I had no idea anything could be so… primal and intense. We didn’t even get close to fucking, yet I became nothing but a mindless beast at the mercy of my stupid vagina’s needs.God damn it, I’m getting all wet just thinking about it.
I could probably take care of it really quickly. I’ve been worked up since yesterday afternoon with no time to deal with it. I haven’t heard Caspian moving around yet, so maybe he won’t know. I can’t use any of my toys since they’re all in my studio cabinet. I might get a little loud being this frustrated.Do demons have super hearing?I meant to ask more about his abilities yesterday, but I kept getting distracted.I could just bury my face into a pillow.
Decision made, I gently run my finger down my neck, imagining it’s that stupid feather. Behind my eyelids, a figure wafting shadows dances around my peripherals. As he climbs over me, I feel Caspian’s palm grazing down the center of my chest, continuing down my stomach before pausing between my legs, over my pajama shorts.He would never go straight for the kill. He would spend as much time as possible working me up and teasing me before allowing me release.
Following that train of thought, I pause the hand between my thighs and use my other hand to gently thumb one of my nipples through my shirt. I work it again and again, before giving it a slight pinch and rolling it between my thumb and finger. Repeating the same action on my other breast, I start rubbing my pussy against my palm.Christ, am I so needy I’m dry-humping my own hand?
I shake off the unwelcome shame and continue my fantasy. The hand I’ve been using to play with my tits slides slowly up to my throat, and I finally let my other hand drift underneath my shorts. I find my center unbearably wet and let my fingers gently trace over my opening, dragging the wetness up to my clit.
A moan escapes me before I can help myself, and I bite into my lip to try to stifle the sound. I need to grab a pillow like I originally planned, but both hands are busy doing more important things. I tighten my grip on my throat as I start to rub small circles against my throbbing clit. With each pass, my hips move of their own accord, my back arches, and if my hand wasn’t cutting off all sound, I’d be moaning like a wanton whore.
I picture his bright green gaze staring down at me, watching me fuck myself. There’s so much hunger written all over his face and his darkening eyes as he watches me slide a finger into my center, hands gripping my thighs wide open so he doesn’t miss a single second. “Oh, my Little Sacrifice, you’re dripping onto the sheets.”
I slide in another finger, nearly crying out at the stretch, moving my hand faster and faster, grinding my clit against my palm as my fingers work that sweet spot inside.Fuck, I’m so close.The imaginary Caspian moans with me, moving his hand from my throat to cover my mouth, and orders, “Come on, my Dove. Let me see you come all over those fingers.”
I’m fuckinggone.I come so hard stars burst behind my eyes, and my whole body clenches, each wave of bliss causing me to bite into my hand. I try working myself through it, but I’ve long since lost control of my body, and my fingers’ movements become sloppy. Slowly I come back down to earth, the little pulses turn into aftershocks, and all the tension finally drains from my body.
I probably shouldn’t have done that. There’s really no way he didn’t hear me, but it’s his fucking fault, so he can suffer through hearing it without being able to be a part of it. Plus, I’m sure there’s a special place in Hell for people who fuck actual demons, so maybe getting myself off just thinking about it is safer.Yeah, that’s what I’m going with.
His being a demon should bother me more than it does.A lot more.But honestly, could he really be any worse than the human men I’ve known?
I mean hedidtry to kill me. Then succeeded in killing those officers. He didn’t even act remorseful about it either. Those were men with families, people with their whole lives ahead of them and now they just… don’t. And yet I’m laying here in bed, practically swimming in my own cum because of him.
If he’s a monster, then what does that make me?
Disregarding that unhelpful thought, I roll over and look at my phone. 10:30. I really can’t justify staying in bed any longer, so I drag myself to the edge and put my feet on the floor. I look towards the door, wondering what kind of shit show today will be.
After I brush my teeth and shower, I pull on some sweatpants and the biggest hoodie I can find. There will be zero skin on display for Caspian to tease today. Not a single. Fucking. Inch. I comb through my hair and put the top layer in rollers.Now he won’t be able to grab that either.
I head down the stairs and pause at the foot of them. My new house guest is standing in the kitchen. Shirtless. His perfectly cut body, practically glowing golden in the morning light makes my mouth dry and my pussy decidedlynot.I use every ounce of my willpower not to let my eyes drift to the V pointing down to what I’m sure could be considered a deadly weapon.
I fail.
Snapping myself out of my stupor, I look back up. Caspian has two cups of coffee in his hands, holding one out in my direction. The smug smile on his face, accompanied by the slow, mirthful, “Good morning, Belissenda. Did you sleep well?” he drawls tells me he knows exactly what I’ve been up to.
Grabbing my favorite addiction from his outstretched hand, I try to play it off, “I slept as well as can be expected for someone with a stranger sleeping in their home.”
“We are most definitely not strangers anymore, Little Dove.” His eyes sparkle with mischief, “In fact, I’d say we are well on our way to beingverygood friends.”Motherfucker.
He’s too happy about how this is going. He thinks he’s holding all the cards right now. And while that might be absolutely true, I can’t let him know that. We have to get him into the company of his own kind. Get him the fuck away from me before I do something really stupid.
“You need a haircut.”Really? That’s the first thing you come up with?“And you need… clothes.” I look pointedly at his bare torso.
His smirk grows, and he replies, “Do I?” running his hand over his wet hair, slicking it all back before smoothing that same hand down his chest and abdomen. “I would require your assistance for both of those quests. If you recall, I cannot travel far from you without exposing myself.”
“You are nearlyexposing yourselfright now, Demon,” I spout before I can think better of it.
His smirk grows into a full, beaming grin. “Not yet, I’m not. Would you like me to? It seems only fair after your beautiful performance this morning.”
I narrow my eyes at him, refusing to dignify that with a response, and turn toward the toaster, which already has perfectly toasted bread sticking out of it. “Is that for me?” I ask.
“Yes!” he beams, “I managed to prepare the breadandthe coffee.”God damn him, he’s so adorable when he’s not being an insufferable flirt.
“Thank you,” I say curtly. I’m still peeved, but I have fucking manners. I grab the toast and smear some butter on it before turning to him to say, “Put on some clothes, Caspian. We’re going to get you acquainted with modern life.” I have to keep some of my dignity here. He can’t catch me ogling him again, so he needs to be… more covered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he winks at me, and I storm away.
I’m fully aware that I’m pouting and probably being ridiculous, but he’s just shown up, torn apart my belief system, and invited himself into my life and home. In less than two days, he’s completely destroyed any notion I had that I could be happy just masturbating and reading smut for the rest of my life. I’m supposed to be trying to rid myself of him, and instead, I want to tackle him in the kitchen and ride him into oblivion.
