Dax shifts me in the swing so I can view the floor. “Good girl, now I think they would like to see your tits bounce while I fuck you from behind.”
I look at him wide eyed, catching my breath. He doesn’t even wait for confirmation as he contorts me on the swing. He turns me around so that one strap is on my chest, above my breasts. The other is around my belly while he wrapped my legs in the stirrups. My arms dangle in front of me, not knowing what to do with them.
“Don’t worry, pet. I’ll take care of that for you,” Dax coos. The shadows wrap around one hand, pinning it behind my back, before he takes the other. It’s like I’m floating in the air, completely at Dax’s mercy. He could do anything he wanted to do to me. I can’t help it as I bring my own magic out, my shadows interlacing with his around my wrists.
Dax’s hands grip my hips roughly as he enters me in one thrust, making me moan. One of his hands slightly tugging at the butt plug making me writhe against the straps. I have nowhere to look except the audience who watches us with rapture. I know my tits are bouncing wildly with each of his thrusts. He doesn’t take it slow as he fucks me. The man has expert showmanship, showing these other demons who I belong to and what they will never have.
He slows momentarily as his attention is drawn to the butt plug. The stretch with his length and the plug is intense as my breath struggles to catch up to my pleasure. He pulls the plug out of me and I wince from the loss. He no sooner pushes it back inside.
“This ass is going to be the death of me,” he groans, before he repeats removing and inserting the plug. The added pressure with his deep thrusts makes me groan. I watch as a few demons in front of me shift themselves. One of them releases his cock from his pants and strokes himself as he watches. I watch his movements as Dax continues to fuck me, his thrusts so hard all I can hear is our breathing and the smacking of our skin.
“You going to come for daddy?” he asks. I groan, not feeling close. “Your words, Blair.”
“Touch my clit,” I plead, and I don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning. One of his shadows wraps underneath me and plays with my clit as he fucks me ruthlessly. The sensation is unreal. Soft leather wrapped around my body. How Dax is playing with my clit, pussy, and ass. Being restrained and at his will while others watch on. Stimulation overload sends me over the edge, a scream ripping out of me. I clench around Dax’s length as he removes the plug. I hear the clank of the metal hitting the floor and gasp as he slowly pushes himself inside of me.
“So good for me, preparing this ass. I don’t think it’s anywhere near pink enough,” he says. I made sure that I was lubed up and ready to go before the event, and I can’t wait to feel the reward from my pre-planning. Dax spins the swing, so that the audience can now see where he is inside of my ass. “I think my sweet little demon needs me to redden this ass while I fuck it.”
“Fuck,” I rasp out, Dax’s grip on my cheeks punishing as he stills inside of me. It’s clear his shadows are holding the swing steady. He grips my left cheek as he smacks the other. My gasp is loud as the smacks hit my bottom.
“That’s it, pet.”
Smack
“So fucking perfect.”
I can no longer see the audience but I know they are all getting off on this show that he is putting on for them. His spanks are nowhere near as hard as he’s done them before, but he is definitely bringing a flush to my cheeks.
He picks up his pace. Rocking in and out of me hard. The thwack of his pelvis against my ass, hitting the tender flesh he just got done smacking. He moans behind me as he stills, filling me up with his release.
Dax holds me in this position for a while, letting the crowd watch as he drips from me. I sigh contentedly, knowing that I should feel humiliated, or ashamed. All I feel is contentment and pride, I can nearly feel the jealousy radiating from the audience over Dax’s very public claim over me. He twists the swing so I can now face the audience again.
It takes me a moment to collect my thoughts but when my mind clears and I look out into the crowd, who are lightly clapping before getting out of their seats.
The amount of release is obscene as I look at the floor and Dax’s pelvis. His shadows release me as he helps me out of the harness. Helping me stand, his hands wrap around my upper arms as he kisses my forehead.
“Happy Halloween, my love.”
“Happy Halloween, daddy.” He laughs, picking me up and bringing me back to a more comfortable area.
Best Halloween ever.
Chapter 35
Daxcradlesmeinhis arms, a soft lilac blanket wrapped around me as we sit on a red velvet couch. I really don’t have any idea where we are, but in Dax’s arms, I always feel safe.
He pats my hair, and strokes soothing circles down my back. “That was something,” he says.
“You liked it?” I ask.
“Liked it? I thought I was going to have a heart attack in front of a crowd of demons with how ridiculously sexy you looked with your ass prepped with that cute butt plug.”
My head is pressed against his heart. I hear it pounding. What we did was insanely hot, but now it’s time to face reality. I’ve been holding off on discussions of the future, but it’s obvious my abandonment issues are mocking me in the back of my mind.
“So, do you have a place to live in Hell? Or do we go back to my dad’s place?”
I pull off his lap so I can read his face. He grimaces. “I do have a place, but if you feel more comfortable in the palace, we can go there as well.”
“I’d like to see your house.”
