I caught my balance this time and barely staggered. Damon held my gaze as he pulled the sleeves of his shirt off, fully revealing his broad chest, those muscled shoulders and arms, and the hair across his torso. He, too, bore scars along his skin—a long one on his left side, a few puckered ones on his left pectoral, scratches like he’d been mauled smattering that golden flesh… I wondered if these were scars from past demons he’d entrapped or something darker.
Damon’s blue eyes darkened with the move of his head as he started undoing the button of his pants, the zipper, finally exposing his thick cock. It bobbed free, not fully erect yet, but making my mouth water regardless. Damon stroked his thick length, and I noted the pressure he used. The corner of my lip coiled upward at the pinch he took on his tip.
How long had it been since I’d had a participant so desirous toward pain like myself? The last few idiots had whimpered deliciously, but they’d been worthless in the end—another spraying of blood in the darkest corner of my mirror.
My lip sucked behind my teeth as I met Damon’s gaze. His chin lifted smugly, and he gestured me forward with two fingers.
On my knees trapped in his little binding wasn’t exactly the romantic setting I’d imagined, but until he let me out, this would do. I would make him forget the names of any others who said they could please him.
I moved to him, letting him have this one. He stroked himself again with his right hand, and with his left, he cupped my cheek. His thumb brushed my bottom lip as he whispered, “On your knees.”
My nails dragged over his chest as I sank to one knee, followed by the other. His cock stiffened in front of me, and I stuck my tongue out to taste him. One lick, another, another… Damon moaned and scratched the top of my head in response. With every swirl and twist of my tongue, I took him further, digging my nails deeper into the backs of his thighs.
Every moan that left him made me drool a little more, made my pussy a little wetter. The pleasure I could rake out of him with just my mouth always brought me to the brink of coming myself. I loved the noises men made when they surrendered. I loved how their cocks tasted and when I choked or gagged on them. I loved edging those cocks until their owners begged and pleaded for release.
Damon’s grip tightened in my hair when I tickled his balls and took him deeper, relaxing my throat. My cheeks hollowed when I dragged my mouth back to his tip and pinched his sack. I kissed the end of his cock and glanced up at him.
“How long can you hold out on me?” I asked, swirling my tongue on him. “Will you let me tell you when to come?”
“Fuck,” he hissed, his palm massaging the back of my head.
He pushed me further, making me gag and causing saliva to drip from the corners of my lips. The taste of him sent me further and further into a frenzy. I moaned around his dick as I continued devouring and staring at him.
He kept glancing straight ahead, and I realized he was watching us in my mirror. Knowing how much of a show that was, I spread my knees wide and arched my back further, moving up and down every time I took him deeper.
“You like watching us, hunter?” I said, sneaking a glance at us in the mirror at my back.
But Damon grabbed my head and turned me back to him.
“Suck, demon,” he commanded.
I resumed my ministrations, saliva dripping from the corners of my lips as he made me choke and held my head straight. I struggled for breath and gripped his legs in response to the hold, the pain, the rapture.
“Just like that…fuck, yes,” he hissed.
When he loosened his grip, I slurped my spit as I withdrew. He was close… too close to coming.
I needed out.
So caught up in his pleasure, Damon didn’t notice the shadows edging around every corner of the room. The circle restrained them from taking anything more than a few whispers of candlelight at a time. I glanced up at Damon, seeing his eyes rolling as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, and I reached up to grasp the fabric of his pants.
“Let me out,” I said, teasing him with my tongue between the words. “Break this circle… Fuck me like the bad girl I am.”
He glanced down at me, pupils blown as he watched me deep throat him again. He twitched in my mouth, prompting me to suck him tighter upon withdrawing.
With a seizure of his fingers around my neck, he urged me off the floor. I obeyed and rose to my feet, letting his cock drag against my skin as I did. My nipples grazed his chest when I was once more standing. He tilted his head over me, his fingers squeezing my face.
“Did you like my cock in your mouth, demon?” he asked.
“Almost as much as you enjoyed my lips around it,” I replied.
His grip loosened on my face, and he trailed his hand down my neck, my sternum—making sure to give my tit a squeeze before proceeding lower.
“I think you’re a liar,” he rasped. “And I think this wet cunt will enjoy my dick even more than your mouth did.”
Yes.
“Touch me,” I begged. “Taste me.”
