Page 28 of Daemonium

"Are you trying to toy with me?"

"No, but I am not some dog to be controlled."

“You aren’t.” He pulled me closer, his arm wrapped tightly around me. “You’re a doll. Tormented. Beautiful. Mine.” A soft gasp escaped my lips as he shoved down my pants and underwear, leaving me in only my bra. He took his time admiring my body before turning to start the shower.

I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered, joining him under the water. He adjusted the temperature before stepping back, revealing his chiseled torso as he pulled off his shirt. It didn’t matter how many times I saw him like this, I was always captivated. His tattoos, an intricate tapestry of dark lines and detailed patterns, adorned his strong build. Seeing him like this, in such an exposed state, sent my heart racing.

My hand instinctively reached out and rested on his back. He turned towards me and placed it over his heart. “You're stunningly beautiful,” I whispered.

He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, running a hand down my side. “You are beautiful.”

He opened the shower door, and I stepped in, leaving enough space for him as I quickly grabbed the shampoo. I heard him kick off his boots and unzip his pants; I tried not to turn around.

He stepped in behind me and took over shampooing my hair. I leaned back against his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of his hands massaging my scalp. The water cascaded down on us, mingling our scents and creating a symphony of sounds that was both soothing and arousing.

He continued washing my hair, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my scalp. I could feel the desire simmering beneath the surface as we stood there, wrapped in each other's touch. I felt surprisingly uninhibited as if we were sharing a private moment, just the two of us, hidden away from the world.

The shampoo was rinsed away, the water cascading down our bodies. He took the shampoo from me and handed me a conditioner.

"Your turn," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he washed his own hair. I quickly slathered mine with the creamy conditioner, relishing the feeling of his gaze on me. When I was done, I grabbed the body wash, that smelled strongly of Tea Tree and began to scrub every inch of my body. His hands unexpectedly joined mine, taking over the task with a firmness that sent shivers down my spine.

He touched me with a reverence that left me breathless, tracing every curve and dip with a tenderness that belied the intensity of our connection. As he washed away the suds, I turned around to face him, our eyes locking in a silent communication filled with unspoken promises and desires. I squeezed more of the minty body wash into my hands and then began to wash him. I started with his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch.

I moved down his back, my hands gently caressing the curve of his spine. As I worked my way towards his hips, I noticed the duality of his body – the perfect blend of strength and sensitivity. He guided my hands, and I knew that he was giving me permission to explore every inch of him. I trailed my fingers over his ass, appreciating the firmness as I began to soap up his legs. Between them, his cock hung, double-pierced and thick.

I instinctively took hold of it, remembering exactly what to do, feeling the cold, hard steel against my fingers as my hand enveloped his girth. As my fingers glided over his skin, I could feel the shift in his body. His hand was slightly clenched, and I knew that my touch had stirred something inside of him. I kept washing his legs with gentle strokes, savoring the feel of his soft skin under my fingertips.

Through it all, his eyes never once left mine, their intensity unwavering. His hand closed around my throat, his fingers digging into my skin in a possessive hold. "From the moment I chose you as mine, I was consumed by thoughts of how long it would take for me to tire of your innocence and take your life, or if I’d keep you forever.”

I covered his hand with mine and looked into his whiskey-colored eyes. “And what did you decide?”

He leaned in closer, his soft lips tenderly brushing against mine. “I’ve fucked you in every way but one, and your hearts still beating. We’re going to be together until the very end.” He forced me to my knees, his grip on my throat tightening. His other hand fisted my hair, making me look up at him. A low moan escaped my lips, a mixture of adrenaline and desire coursing through me like an electric shock, water pouring down around us. "Thank me now, Sunshine."

I wasn’t sure if I was thanking him for earlier, keeping me alive, or deciding I would always be his. Maybe all three. Whatever it was, gratitude and surrender mingled in my mind, and I intended to show him how grateful I was. His hardened cock was mere centimeters from my face. Desperate to please him, I gripped it with shaking fingers, struggling to wrap them around him fully. With a determined flick of my tongue, I traced the length of his shaft, teasing the double piercing near the tip.

He tasted like mint. I glanced up at him. A slow, wicked grin crossed his face, and he used his grip on my hair to tilt my head back further. He thrust his hips forward, pushing himself fully into my mouth, and I felt the pleasurable burn of resistance in my throat. I braced my hands on his solid thighs and opened wider, submitting myself to his control.

He groaned as I swallowed him whole, a rapturous moan escaping his lips.

His eyes practically sparkling with lust and dominance, he slowly pulled out, only to push back in again. He fucked my throat hard. With each thrust, I gagged and choked, my eyes watering as I fought to breathe. I could feel my body trembling from the intensity as my own desire grew. My blood thrummed in my ears, the tension between us crackling like electricity in the air. He increased his pace, thrusting his hips in a relentless rhythm against my face. My teeth grazed along his length, eliciting low groans from his chest. When I tried to move back, his grip tightened, constricting my airflow. "Take it, Sunshine," he growled, his voice rough with lust.

My vision began to blur from lack of oxygen, and I felt my body arching against his powerful thrusts. I wanted him to come, needed to feel him fill my throat. I forced myself to relax my muscles.

His guttural groans told me I was doing exactly what he desired. He firmly held onto my head as he neared his climax. Each thrust grew harder and faster, and I knew he was close. With a final groan, he thrust deep, and the taste of him exploded on my tongue.

“Swallow it all like a good little slut,” he rasped, the roughness in his voice dripping with primal desire. I struggled to get it all down, but obeyed, making sure every drop was taken into myself.

He pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. His eyes were aimed down at me, burning with satisfaction. I looked up at him, my gaze locked onto his. I knew there was no shame in my expression, only pure submission and a hint of hunger. He lifted me back to my feet with his hand around my throat, bringing my lips to his. I opened up and he kissed me deeply, harshly. I melted into him, my body responding to his every touch.

He tore himself away from my lips, his teeth skimming down my neck like a wildfire scorching my skin. His hungry mouth trailed a path of fire until it reached the delicate hollow of my collarbone, where he greedily sucked on the tender flesh. My breath hitched in anticipation, my arousal building with each second that passed. He continued his journey across my chest, releasing my hair to firmly grasp my breast. A loud moan slipped from my lips, my body quivering with desire as a surge of wetness dripped down my trembling thighs.

“I can’t,” he ground out, his voice low as he drew back.

“You can’t—.” My words were cut off as he scooped me up in a powerful embrace, forcing the shower door open with a deafening crash. I was carried into the bedroom and placed gingerly on the bed. He loomed over me, his wet hair dripping onto my face, his eyes filled with dark hunger. Roughly, he spread my legs apart and plunged his hand between them where his fingers found my entrance. He curled two of them inside me, teasing and tantalizing my most sensitive spots. I moaned and writhed beneath him, my body begging for more.

"You're so fucking wet," he noted. "You love it, don't you? Being used like this?"

I didn't answer, but my eyes said it all. I did love it - the submission, the dominance, the raw passion. Him. Every cell in my body burned with desire for this man. “Ky,” I gasped, as he rocked his fingers deeper inside me, a pleasurable burn as he stretched me open. He added another finger, and a sloshing sound filled the air, mixing with my moans. The force with which he thrust his fingers sent a throbbing ache deep within me, making my chest tighten, and my breath shallow. I arched my back, meeting his every move.

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