Let me out.
His fingers slipped between my thighs, and the moment he touched my pussy, he drew a deep breath. I was soaking, my cunt practically salivating at how close I was to being free. I let out a moan as he split two fingers on either side of my clit and began rubbing.
“You sound so nice when you beg,” he said, his lips a breath from mine. “I bet you’ll sound even more helpless when I tie you up to fuck you.”
His promises did sound intriguing, and I even considered letting him have that one. But as he pinched my clit hard enough to make me squirm, I imagined him bound instead, and a gush of warmth spread in my core.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Scarlet Mary…” He shook his head with an almost victorious look in his eyes. “Pathetic little whore, just like the rest of your demon friends.”
“Let me please you,” I said. “Let me out so you can fuck me across that desk like the despicable demon I am. Make me scream before you take my miserable life.”
“I will,” he said, his nose dragging along my cheek. “Will you run?”
“Only if you want me to,” I said, and I wasn’t entirely lying. I reached between us to his erect cock and stroked it, eliciting a deep groan from him. “Please,” I said.
He tilted my head back again, his knuckle under my chin. “Back on your knees,” he said. “Put your hands behind your back.”
I did, and he reached across the circle for the rope beside the chair.
As he bent over to tie my wrists together, I stared at the supple armchair, calculating every move I was about to make. The ropes scratched my skin when he tightened the knot, and when he stood over me again, I couldn’t resist giving his cock another lick.
It was such a nice cock, after all.
“You’re mine, demon,” he told me.
Damon picked up his shirt, and the moment he began to wipe away some of the chalk on the floor, setting me free, my breaths shortened.
A small gap appeared in the circle. I felt it in my bones—the relief of freedom and inner chains breaking. My every muscle edged to the point of unrelenting restlessness. Damon stood again and dusted his hands off, his shoulders rolling back smugly.
“Stand,” he ordered me.
I began to rock back and forth, a quiet chuckle sounding in the back of my throat, becoming louder and louder by the second. I was delirious at the feeling, at the person standing before me thinking I would obey and cower to his words. As though the threat of permanent death might frighten me.
My eyes rolled up to meet his, peering through my hair at the licentious man before me.
“Sit.”
CHAPTER FIVE - MARY
FLAMES EVAPORATED.
Shadows swarmed.
Damon flew off the ground and slammed into the chair before he could get a word out. Within seconds, his hands were tied to the arms of the chair, ankles tied to the legs, leaving his own thighs spread, and his thick cock ready and waiting.
While he writhed and cursed, my shadows moved to me and began to undo the knot around my wrists. I summoned darkness over my bare body, creating a high neck lace lingerie bodysuit with the chest open, a split in the crotch, stockings up to my mid-thighs, and high heels that made me nearly as tall as him. A leather crop appeared in my grasp, and once I stood, I slapped the wide, heart-shaped end across my palm.
Damon yanked against the bindings. “Fucking whore—”
I sent a shadow to caress down his cheek. “Shh…” I caressed, pausing before him. “Silly hunter. Do you know what happens to bad boys who think they can tame me?” I asked.
“You’re delusional,” he spat.
My smirk widened with a low scoff. “So cute,” I said as I dragged the crop teasingly down his throat. “Tell me to stop.”
The fire in his eyes blazed. Arousal, hatred, and outright desire stared back at me. He didn’t protest. A smile flicked on my lips, and I pushed over him, one knee on each side of his lap. I moved my entrance over the tip of his cock, but I didn’t sink onto him, not even when he cursed my name under his breath.
