Page 43 of Behold Her
In this position, she won’t be able to see me, her restraints keeping her from turning to look back. I shouldn’t risk it but…gods, this is too perfect an opportunity to resist. Undressing quickly, I call my demon forth and shadows start to cling to my skin. I swipe a hand across the spellmark on my chest, murmuring the word that releases my other form. The darkness that’s coalesced on my skin gathers and shifts, forming bat-like wings, short horns, and a tail.
Damn, it feels good to let go. Almosttoogood.
I keep my wings pinned to my back so they don’t accidentally brush against Mona as I kneel behind her on the bed. I stroke my palm down the center of her back, wishing I’d thought to undress her first. My hands hesitate at the hem of her flimsy dress and before I can think better of it, I tug at the fabric until it tears.
Mona gasps in protest. “Won’t be needing that anymore,” I explain. “Maybe if you’re a good little toy, I’ll buy you something new to wear.” I tug the ruined dress the rest of the way off her body, then rip off her thong, reveling in the way she whimpers as I do. Thankfully she’s wearing a strapless bra that I don’t need to destroy to take off.
Satisfied, I stroke down her back again, the hairs on her skin rising in the wake of my touch. She moans as I run my hands over her hips, then up across her soft stomach to palm her breasts before grabbing the thin chain connected to her collar. I wind it around my fist and give it a tentative tug. Not enough to choke her, just to make my control known. “Color?”
“Green.Please.” She tilts her head back, her back bowing as she revels in my control. A dark chuckle escapes my lips and when I slide a hand between her thighs, finding her slick with arousal, Mona gasps.
“You look so perfect, bound for me like this. I think I’ll keep you here. Make you my pretty little fuck doll, ready to use whenever I need.”
She lets out a shuddering breath. “Oh god.”
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” I circle her clit with my thumb and slide two fingers into her pussy. She’s so wet that she takes them with no resistance. “Me using you for my pleasure. Filling you up over and over.”
“You can’t…I—please!” Her whole body shakes as she speeds toward her climax.
“I can and I will. You’re mine now. All of you.” I punctuate my words by pressing the blunt tip of my tail against the tight pucker of her asshole as I give the chain connected to her collar another small tug.
She sucks in a rough breath through her teeth and tries to tilt her hips away from it, but that only serves to press my fingers deeper inside her cunt.
“No one’s taken you here before, have they?” I rub the tip of my tail against her tight hole again as I ask the question I already know the answer to.
“No, never!” She shivers, and I pull my tail away to spit on it, then bring it back down to her ass, spreading the moisture there. I won’t fuck her there now, but I tease the tip inside ever so slightly.
Her moan pulls a ragged laugh from my throat. “Dirty girl. You’re desperate for it. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take your ass before we’re done.”
“Oh fuck, I’m going to—ah!” Mona’s hips buck against my fingers and I bring my mouth between her legs to suck on her clit, needing to taste her as she comes. It’s perfection, burying my face between her thighs to lap up her delicious arousal tinged with a hint of my own release from earlier. So perfect, I almost come just from her taste.
As she comes down from her peak, I sit back on my heels and run my slick fingers across the tip of my cock and down the shaft in inelegant motions. Unable to wait any longer, I line myself up at her entrance, teasing her pussy with the tip of my cock before slamming inside, tearing a ragged moan from her.
I fuck her with abandon, too lost in her pussy gripping me like a vise to be gentle.Good thing she doesn’t want me to be. My own frenzied groans mingle with Mona’s incoherent stream of expletives and cries, and I know I won’t last long.
Lightning crackles up from the base of my spine, surging through my body as I pump into her, her whole body quaking with the force of my thrusts. Mona’s back arches up as she comes, gasping like she’s possessed by a demon of lust. Which I suppose she is.
It’s too much. I slam into her one last time, folding over her back to sink my teeth into her shoulder, needing to mark her. My wings unfurl behind me as I come with a shout, the lights flickering as magic surges out from me. “Fuck.Fuck!” I spurt inside her over and over until I feel like I’m going to black out from the overwhelming sensation.
Once my hips still and I regain some of my senses, I ease my weight off of Mona’s back. She whines as I do, and it makes me want to do this over and over so I can hear that sound again. My fingers trail through our mixed release dripping from her onto the bed and I bring it up to her lips, where she sucks them into her mouth, her tongue laving at them like they’re my cock.
“Good girl.” I don’t say what I want to, which is that she’s the most glorious person I’ve ever met, and I have no idea how I’ll ever get enough of her. I pull away and tug my underwear back on, then head to the door.
She hears the door creak as I open it, trying to turn her head in my direction but held in place. “Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back to use you again soon.” I leave the room before she can reply, then lean against the door with a heavy exhale. When I shift back to my human form, my succubus features resist as I force them back inside me. I need to be more clear-headed so I can give Mona the care she needs after what we did.
Shit, I really just did that. I left Mona chained to my bed and told her she’s here as my personal whore. And gods forgive me—I loved every second.
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My whole body buzzes as I come down from the heady thrill of what just happened. I feel languid and malleable—ready to be reshaped by Max’s touch and words. That should frighten me, but all I feel is an overwhelming sense of rightness.
Well, that and the growing urge to pee. As much as I hate to break the spell cast over me, the realities of my bladder and the desire to not get a UTI are too strong to resist.
“Max?” I call out his name, but it comes out more of a hoarse croak, so I clear my throat and try again.
The door to the bedroom creaks open right away. He must’ve been waiting outside to make sure I’m okay. Why does that make me feel so good?