I let my hands roam, and they find pillows above my head. A comforter beneath me.
A gasp tears from my lips and, against his orders, my eyes fly open. I’m no longer on stage, but back in myhotel, staring up at the ceiling. Unlike when I fell asleep, Tobias is kneeling between my legs, glaring at me through the holes of his mask.
“You never listen, do you?” he growls, the sound vibrating over my skin and making my nipples pebble so hard they ache.
I shake my head. We haven’t known each other long, but he should at least know that.
I don’t take orders from anyone.
He chuckles low and shakes his head. “Then, I guess you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”
His words should scare me. A demon in my bed threatening me with consequences? A smarter person might be fighting to run away.
But at the thought, my pussy flutters.
“I guess so,” I reply without thinking. “Do your worst, drummer boy.”
His yellow eyes glint with something sinister. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Tobias reaches beneath me and flips me over more easily than should be possible, leaning over me to speak into my ear. The feel of his hard chest against my back sends shivers down my spine and heat to my core.
“You don’t know much about demons, sweetheart, but consequences where I come from are somewhere between pain and pleasure.” His deep rumble has me trembling beneath him. “I could fuck you until you bleed, make you come until you’re a whimpering, blubbering mess. Would you like that?”
Is that even a question?
“Yes,” I whine, trying to lift my ass in offering, buthe has me pinned unforgivably to the mattress. “Please, I… I want you.”
The words don’t sound like me, but I’m too riled up to care. Tension is building in my core, my pussy throbbing desperately for attention. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to fist myself and give him a show.
He shifts, crawling down my body, but I can’t crane my neck enough to see him. A second later, his black leather mask lands next to me on the bed, staring at me with eyeless holes. I gasp.
He’s taking off his disguise.
I can finally see what he looks like.
I shift, attempting to catch a glimpse of him, but his hand fists in my hair and shoves my head back down.
“I told you not to look at me. You’re already about to pay for one transgression. Would you like to make it another?”
I fight the urge to giggle.
Transgression. He’s funny.
Maybe he should have been a comedian…
“Well, I haven’t seen any punishment yet, so I’m not sure why you think you’re so big and bad,” I tease.
A growl rumbles in his chest, making goosebumps rise on my arms, and he grabs the waistband of my leggings. In a swift motion, he yanks them down, exposing my ass to him. I don’t have time to think before he grabs my hips and lifts them off the bed.
“Still don’t think so?” he taunts.
I shake my head again and wiggle my ass at him, my clit throbbing needily as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“You are a fucking goddess,” he says, his nailsraking over the globe of my ass and down my thigh. Delicious heat crawls over my skin at his touch. “Everything a damned soul like mine searches for. Something to obsess over, taste, touch, dive into…”
Without warning, he pushes a finger into my pussy, and a soft, slow moan rolls up my throat. He buries the digit, pulls it out, and adds a second. My muscles contract around him, eager for more. I want more stretch, more friction, more Tobias.
“Gods, you’re dripping,” he rumbles, picking up his pace. “But your cunt is so tight—I don’t know if you’ll be able to take all of me.”
