks and the ache in my cunt were more than I could take. “Will you fuck me already?”
Asmodeus laughed, releasing my arms and scooting down my legs until he was at my ankles. “Needy, greedy girl. Only the best sluts get off by getting spanked. ”
“Fuck you.”
“Not yet.” He bent down and pressed his lips to my right cheek. Then my left cheek. The heat of his mouth was agony on my stinging ass. But the good kind. The kind that had my body aflame.
I was so turned on it took me a moment to notice As spreading my cheeks. It wasn’t until the hot press of his tongue against my tight hole did I register what he was doing.
“That’s a no fly zone.” I said, struggling away from him. He didn’t release me.
“Only because you don’t know how good it could be.” He pinned my hips in his hands, his thumbs pressing into my hot cheeks and pulling them open. His hot tongue lapped at me. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
Weird, uncomfortable, strange, arousing. Sensations slammed through me as his tongue circled the tight ring of muscle. My pussy was running freely, juices sliding down my clit to pool on the bed.
I was so focused on the conflicting feelings, I was shocked when one, two large fingers slid into my pussy. He thrust and curled, rubbed and stroked, all the while keeping up the steady lapping.
It wasn’t enough. There was so much sensation and pleasure it overwhelmed me, but I couldn’t get over the edge. I tried to wedge a hand under me to stroke my clit, but he stopped me and pulled my arm out of the way.
“Uh-uh. You come when I say you come.” He said the words against my flesh, causing a wave of pleasure. His tongue thrust into me, shocking me. The foreign sensation and the sudden stretch had me backing away from the edge. His fingers pressing into and circling on my g-spot had me right back to it.
He continued that way for what felt like forever. Switching from licking to fucking me with his tongue. From gentle thrusts to hard, fast rubbing. Taking me close to orgasm and then leading me away. Over and over again.
My entire body was damp with perspiration, my limbs shook, my stomach trembled. I wanted, no needed, to have an orgasm like I needed my next breath. I lay there pinned beneath him, at his mercy, panting to catch a breath he would never fully let me recover before pushing me to the edge again.
“Now. Come now.” He thrust his tongue into me at the same time he began pulsating his fingers on my g-spot. His other hand came up to press and circle on my clit.
I had no choice but to obey.
It was completely overwhelming. This wasn’t a gentle orgasm, a simple release of pressure and pleasure. It was all-consuming. My vision went dark, my breath came in great gasps. Wave after wave crashed over me.
“That’s it, my little slut.” He said against my hole. “Come for me.”
“Too much. It’s too much.” I gasped. My throat dry and raw.
“You can do it.” He thrust his tongue deeper. “Just one more for me.”
“No.” I shook my head and dropped my face into the bedding. “Can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I’m not going to quit until you give me what I want.” He began to thrust his fingers into me. The sound of my cum filled the room as he sloshed in my soaking cunt. I could feel the sheet beneath my legs getting wet with my fluids.
“Come for me. One more time. You can do it.” His movements slowed, and he shifted to position me on my side. He brought one leg up over his shoulder and moved so his mouth wrapped around my overly sensitive clit.
He sucked, hard. Sensation flooded my body, and I had no choice but to give in and give him what he wanted. The orgasm was burning flush through my body, a fire in my veins. It was too much and not enough, and I couldn’t get control of it.
By the time sensation returned, As had removed his hand from my pussy to gently rub circles on my stinging ass. He was lapping at my clit in soft, gentle movements as I came down.
“There you are. Such a good little slut.” He pulled away from me and I was shocked when he got up and left the room. My body went cold without his heat.And for some reason, I felt like crying.
Stupid. It was just the post-orgasm come down. It had nothing to do with him leaving me without a word.
I was still laying there struggling to get control of my emotions when he returned with a bottle of water and a damp kitchen towel. He cracked the lid and handed me the bottle before using the towel to clean up the mess I’d made of myself. His movements were gentle and kind. It was more after care than any guy had ever shown me, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
“Drink.” Asmodeus commanded.
The part of me that rebelled at being told what to do was tempted to pour the bottle of water on him. But my throat was raw, my mouth filled with cotton, and I didn’t want my bed any wetter than it already was. So I drank.
“Good girl.”
I downed half of the bottle in one go, appreciating the cool water on my parched mouth and throat. And if a little bit of me lit up at the praise, well, that couldn’t be helped .
As moved off the bed and stood beside me, eyeing me like a meal. As though he hadn’t been devouring me for the last forever.
“Don’t even think about it.” I moaned, turning over to bury my face into the blankets. I fumbled to put the bottle of water on the bedside table before pulling a pillow over my head. “I’m dead.”
“Oh, but what a way to go.” As’ voice was a rumble of appreciation. His hands came to massage my lower back for a moment before sliding down to rub and smooth over my overly round butt.
“Stop.” I swatted at him. My hand landed on a firm thigh. I took advantage of the moment and ran my hand up the thick, muscular limb. Something hard and hot brushed against the back of my hand and I realized he was still hard. While I had come until I couldn’t see straight, he was still raring and ready to go.
I shifted my grip to wrap around his hard cock. He froze, standing beside the bed. His cock was so wide my finger and thumb didn’t meet around the girth of it. It was long and thick and hot in my hand and I wanted it inside of me.
Releasing him, I flipped over onto my back and shoved the pillow away before looking up at him. Flames danced in his black eyes as he stood over me, slowly stroking his cock.
In that moment, he looked every bit the demon lord he claimed to be. A fierce god people worshiped. He was perfection.
And I wanted to break him.
“Fuck me.” I demanded, bringing my hands up to cup my sensitive breasts. “Stop playing with yourself and come play with me instead.”
It was a stupid thing to want. I was so overstimulated and sensitive and soreness was starting to set in. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted that gorgeous cock inside of me.
As stopped stroking himself and climbed onto the bed on his knees. He lowered his head to kiss me.
“Admit you’re mine,” he said against my lips. “And I’ll give you everything you’re begging for in those big brown eyes of yours.”
“Never.” I reached up to stroke his cock, circling the head to catch the drop of precome that beaded there. I brought my thumb to my lip, and sucked it off. His nostrils flared and eyes went dark as he watched me.
“Then you can’t have my cock.” He started to pull away, but I held firm. I raised my head to take him into my mouth. He was so hard and so hot. He tasted spicy, and I wanted more.
I rolled to the side to take him deeper and he groaned above me. Good. I wanted him as out of his mind as he made me.
Asmodeus allowed me to have my way for a couple of minutes before he broke. He shoved me onto my back and straddled my chest, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. He was going a little too fast, a little too deep. I was drooling and gagging. It was angry and obscene.
And I loved every minute of it.
Especially when he leaned back to slide his hand to cup my pussy and grind his palm against my clit. He slid two, then three fingers into me. The stretch was impossible and so, so good.
“When you’re done fighting me, I’m going to fill this sweet pussy with my cum over and over. You’ll never go without me leaking from you. And you and everyone else will know who you belong to.”
I wasn’t sure if the sound I let out was a plea or an objection. Everything was too much. He stiffened in my mouth.
Asmodeus swore, and pulled out as he thrust his fingers deep inside of me. I whined at the loss of him and at the nearly painful stretch. He kept thrusting inside of me even as he fisted his cock and began jerking himself off. He covered my neck and chest in his cum. The fluid hot on my skin. I wondered if it would leave red marks on my flesh.
I wondered if I cared.
As’ palm ground against my clit as he continued to thrust into me. Just as the last drop of fluid fell from his cock, I went over the edge.