“Which means?”
“Which means I’m about to make you come in front of a crowd of demons. They’re going to watch as I make you writhe and tremble under my touch, restrained so there’s nothing you can do about it. How does that sound, pet?”
My eyes are wide as I look at him. I’m so down. I remember the night at the club and how much I enjoyed being watched. But I’m still a little nervous. “How many people?” I ask.
“We’re in one of the smaller rooms, only two dozen.”
I nod my head. Only two dozen demons, okay? I can handle that, I think.
“If you’re not okay with this, we don’t have to.”
“No, I want to,” I say as he kisses the side of my hair.
“Safe word still counts in Hell,” he says.
“Dax, you’re up,” some woman says. I can’t even look at her because I’m too busy staring at Dax.
“Come on babe, it’s going to be great.” Oh, do I believe him wholeheartedly.
My pussy is on full display to about fifteen demons I’ve never seen before. I’m sitting in a leather sex swing. My ass perched in a harness and my feet in stirrups. My hands grip the chains on the side, attempting to relax in the position. Dax is grinning, looking seductive as sin as he views me in this position.
It’s then he finally sees the pink glittering jewel that’s shining against my asshole.
He tsks and lightly tugs at the jewel. “Is this for me, little witch?”
“Was just living up to what you promised me at Inferno,” I reply.
Dax pushes the plug in and out of me, slowly. I look into the crowd as they watch on with each shallow thrust.
“Such a good girl, getting this ass ready for me. I think you should be rewarded.”
I smile at him as he looks into the crowd. He looks over at the two gentlemen closest to us. They are leaned in close, forearms on their knees, like they are trying to get as close to the show as possible.
“Watch out fellas, you’re in the splash zone.”
“Dax!”
“Oh, little witch, you’re in no position to scold me. Plus, the way your pussy is glistening for me, I know you like it.”
Guilty.
“It’s Halloween, so I had plans to leave your ass alone tonight and fully focus on your pussy. But it appears you have changed tonight’s proceedings.” His finger swipes through my wetness, making me shiver. “So lovely tonight. Are you going to be my sweet little witch tonight?”
“Is that what you want?” I ask him, arching an eyebrow.
“I want you so wet your cum is dripping off the floor for all of Hell to see. Then once you’re nice and soaked, I’m going to fuck your pussy with this precious plug in. After you come I’m going to take your ass.” I shift my weight in the harness, and Dax places a hand on my calf, steadying me. Leaning over to whisper so only I can hear. “Show them what your daddy does to you, pet.”
Dax drops to his knees. His shadows widening my thighs and his thumbs spreading my pussy lips as his tongue spears my entrance and rolls around my clit. My back arches with nowhere to go. The chain holding the swing jingles as Dax’s shadows move me back and forth, causing me to fuck his face.
His beard causes the roughest friction against me, and I moan as his fingers slide inside of me. I swear I can almost hear how wet I am. I look out into the audience and watch as the on goers touch themselves or watch in fascination. Having the power to turn people on makes me feel more powerful than being a demon or having magic. I feel sexy and desired, but no one desires me more than the man between my legs right now.
With two large fingers fucking in and out of me, Dax’s lips sucking roughly on my clit and his shadows wrapped around my thighs, I couldn't stop my impending orgasm if I wanted to. My legs shake in the stirrups as I throw my head back and moan in ecstasy. Dax doesn’t stop touching me until my body quivers and I release one hand, pushing at his head. His lips leave mine and I wince as his fingers leave me.
“Mmm, not nearly wet enough. I promised the fine gentlemen a splash zone,” he says. Standing and re-inserting his fingers into my sensitive cunt. The pressure of his fingers in tandem is euphoric. It’s like a tightness in my belly. His fingers hook upward hitting my g-spot. He’s relentless with his hand, the meat of his palm rubbing against my clit as his fingers fuck in and out of me.
“That’s it,” Dax encourages me. I remove one of my hands from the straps and grab his wrists, hard. He smiles at me deviously and doesn’t stop as he adds another finger.
It’s like a tidal wave hits my core from the stretch of his fingers, pushing me over the edge. A flood of release leaking out of me and over Dax’s hand until I hear the splatter of my orgasm hitting the wooden floor.
