No sooner had he given his command than he found his own release. Hot, creamy ribbons of cum splattered onto my gaping lips, cheeks, and the tops of my breasts. He sneered seductively at me as he pumped every drop onto me where I sat on my knees before him. I tried to open my mouth wider and hold out my tongue for his release, but there was no way I could catch it all.
My cum-covered chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but my restraints and the shadows swelling between my legs suddenly vanished. I gasped softly and sagged to rest my butt flat on the floor while still on my knees, weak and limp from the thrill of riding and orgasming on Dante’s demonic shadows.
Dante suddenly squatted in front of me, naked and wonderfully hot. He gripped my cheeks tightly in his clawed fingers. He turned my head each way before his black-and-red eyes trailed down my throat to my large breasts.
“Looks like you don’t appreciate my reward.” He tsked before meeting my eyes once more. “Face down, ass up.”
“B-But—”
Shadows shoved me forward, drawing a small yelp from me. Dante stood back to his full height as the front of my body was shoved against the ground while I remained on my knees. Meanwhile, my backside was forced into the air. I breathed hard and tried looking up at Dante, but I couldn’t tilt my head far enough to see him from how firmly hard I was being held to the ground. Instead, I watched his dark feet as he walked leisurely around me, disappearing to somewhere at my back.
“Best fucking view,” Dante mused with a salacious chuckle behind me.
I bit my lip and wiggled uselessly against my shadowy restraints. I wanted to curl in and hide, because I knew this position showedeverything, but part of me—the part he was no doubt catering to right now with his apparent Incubus knowledge—lovedthis. I loved being restrained and at his mercy. I loved his dominating and commanding side. I loved the way he wanted to see me in every situation and position. It meant he liked what he saw. He liked what others, including myself, didn’t.
He made me feel beautiful in the skin I existed in, and the powerful high that gave me was almost better than the orgasms.
Almost.
“Will you be good for me now, Star?” Dante asked.
He must’ve knelt behind where my lower half was angled up, because he punctuated the question by idly dragging his finger from my clit, up through the seam of my center where I was soaked with arousal. My legs trembled, and I blew out a hard puff of air against the hard floor while he slowly drew a circle around that moisture gathered around my entrance. My core pulsed and clenched, wanting him to sink that finger inside, but like the sweetest tormentor, he continued the slow circle just around the edge of my entrance.
“If you’re good for me, the punishment will end and you’ll get another chance at a reward,” Dante purred.
“Yes,” I moaned, fingers curling where they pressed into the floor on either side of my chest. “I’ll be good.”
“Prove it. Stay just like this while I remove your bindings.”
I nodded hard against the floor. I’d doanythingto get him to touch me how I wanted.
The cool, wispy restraints keeping me pinned in place fizzled away. My body loosened, but I kept my ass and hips up withmy torso pressed into the floor just as Dante had ordered. Air moved quickly in and out of my mouth as I focused on that finger swirling around my entrance. I arched my back as the tip gently slid inside my pussy before dragging back out. The pulse of pleasure was brief, but it was the best kind of lighting zipping through me. It was a taste of a reward that I wanted again and again and again.
“Open your legs wider for me,” Dante ordered roughly, dragging his finger back between my thighs toward my sensitive clit.
I started to open them when his finger brushed over that hard bud, making my hips buck higher while squeezing my legs tighter. The disobedience earned me a searing smack to my ass. Following the sting was a hard palming of my round cheek, like he was embedding his handprint into my skin. Shivers of delight had me shaking and shoving my lower half closer to him.
“Do as I said,” Dante growled.
Trying to catch my breath, I opened my legs as wide as the position would allow. Just like earlier, everything was open for his viewing, letting him drink in every inch of my glistening and pulsing pussy and ass.
“Holy Hell, I can’t tell you how delicious you look right now,” Dante groaned, his breath fanning across my spread open center. “Dripping, pink, and fucking hot for me. You smelldelicious.”
His tongue darted out to drag the same path his finger had taken, running from my clit to my hole. My eyes rolled back into my head as I actually let out a small scream of pleasured agony, all while pushing my back end into his face. He grunted against me, and that vibration had even more of my body lighting up inside.
“You’re fucking mine, aren’t you?” he asked and bit the inside of my thigh. His demonic fangs pricked my flesh, but following that burn came a sweet drag of his tongue over the painful bite.
“Yes!” I answered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I corrected, bucking against the open air, unable to control how my hips moved in search of that friction and attention to my cunt.
“Damn right you are,” Dante chuckled.
He gripped my ass tightly in both clawed hands, spreading me open even wider. I peered over my flushed shoulder and caught him hanging his head over my ass and letting a long strand of spit fall to my spread open cheeks. I jolted at the feel of the warm liquid dripping down my crack, but I made sure not to retreat from him or his fiery gaze.
The claws on his right hand suddenly vanished, and I pressed my forehead back into the floor as he slowly pressed a finger to my asshole. I groaned as my face scrunched in discomfort, and embarrassment tried winding its way through the confidence this man had started to instill within me.
