Page 51 of The Devil and His Sparrow

So when she came over the day before her first midterm, I decided enough was enough. I wasn’t reading off anymore fucking study guides for her or handing her colored pens and highlighters at her request so she could rewrite old notes.

As soon as she stepped inside, I grabbed her backpack right off her shoulders and hoisted it onto my own. I ignored her protests and stalked up the stairs toward my bedroom. I’d been helping her study this whole week—me, helping—but today would be different. If she insisted on doing this bullshit, we were going to do it my way.

“Zagan,” she huffed irritably. She made it to my room just as I threw her bag into my closet. With a snap of my finger, I sealed the door so she couldn’t open it. No one was getting through that door unless I let them.

She ran to the closet and yanked on the doorknob. When it failed to open, she turned to glare at me. “What the hell?”

“You know the material, Iyla,” I said, crossing my arms. My eyes raked over her leggings and t-shirt. Damn. She really did look good in everything.

“What if there’s something I missed?” she argued, her voice coming out frantic with unfounded worries. “What if I forgot something or—”

“I’m going to quiz you like I have been.” That was the unfortunate part about assisting her all this time. Every bit of that mind-numbingly boring material was now ingrained in my own fucking brain. Once a demon learned something, it was always there. Which meant I was now stuck with a shit ton of knowledge I didn’t want any part of.

Surprise crossed her pretty face. “Without the study guide?”

“Without the study guide,” I parroted dully.

I was done with those papers. I was done with her thinking she wasn’t ready or good enough.

Because, goddamnit, she was.

But her mom had her too fucked up to ever see that in anything she did.

The notion reignited the anger in my blood. “Get naked,” I ordered. I narrowed my eyes and dropped my voice lower. “Now.”

Her chest rose sharply as she sucked in a breath. A nice pink flush rose to her cheeks, but she did as she was told. I watched her from across the room as she pulled her top and bra off then stepped out of her pants and underwear. She shifted on her feet once she stood naked, and my dick twitched at the beautiful sight of her standing there, waiting for my next command.

I tipped my head to the black leather chair in the corner. “Go sit.”

She kept me in her line of sight as she slowly moved to the chair, no doubt afraid I’d pounce on her. Her naked ass sat back in the seat, and as soon as she was settled, I let my power unfurl.

Black wisps of shadow appeared around the chair, and with a quick mental nudge, the long, thin tendrils wrapped around her wrists and ankles. They yanked her limbs to pin her hands to the arm rests and her ankles to the chair legs, spreading her thighs wide open for my own personal viewing. And damn, was I definitely looking and loving the wet arousal already coating her open lips.

Her chest rose and fell sharply, and her mouth parted on a gasp as she looked at the shadowy bindings. “What is this?”

“Me,” I answered. “A bit of my power manifested as shadow. It was quicker than getting real rope to tie you up, and we need to get to work now, don’t we?”

Her throat worked on a swallow, and her pink nipples hardened. I smiled as I got on my knees between her parted legs, and her body twitched, most likely eager for what she thought was coming. And she was going to get that, but not before she answered my questions and saw for herself that she knew all the material.

“Philosophy is going to be an essay, right?” I asked, tracing a single finger over the shadows on her ankle and slowly up her calf. “Walk me through what you’ll say. Utilitarianism versus Kantianism.”

“Right now?” she squeaked disbelievingly, glancing at my hand, which continued a slow ascent up her knee and onto her inner thigh.

“Now. We’re studying,” I said coyly. “Like you wanted.”

She bit her lip as my finger brushed against the outside of her pussy, but instead of touching her there, I backtracked and retreated down her thigh. She growled and fought against her restraints, which didn’t budge.

“Utilitarianism versus Kantianism,” I repeated firmly. My finger made it back to her ankle then immediately started up again.

Her head fell back against the chair, and her eyes fluttered shut. She slowly managed to get words out, reciting the material I knew she knew. I didn’t let up my soft touch on her leg, close to her pussy, and back down. It was torture for her, and the feeling was mutual. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her hard nipples or the juices seeping from between her folds. And fuck, the sweet smell of her desire was actually making me dizzy.

Goosebumps broke out on her skin, and her hips twitched with clear arousal everytime I got close to her center. The more she talked, the closer I got to touching her where we both really wanted me. I brushed the pad of my finger along the top of her cunt and stopped just as I reached the start of her seam. Her breath quickened, but I kept my finger rooted in place.

Her entire body seemed to shake with anticipation. “Zagan, please.”

I smiled. “Please what?”

She panted and zeroed in on my unmoving finger. “I said all the key points. I explained everything.”

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