I’m a beaten, broken thing, and I wish my spirit had the sense to stay down. But I’ve always been stubborn and I guess some things never change.
Chapter nine
Mal has been sitting in that chair for ages. His attention is fixed on the black rectangle he carries with him everywhere. He calls it a phone, but I’ve only seen him talk into it once.
At the moment, he is just staring at it and occasionally running his finger over it. What could be so interesting?
My hammock rocks as I shift position. I don’t mind staring at Mal while he ignores me. Looking at him is my favorite thing to do. It fills me with all sorts of feelings. Most of them good. I’m happy to spend the evening this way.
Suddenly, he looks up at me and grins wolfishly.
“Do you want some cock, pretty boy?”
My heart thumps in excitement. I nod enthusiastically and jump out of the hammock. I take the two steps to the bed and bend over it. I’m wearing my fluffy robe, so it will be easy enough for Mal to gain access.
“The bed? Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod without looking up. I don’t mind bending over it. Not with Mal.
He chuckles. “Ah, I get it. You want to be railed hard, and the hammock doesn’t really work for that.”
I give him another enthusiastic nod. Hopefully he will stop talking and start getting on with it.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he teases as he stands up.
Five long strides, and he is behind me. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. My fingers twist in the blankets, securing a good grip. He lifts up the robe, bearing my naked ass to him.
“Do you want me to prepare you?”
I shake my head. I can smell his arousal. I can sense his erection. It is making my mouth water and is driving me crazy.
He laughs. “Such an eager boy.”
A frustrated whine escapes my lips. I’m not even that hungry. Certainly not starving like I was before he found me. I just want him. Need him. Crave him.
“All right, Little One,” he soothes.
I hear the squelch of the strange yet pleasing oil he likes to use. He calls it lube. It is good stuff. Nice and thick.
No coldness slides down my crack, so he must be coating his cock with it. Finally, one large hand takes my hip. His cock notches against my empty hole. The sensation makes me keen.
He pushes, and I arch my back while pushing out my ass to meet him. Yes! Yes! This is what I want. My body foolishly tries to resist him, but I grind my teeth and bear down, and he keeps applying pressure, and then suddenly he is in, breaching my tight ring of muscle. The sensation makes us both cry out.
Both of his hands are on my hips now. His incredible cock is sliding in and in, burrowing deeper and deeper. Hot and heavy. Silk and steel. I love the feel of him. I want to keep him inside me always.
He sheaths himself in me to the hilt, and I moan in joy. He grunts. His pleasure is drenching the air around us. I can smell it, breathe it. Taste it on my tongue and bathe in it. The glory of it is far more than merely feasting as an incubus. I’m damn proud that I please him so well. It makes me want to purr.
“Ready?” he growls.
I nod. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.
“Give me your words, Little One.”
That’s new. He has never made me talk before. ButI don’t mind.
“Yes,” I rasp.
“Good boy,” he says, and my stomach flutters at his praise.
