Page 27 of His Incubus Husband

“I’m sorry, Sir Oswald. You gave me so much pleasure I couldn’t control myself. Please, forgive me.”

“You liked me using you like a piece of meat?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You still need to be punished.”

“Yes, Sir Oswald.”

“Get on the floor.”

Valentino slowly pushed himself up on his arms then slid over the edge of the desk. He knelt, facing Oswald, looking down.

“Take that thing off.”

He peeled the black lace off his torso and dropped it onto the carpet next to him.

“On all fours.”

On his hands and knees, Valentino waited.

He looked pretty in that position, naked, ass red from spanking, hole exposed and ready for another fuck whenever. Even humiliated, he seemed content.

“You’ll stay like this. I want you by my side for the rest of the day, bare and on all fours like the primitive animal you are.”

“Yes, Sir Oswald.”

Luckily, Oswald had sent his staff away for the weekend. Nobody witnessed Valentino crawling through the hallways on his hands and knees, following Oswald everywhere. When Oswald made pasta for lunch, the demon ate it from a bowl on the floor, using only his mouth. He picked the pieces up delicately with his lips and chewed, and it took him forever, but he managed to eat the whole portion. Oswald wiped his mouth with a towelette and gave him water through a straw.

After lunch, Valentino lay curled at Oswald’s feet while Oswald handled a few video calls and online meetings. Yes, he worked even on Sundays. It was a bad habit, one that was hard to shake. He liked staying on top of things, and the world didn’t stop turning just because it was a Sunday. He sneaked in a quick fuck between two calls, taking Valentino where he was on the floor without any preparation. He just crouched behind the omega and fucked into his hole until he came. This time, Valentino didn’t climax, and Oswald praised him for it.

“Good. It’s all just for me, remember?”

His empty ass drooling slick and cum onto the floor, Valentino whimpered. “Yes, Sir. Only for you.”

During the last meeting, Oswald was bored out of his mind. He ordered his pet to lick his balls under the table while he listened to stuck-up economists on the other side of the globe drone on about tariffs and regulations.

When he finally clicked his laptop shut after five, he looked between his legs, and a pair of the most beautiful eyes blinked up at him. Valentino had his lips wrapped around his balls and suckled obediently.

Oswald pushed his chair back.

“Stand up.”

After spending the day on all fours, he should have struggled more. But Valentino slowly rose and stood before Oswald in a smooth move worthy of a dancer.

His knees were chafed badly, he had a few bruises on his hips, and his groin was crusty with dried bodily fluids. He licked his chapped lips, gazing at Oswald through half-lidded eyes.

“You’ve been good. Mostly. How should I reward you?”

“I accept any reward or punishment you think is appropriate, Sir Oswald.” He gestured down his body. “Only yours.”

Oswald smiled.

Sometime during the long day, his frustration and anger had ebbed until they’d dissolved entirely.

Valentino might be a demon, an incubus, or whatever name people had given creatures like him throughout time. But he’d proven himself to be an entertaining and extremely pleasing lover.

“Come with me.”