Chapter 24 #2
Unlike times when Bradley avoided places that would provide me pleasure, this avoidance was intentional.
This avoidance was to drag out my pleasure and release, and this avoidance felt divine.
The nearness of the touch, the flickers and glimpses of that orgasmic high had me wound so tight that I was sure one touch to my body would make me explode.
“You want it, pretty girl?” Dante mused huskily while continuing the languid pumps of his dick. “You want to cum for this demon like the sinner you are?”
“Yes!” I practically cried, moving my body as much as all of my bindings would allow.
Abruptly, the shadow holding my leg up faded.
My foot dropped to the floor before a heavy, invisible force shoved me down to my knees at Dante’s feet.
The shadowy chains around my arms moved the two extremities until they were secured tightly behind my back.
Shadows snaked along my thighs and hips before slithering between them to the seam of my pussy.
It glided that line, teasing me there, until my head fell back on a breathy moan.
“Show me how badly you want it,” Dante ordered with a fanged sensual smirk. “Bounce on my shadows like you’d bounce on my cock, and I’ll give you a reward.”
The teasing brushes of sensation against my center thickened and expanded right at my entrance.
Almost as if on pure instinct, I sank down to meet that feeling, letting out a sweet groan as the shadows pushed inside of me.
The substance grew even larger the more I seated myself on it until I was full, yet also painfully needy for more.
There was a certain emptiness to it, an almost phantom feel to the swell of shadows, and I quickly rose before sinking down hard, desperate for it to truly fill and touch me the way Dante’s cock did.
“What a sexy picture,” Dante breathed huskily. He stood above me, pumping his cock over my upturned face. “What a good girl you are.”
I rode the thick shadow faster. My muscles strained without anything to hold onto as my hips rose and fell in quick, intense movements.
I started to topple forward, so with hands still firmly secured at my back, shadows whirled around me to provide stability.
They—or rather, Dante—seemed to want me to reach my climax from the shadows buried inside of me.
“Dante,” I gasped, riding the thickness harder and harder.
“That’s my girl,” Dante encouraged as the pace at which he pumped his cock picked up. “That’s my perfect, gorgeous, sinful girl.”
I groaned and kept my hooded eyes firmly locked on Dante’s as my orgasm tore through me. I moaned and shivered while riding out that high with a slow bounce on the shadows still seated inside of me.
Dante growled and ordered, “Here comes your reward. I’m gonna cum, Star. Catch it all. Every fucking drop. Or else that pretty pussy is going to get punished.”
No sooner had he given his command than he found his own release.
Hot, creamy ribbons of cum splattered onto my gaping lips, cheeks, and the tops of my breasts.
He sneered seductively at me as he pumped every drop onto me where I sat on my knees before him.
I tried to open my mouth wider and hold out my tongue for his release, but there was no way I could catch it all.
My cum-covered chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but my restraints and the shadows swelling between my legs suddenly vanished.
I gasped softly and sagged to rest my butt flat on the floor while still on my knees, weak and limp from the thrill of riding and orgasming on Dante’s demonic shadows.
Dante suddenly squatted in front of me, naked and wonderfully hot. He gripped my cheeks tightly in his clawed fingers. He turned my head each way before his black-and-red eyes trailed down my throat to my large breasts.
“Looks like you don’t appreciate my reward.” He tsked before meeting my eyes once more. “Face down, ass up.”
“B-But—”
Shadows shoved me forward, drawing a small yelp from me.
Dante stood back to his full height as the front of my body was shoved against the ground while I remained on my knees.
Meanwhile, my backside was forced into the air.
I breathed hard and tried looking up at Dante, but I couldn’t tilt my head far enough to see him from how firmly hard I was being held to the ground.
Instead, I watched his dark feet as he walked leisurely around me, disappearing to somewhere at my back.
“Best fucking view,” Dante mused with a salacious chuckle behind me.
I bit my lip and wiggled uselessly against my shadowy restraints.
I wanted to curl in and hide, because I knew this position showed everything, but part of me—the part he was no doubt catering to right now with his apparent Incubus knowledge—loved this.
I loved being restrained and at his mercy.
I loved his dominating and commanding side.
I loved the way he wanted to see me in every situation and position.
It meant he liked what he saw. He liked what others, including myself, didn’t.
He made me feel beautiful in the skin I existed in, and the powerful high that gave me was almost better than the orgasms.
Almost.
“Will you be good for me now, Star?” Dante asked.
He must’ve knelt behind where my lower half was angled up, because he punctuated the question by idly dragging his finger from my clit, up through the seam of my center where I was soaked with arousal.
My legs trembled, and I blew out a hard puff of air against the hard floor while he slowly drew a circle around that moisture gathered around my entrance.
My core pulsed and clenched, wanting him to sink that finger inside, but like the sweetest tormentor, he continued the slow circle just around the edge of my entrance.
“If you’re good for me, the punishment will end and you’ll get another chance at a reward,” Dante purred.
“Yes,” I moaned, fingers curling where they pressed into the floor on either side of my chest. “I’ll be good.”
“Prove it. Stay just like this while I remove your bindings.”
I nodded hard against the floor. I’d do anything to get him to touch me how I wanted.
The cool, wispy restraints keeping me pinned in place fizzled away.
My body loosened, but I kept my ass and hips up with my torso pressed into the floor just as Dante had ordered.
Air moved quickly in and out of my mouth as I focused on that finger swirling around my entrance.
I arched my back as the tip gently slid inside my pussy before dragging back out.
The pulse of pleasure was brief, but it was the best kind of lighting zipping through me.
It was a taste of a reward that I wanted again and again and again.
“Open your legs wider for me,” Dante ordered roughly, dragging his finger back between my thighs toward my sensitive clit.
I started to open them when his finger brushed over that hard bud, making my hips buck higher while squeezing my legs tighter.
The disobedience earned me a searing smack to my ass.
Following the sting was a hard palming of my round cheek, like he was embedding his handprint into my skin.
Shivers of delight had me shaking and shoving my lower half closer to him.
“Do as I said,” Dante growled.
Trying to catch my breath, I opened my legs as wide as the position would allow. Just like earlier, everything was open for his viewing, letting him drink in every inch of my glistening and pulsing pussy and ass.
“Holy Hell, I can’t tell you how delicious you look right now,” Dante groaned, his breath fanning across my spread open center. “Dripping, pink, and fucking hot for me. You smell delicious.”
His tongue darted out to drag the same path his finger had taken, running from my clit to my hole.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I actually let out a small scream of pleasured agony, all while pushing my back end into his face.
He grunted against me, and that vibration had even more of my body lighting up inside.
“You’re fucking mine, aren’t you?” he asked and bit the inside of my thigh. His demonic fangs pricked my flesh, but following that burn came a sweet drag of his tongue over the painful bite.
“Yes!” I answered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I corrected, bucking against the open air, unable to control how my hips moved in search of that friction and attention to my cunt.
“Damn right you are,” Dante chuckled.
He gripped my ass tightly in both clawed hands, spreading me open even wider.
I peered over my flushed shoulder and caught him hanging his head over my ass and letting a long strand of spit fall to my spread open cheeks.
I jolted at the feel of the warm liquid dripping down my crack, but I made sure not to retreat from him or his fiery gaze.
The claws on his right hand suddenly vanished, and I pressed my forehead back into the floor as he slowly pressed a finger to my asshole. I groaned as my face scrunched in discomfort, and embarrassment tried winding its way through the confidence this man had started to instill within me.
“Relax for me, Star,” Dante soothed in a rough whisper. “I’ve got you. Trust me, baby.”
I blew out a hard breath and slowly let myself ease where I had naturally clenched. Was it painful? Yeah. Was it new and scary? Yes. But did I trust that this man, this demon, would take care of me and only do things that felt good?
More than anything.
The pressure and burn that came with the insertion of his finger was quickly joined by an eruption of hot desire as his tongue licked a light lap around the entrance of my pussy.
His tongue plunged into my hole and twisted and licked at the tight channel, all while his finger coaxed deeper into my ass.
The two deeply sensitive areas created a rush of spine-tingling zaps of pleasure, which gathered where Dante’s tongue and finger worked me higher.