It’s hanging from the ceiling beams. Thick twisting ropes have been delicately entwined with tendrils of ivy and the swing itself is made of chestnut brown leather, presumably so it tones in with the sofa.
He pulls away. He still looks pleased with himself, but now I see traces of evil intent glinting in his eyes.
“Is that a sex swingin my library?” My voice lilts up incredulously.
“Yes, but you have to admit it’s tastefully done.” His eyes flash again. Traces of evil give way to evil incarnate. He leans in and whispers into my ear, “This library comes complete with a secret room hidden behind one of the bookshelves. It’s more than a library, it’s a room that was built with booksanddepravity in mind.”
“You built me asex library?What blasphemy is this?”
He gives an extravagant bow. It pushes me over the edge. Euphoria and exhilaration and outrage bubble out of me. The rumbling sound of my laughter and his dry cackle mix together and make something perfect.
I reach for him and take his belt in my hands, unbuckling it roughly and whipping his pants down and off him before he has time to react.
“Um, what’s happening right now?” His face a picture of faux innocence that doesn’t half suit him.
“Come on Demon,” I say as I drag his shoes and pants off. “I know you didn’t give me a sex swing and think we weren’t going to try it out immediately.”
I back him up and lift him into the swing. He lies back looking awfully content. I pull him into position, so his ass is perfectly exposed and hanging off the edge of the swing slightly. I lift his legs and loop the ankle ties around each ankle. He’s spread out. Completely at my mercy. His eyes widen and he takes a sharp breath as I do it. It’s one thing to think about being in a position like this, but quite another to find yourself in it for real.
“You know Demon, you should know better than allowing yourself to get into such a compromising position when you’re with a bad man.”
His cheeks flush and his lips part. I move around to his head, leaning over him to kiss him long and hard. By the time I’ve had my fill, my thoughts have slowed way down, and my pulse has spiked. We’re both aroused, I’m still fully dressed, but he has no secrets from me in this position. He wriggles self-consciously under the heat of my gaze. His legs twist, rocking the swing gently from side to side as he does it. I run my palms down the back of his thighs. His hamstrings are engaged from being strung up. His beautiful cock lies stretched out and swollen on his belly. His balls are pink and full, hanging loosely, until I stroke them with the back of my fingers. They tighten more as I stroke his taint, teasing his hole until he jerks his hips towards me.
“Where does the lube live in my sex library?” I ask.
He points weakly to the drawer of one of the side tables beside the sofa.
I find it, taking note of the copious number of sex toys he’s stashed in the drawer, and rush back to him as quickly as I can. I prep him and take his dick into my mouth at the same time. His foreskin is retracted and his crown is engorged. He gasps and his legs stiffen as I swirl my tongue around him in slow circles, making the swing sway gently. When I stop, unzip and lube myself up, he reaches down lazily to stroke himself.
“No, Demon. No touching. Hold onto the ropes, and don’t let go.”
He does as I say, but venom flickers darkly across his features. I have no doubt at all he’s going to make me pay for this later. I nudge my head into him slowly, watching his face transform when the pressure hits him. When I’m warm and snug inside him, I take hold of the ropes of the swing and push him away, letting go and letting the momentum impale him on me. I do it over and over again. It’s perfect. Torture. Slow and gentle. Just what he needs to lose his mind. He starts thrashing, twisting his legs, trying to break free of the ankle straps. His face is red and angry, but he doesn’t let go of the ropes he holds in his hands. It’s little things like that, that remind me I never want to spend a day of my life without him.
I stroke him and pick up the pace. I thrust long and hard into him, making him struggle against his restraints until he loses it, bucking into my fist and strangling my cock between his cheeks. I thrust into him as hard and fast as I can. It doesn’t take much. I pour my pleasure into him in thick, hot spurts, holding onto the ropes for leverage when my knees buckle.
I lean down and lick every trace of his seed off his chest.
“Clench,” I bark as I pull out of him slowly. “Don’t spill a drop.”
I make my way back to the side table and find what I need, tearing open the box and smiling when Damon sees my intention. I slide a metal plug into him, watching in intense satisfaction as his pink, puffy hole accepts the intrusion and sucks it in.
“What are you doing?” he complains.
“Come on now, even you know there’s no liquid allowed in a library.”
He grumbles as I pull him out of the swing and onto his feet. I don’t mind. It’s totally worth it for the sight of him mincing gingerly down the spiral staircase with my DNA corked inside him.
Chapter 37
Demon
Joeyliesbackonthe sofa, stretching out and nestling his feet under one of the throw pillows. It’s been a great day. One of the best ever. It feels so good to be in a place we both call home.
Has it been hard to get here? Yes.
Has it been perfect despite everything? Also, yes.
We’ve just finished our pizza. I’m having wine and he’s having a beer. I’m feeling so chilled and content I feel like I could fall asleep right here.
