I didn’t respond, too caught up in the way her hips moved, how she was taunting me with her every breath. And fucking hell, when she crouched to her knees and spread my knees wide, I sank my head back onto the armchair and swallowed.
Her warm tongue cut the cold air surrounding us as she licked up the length of my dick, and then she wrapped her lips around the tip.
I’d thought her work was demonic magic before. But seeing her so in control was a drug. The relief of needing to control what was happening washed over me with each move of her mouth down my dick. My hands strained to touch her.
“Mm…”
“Mary—”
The crop struck my bicep this time, making my muscle flinch.
“You taste too good to finish already, hunter,” she said, stilling her tongue on my tip. I groaned at the sight of watching her dangle that tongue, at the pink raise of my skin. I stifled that need to release, forcing myself to relax as she pinched my balls, and my cock disappeared inside her mouth again.
Fuck, I wasn’t sure how long I would last with the way she gagged, how she hummed that sweet little lullaby around me… Gods, she was torture and pleasure. The tingles on my pricked skin had me squirming against her shadows, but they weren’t letting up at all. She had me puddling in her hands, her mouth, her ecstasy. I dug my nails so tightly into the armchair that I left behind streaks. I didn’t know how much longer I could last.
Mary straightened, slurping on her spit as she pushed her breasts around my dick and rose her shoulders, giving me an innocent smile.
“Good little hunter,” she cooed. “You’re doing so well. Shall I let you come down my throat? Or would you like to come across my chest?”
Her hand squeezed my tip with her words. I sucked in a sharp breath and simply stared at her, knowing the choice was hers. But I spoke anyway.
“Throat,” I said. “I want to see my cum on your tongue.Please,” I added.
She pouted, her dark lips puckering like she’d been waiting on that word. “How can I possibly deny such words?” Her grin spread wide. “Very well. Choke me one more time, hunter. Coat my throat with your cum.”
I tried to move my hips, but she scratched her nails across my abs. My cock hit the back of her throat, then further, deep-throating me until there was no more left to see. She set an excruciating pace that made me shift, made me call out her name, and curse the world. I fell into the deep end, breaths growing faster and faster with her every suck and slurp. There was no stopping my release this time. I wasn’t in control of this. I was lost beneath the feel of her swirling tongue and sucking lips.
She dragged her teeth along the topside of my dick, and I lost everything. I spilled and spilled down her throat. I’d never come so hard for anyone before. The groans that left me were not of my own. She possessed my body, my mind. And as she stilled with my cock down her throat, swallowing nearly all of what I had in me, I collapsed into the seat.
When her warm tongue disappeared from my spent cock, I finally opened my eyes again. She rose over me, and I could see my cum on her tongue when she opened her mouth, that sadistic smile wide on her licentious lips. She curled her tongue in a U-shape and paused over me, and as the milky substance dripped down that path, I couldn’t stop myself from sticking out my own tongue and catching the drop that fell from her mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN - MARY
DAMON’S SURRENDER WAS more delicious than any mortal I’d played with in the past.
Thatsweet, sweetsurrender… I wanted to bathe in it.
I pulled his button-down shirt over my shoulders and crawled onto the back of the armchair, sitting my ass on the top, my legs spread wide on either side of him, and I slowly began to massage his shoulders.
His head rolled with a groan, and I smiled at the red marks across his torso, watching him continue to come down from what I’d just put him through.
“Fucking hell, demon… What are you doing?” he asked.
“Good boys get rewards,” I said.
He tilted his head back and looked up at me. “Remove your shadows,” he said.
I considered him, my fingers digging hard into his collar. “What will you do if I take them off?”
“Touch you,” he said.
I didn’t reply, and instead pulled on his chin to make him look straight into my mirror again, to stare at his marked flesh and my spread cunt so close to his tongue. His shoulders caved as I moved my hands down his chest, taking care around the heart-shaped welted marks on his skin. And when I was done massaging him, I pushed off the chair and strode over to the desk.
A glass of whiskey appeared in my hand, and I took a sip as I loosened his restraints. The shadows melted around his arms, his ankles, and when he realized he was free, Damon stood and rubbed his wrists.
His slow prowl had me on alert as he made his way across the room to me. Shadows trailed in his wake, daring him to try anything—
He launched with the last few feet, and I sent bindings around his throat, holding him in place not three inches away. Rage and desire shone in his eyes, but the hold didn’t deter him. He reached out, his fingers delicately roaming over my exposed sternum, the pads highlighting the scar as he traced it.
