“Want to test the potion out?” he hummed against me, leaving gentle kisses down the side of my temple toward my jaw. Leaning back, I tilted my head to give him better access. I shivered as he ran his tongue over my jawbone, licking and sucking my sensitive skin. I’d noticed this was his favorite place to linger when he got in one of his rare, affectionate moods—and I loved every second of it. Sliding my hand into his hair, I pressed him more firmly into me, encouraging him to continue.
“You want to use that on me?” I hummed, and he nodded, pressing a hot kiss just below my ear, causing me to groan softly.
“I want to watch you squirm and fuckingbegfor me.”
I pulled back and cupped his face, turning him to look me in the eyes so he could see how serious I was.
“Shemhazai, you don’t need a magic potion for that,” I hummed, leaning forward and skating my lips over his. “I’m already on my knees for you, baby,” I purred, and he immediately tensed, pulling back.
I forced myself not to sigh at how quickly his playful, affectionate mood disappeared and was replaced with the hard, domineering version of himself that he used as emotional armor.
“So you don’t want to play?” he asked, his voice accusatory. I sighed.
“That’s not what I said. If you want to test out the potion on me, go ahead,” I replied, meeting his gaze and slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “All I meant was?—”
“Stop talking,” he snapped, though his eyes were following the slow path of my fingers as I undid each button. “Let’s move to the living room. I want you on the couch,” he ordered, and before I could respond, he was already stepping over poor George’s corpse and walking away from me.
Because that’s what Shemhazai did whenever things got too real.
He walked away.
Alexa play: Safe Word by Jutes
Once again, I found myself playing Shem’s favorite game.
The game where Shemhazai used my desperate need to get close to him against me.
When he played with me like this, I leaned into it, but it was never enough. Every time we did this dance, I was always left wanting more, but he wasn’t ready to give me what I needed. So, for now, I was trapped in this strange limbo where I molded myself into the demon he needed me to be for him to feel safe.
I didn’t understand why he was so evasive or where his fear of intimacy came from, but I knew, on some level, he craved it.
Doing kinky, depraved shit to me was his way of allowing himself to derive some form of closeness from someone while still remaining in control.
If he was the one running the show, he could shut things down the second he got spooked, which happened often.
It’d happened several times in just the past few weeks.
He’d left me hard and desperate to come more than once when I’d accidentally lost myself in the moment and said something that he considered to be a threat.
I’d learned that Shemhazai ran from anything soft, and he refused to accept any form of actual tenderness from me. I hadn’t figured out yet how to move past this barrier with him, but I would.
As I said, I was a patient demon, and if Shemhazai needed to hide behind kinks and this dom persona to feel safe… Well, it was better than the alternative… which was no Shemhazai at all.
So, when he pulled a chair into the dead man’s living room and gestured for me to stand before the couch, I did as I was told.
This room looked like it belonged in a different era. The bay window had floral drapes that were all the rage in the 60s, and the couch was large, ancient, and a horrible chartreuse color. Despite the fact that everything in here was a day older than Yahweh, it was still in good shape, and it was clear the old man had taken good care of his belongings.
“Take off your clothes,” Shem ordered, his voice bored and distracted as he prowled through the room. I pursed my lips but did as he said, slipping out of my shirt and then my slacks. Shemhazai grabbed a lamp off one of the end tables and ripped the cord out of the back before turning to face me.
“Boxers too,” he said, licking his lips as he watched me slip out of that final piece of clothing.
“Turn around, hands behind your back.”
I shivered, already knowing he was going to use the cord to tie my wrists.
The bite of the stiff cord cut into me as he expertly tied my hands together, tightening the restraints enough that I hissed in pain.
He let out a low, dark chuckle, and my exposed cock began to swell between my legs.
