Page 128 of Their Demon

Lillian

His shadows crept up my inner thighs, which were already shaking with anticipation. My pussy was practically screaming at him, wanting him to shove me down and fuck me so hard, the whole building would shake.

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of winning, though. He would be begging me by the end of this.

He held my hair tightly in his hand, the pain confusing my body. Did I like it? Did I hate it? I fucking loved it. I felt like I could come just from his grip on my hair alone. I’d quickly discovered that pain was the best addition to sex with him.

I continued to pump both hands around his cock, his body tightening every time I got him just right. Watching him give into the pleasureIwas giving him was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

His shadows dipped under my shorts, making me gasp.

“No panties, princess?” he teased.

I shrugged. “They would’ve gotten in the way of my plans.”

He smirked. “You think this is all part of your plans?” He narrowed his eyes, challenging me.

His cockiness made me want to be the biggest brat ever. “That’s right,” I said as I puffed my chest out, catching his attention.

His tongue darted out across his lips, andfuck me,I wanted it on my body.

“Should I show you why you’re wrong?” He leaned in as he spoke,almostkissing me. I tried to lean into him, snag a kiss for my own sanity, but he kept me in place with my hair. Not being able to have him… It drove me mad.

“You can try.” I darted my tongue out, making contact with his lips before he could pull away. I laughed, taunting him.

“You fucking brat,” he muttered, brushing his other hand down my neck then wrapping around it, barely restricting my oxygen. “I ought to spank you right here. Turn your ass bright red and then fuck your tight little pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

I smiled playfully, then I realized I was just holding his cock, not moving anymore. No wonder he’d been able to gain the upper hand.Asshole. I started to pump my hands again, but I was stopped. His hands were still in my hair and around my throat, though.

His fucking shadows.

You love it.

I rolled my eyes at his comment, and that must’ve been the final straw. The whole thing happened suddenly. One second, I was sitting, still fully clothed. The next moment, my shirt was ripped over my head, and I was flipped over, the front of my body pushed down onto the cold countertop, making me yelp. My hands were bound behind me with his shadows, folded flat against my back.

He gathered my hair, holding it in a sort of ponytail secured with his hand, and pulled my head up. The position made me arch my back and press my chest into the counter even harder, making my nipples sore. “I let you get away with that attitude for way too long, princess. You may be my fucking queen, butI own this body…” He ran his hand up my leg, both of which were hanging off the edge of the counter. “...this mouth…” He reached up and rubbed my lips with his finger, pulling away before I could bite down. “... this pussy…” His hand cupped my aching pussy, making me squirm against him. “... and this ass.” He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down to my thighs before smacking one of my cheeks.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I pulled against him, barely moving an inch.

He groaned. “It’s already turning pink.” He rubbed his hand over the sting. “So fucking pretty.”

I wiggled against the counter, but I had nowhere to go. My feet couldn’t touch the floor, my arms were behind me, and he held my hair with an unforgiving grasp. He was winning.

Smack!

I cried out as my other cheek was made to match the other. An embarrassing moan left my mouth when he rubbed over the sting.

“Keir…” I said, feeling like I was losing my breath after two fucking swats. The way my pussy clenched, the way my eyes rolled back… Hail Satan, Iwashis.

“That’s right, princess,” he growled, “Say my name again.”

I pressed my lips together in defiance, but I knew he couldn’t see me, so I shook my head as much as I could.

Smack!

“Fucking hell, Keir,” I bit at him, but it quickly turned into a moan when he rubbed the sting away.

“I would’ve preferred you to say it when I told you to, but one way or another, I will get what I want. Don’t doubt me on that.” He grazed a finger across my ass. “You have such a nice ass, but it's so much prettier with my handprints on it.”

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