“Yes.” I say again, this time more slowly.
“Why? I mean sure, a few is fine but there’s only so much sex I can read before I get bored.”
My brows pinch together. “That’s preposterous. No one gets bored of sex.”
“I do.”
“Not with me you won’t.” I growl. “Read these. Pick what you like best and maybe if you’re good enough, we can try it out for ourselves.”
Ah, there we go. That got him. I can smell his sweet arousal in the air.
“So, I just sit around and read about sex all day while you work.”
“Pretty much. And to make sure you don’t find yourself in hot water again, I’m locking you in here. Anything you might need is over there.” I point to the dresser, then wave my hand. Bottles of water and some fruit appear.
“Wait, you can’t just lock me in.” he argues as the sounds of the locks click into place.
“I can’t have anyone else touching what doesn’t belong to them. You’re human Onyx. You break too easily.”
“But I come back to?—”
I’m gone before he can finish the sentence.
He’s taken up my time long enough. I have a job to do. A needy little human is what he is.
The day goes by like always. I collect the souls, return to Hell, hand them off to the keeper and head to the next on my list.
By the time I’m on my tenth for the day, all I can think about is Onyx. If he’s okay. Has he had enough to drink? Did he eat? Is he bored? Has someone broken into the room and harmed him while I’m away.
“Stop!” I hiss, shaking my head.
The man I’m watching, waiting to die so I can collect his soul pauses, looking around as if he could hear me. He can’t, but he senses something.
“No, go on now.” I give him a little push with the wave of my hand. He shakes his head, snapping out of it and proceeds to do something entirely idiotic that is about to get him killed.
I’m running a little earlier than expected. I just want to get my quota done for the day so I can get back to my mate. It’s honestly infuriating.
This is my job. How the hell am I supposed to do it when all I can think about is Onyx? He’s messing with my work flow.
Sighing in frustration, I need this man to kill himself already so I can leave.
I watch as he looks around, makes sure no one is watching and then proceeds to stick his dick in the wasp nest.
Yes, you heard me right. Wasp nest. This mother fucker has a kink for pain. Cool. Love it. Same. What he doesn’t know is, he’s deathly allergic.
He lets out a gargled moan as his cock disappears into the hole. He starts to fuck the nest, making ungodly noises. And not ones of pain, but of pleasure. He’s getting off on this. The look on his face is very unsettling.
He pounds into that nest like his life depends on it. Kind of ironic seeing how it’s the very thing that's going to take his life.
The wasps are mad, I can hear them buzzing angrily as they fly out and around him.
He’s not paying any mind, even though I’m pretty sure they’re stinging the hell out of his penis.
A few more strokes later, he’s cumming, filling the nest with his cum. Poor wasps.
He lets it drop to the ground, coughing, seeming to understand now that something is very wrong with him.
He claws at his throat, eyes bugging out with panic.
