Page 35 of Demon’s Temptation

“Besides being put on display, is there anything else that’s not on my list that you don’t like?” she said, mimicking what she’d seen and heard at The Dungeon.

He’d just taken off his socks and shoes. He looked up at her as he undid his pants and shoved them and his underwear down his long legs. “No, Mistress.”

There was a growl to his words that had her skin tingling all over. And this time hiding her reaction was definitely not as easy. His muscled body was completely bared to her, long legs, thick thighs dusted with dark hair. His chest was smooth—she dropped her gaze—but there was a trail of dark hair just below his belly button leading to his cock, nestled in more dark hair.

She was already turned on, but the sight of his long, thick cock, hard and heavy, so heavy it was angled down from its own weight, made her pussy contract with need.

Chaya moved in and relished the way he stilled, the way his chest expanded with his sharp, indrawn breath as she drew closer. She moved around him, like she’d seen others do, slowly examining their playthings for the night. Brent wasn’t just a plaything, though, not to her. He was so much more.

His back and ass were just as muscled and honed as the front, and she couldn’t wait to run her hands over his body. But not yet.

“You’re beautiful,” she said as she moved around to the front. His eyes had darkened and were almost black. “What’s your safe word?

“Blue, Mistress,” he said, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

He was impatient to get started. That knowledge just made her hotter. “We’re going to take this nice and slow,” she said. “Ease in.” She let a small smile curl her lips. “I know what I want to do to you, but I think it best we not rush things.”

“What do you want to do?” he growled.

She quirked a brow.

“Mistress,” he finished roughly.

She allowed the slip because it was exciting to see him this turned on, so desperate for her that he forgot himself.

“Do you like being restrained, Brent?” she said and again dropped her gaze to his impossibly hard cock.

Somehow he was even harder.

“Yes…Mistress, very much.”

She moved to the desk and crooked a finger at him, like she’d seen him do to subs out in the club before. His abs and thigh muscles tightened before he started toward her.

When he reached her, she moved behind him. His ass clenched and she bit back a moan. “You’ve kept this side of yourself hidden from me for a long time. You’ve denied us both.” No, she hadn’t known what she was, what she wanted, not until recently, but she needed an excuse to punish Brent because that’s what he wanted—she knew that much. Now she thought about it, looking back, she’d seen the longing in his eyes when others had been spanked in the club. She realized now he’d been longing to be on the receiving end of one of those spankings. So she said, “I think that maybe you should be punished for that, don’t you?”

He hissed. “Yes, Mistress.”

Oh yes, that’s exactly what he wanted. She was so wet now her upper thighs slid together when she walked, slick with her arousal. “Bend over the desk,” she said, voice soft but firm.

There was no hesitation this time, oh no, but Brent shook slightly as he did as she asked.

Unable to deny herself any longer, she ran her hands down his back to his firm ass and squeezed before sliding a finger up through the cleft. “Legs apart,” she said. “Nice and wide.”

His cock and balls hung heavily between his solid thighs, the position chosen to make him feel vulnerable, exposed, and going by the way he trembled, he liked that. A lot.

She forced herself to step back, when all she wanted to do was force him to use that big cock on her, to make her come over and over again.

Instead she walked over to his discarded pants and slid his belt free, then moved around to the front of the desk so he could see her. His face was flushed, eyes bright. She cupped his cheek, heart thudding when he gazed up at her, so hungry. All hers. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

His eyes were already glazed with lust, mouth slightly open. His tongue darted out and dampened his lower lip. “Fuck yes, Mistress.”

“I’m going to restrain your hands.”

He nodded.

Frustration over her lack of knowledge pumped through her veins. She wanted to push him to the edge and force him over. She wanted to tie him down, helpless to do anything but accept whatever her heart desired. She wanted to make his body sing with pleasure, pain. To never regret giving her this gift.

The muscles in her thighs trembled and she pressed them together seeking relief. She was so hot, so ready for him.