I stalk towards him, pull off my robe and straddle his lap, facing him. He catches my hips.
“Good boy,” he breathes.
A shudder consumes my body. Perhaps this won’t be so bad. I like looking into his eyes. I like being upright instead of beneath him. Being able to set the pace and the rhythm will be a novelty.
I grab his cock and pause, in case it is a trick. But he is just watching me, so I line him up to my hole and start to sink down. The stretch makes me hiss.
His hands tighten on my hips and stills me.
“Do you need lube? I thought you’d still be loose from earlier.”
I shake my head in annoyance. I’m fine. I may be a pathetic excuse for an incubus, but I still am one, and I can always take a cock.
His hands do not leave my hips, but his grip loosens. The feel of his large, warm hands on my flesh feels pleasant. I sink lower and lower until I have taken all of his cock.
My eyes close. Mal is filling me, hot and heavy. His hands are gently holding me. I am all but sitting in his lap. I’m not chained or bound or being held down. He is going to allow me to ride him and seek my own pleasure, and then he is going to gift me his seed.
“Are you purring, Little One?”
My eyes fly open. His head is tilted to one side, and he is regarding me closely. There is a smile on his lips and surprise in his eyes. He looks proud. Smug. But I can see no trace of mockery.
I still scowl at him. I hadn’t meant to purr. I didn’t even realize that I was.
“I like it,” he says.
Deep in my chest, my heart does something strange, and I don’t know why. I do not care what he likes. Only that his body is pleasured enough to give up its seed.
He grins. “Come on, beautiful boy. I thought you were going to ride me?”
Still scowling, I place my hands on his shoulders. The cotton of his top is not what I want. He looks at me and then pulls his top off and flings it to the floor. I put my hands back on his shoulders. The feel of his warm skin tingles on my palms. That’s better, much better.
I roll my hips and move. His pupils widen as his pleasure blooms. It is my turn to smirk. I have not forgotten how to do this.
I watch his face as I ride. The lines at the corners of his eyes are pretty. The silver in his beard brings out the pink in his lips. His smattering of chest hair is enticing. I’d like to run my fingers through it, trace the contours of his muscles and tease his nipples. Follow the patterns of his many twisting tattoos.
He is a handsome man. But I’m not sure I will ever be brave enough to touch someone that way ever again. I’m not sure I remember how to. Tenderness exists only as a hazy memory.
He closes his eyes as he cums. I feel the warm gush of him inside of me. My body follows his, and I crest my own peak. Then I am spent. Warm and languid. His softening cock is still in me. I lean forward and rest against his chest. I can hear his heart thumping. Steady and strong. Beating fast for me and the pleasure I just gave him.
My purr rumbles out of me and I don’t care to try to stop it. His arms wrap around me and he holds me tight. This is nice.
Sleep is calling, and I let it take me.
Chapter four
Forks are stupid. Why is he making me use one? I hate it. I stab again at the slippery piece of meat and it slides across the plate away from me. I growl at it.
Mal leans forward, takes the fork from my hand and catches the meat with it. I glare at him. He holds it out to me like an offering. I lean towards him, open my mouth and pull the meat off of the fork with my teeth while he is holding it. It is delicious.
I risk a peek at him. He is grinning fondly. My stomach does its strange swooping fluttering thing again.
“All right, Little One. I need to go out for a few hours. You are going to stay here and behave yourself.”
I blink at him. His words make no sense at all. I cannot comprehend them.
He sighs. “I was only going to stay for the weekend. Just long enough to bring you back to yourself. That’s what I was hired for.”
I stare at him. My stomach feels strange again, but this time not in a good way. I don’t like this feeling at all. It needs to stop.
