Page 43 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“Ash.” I tried to cross my legs around his neck, to urge him forward, but his strength was too great. He tucked my knees in the crooks of his elbows and held so tight I couldn’t move.

“Patience, my queen.” The look he cast me was so unholy I wanted to smack it right off him, but then that forked tongue snaked out, licking the seam of my outer lips where they met my left thigh. Cleaning up the slickness that had smeared there. The flaming jerk was playing with me.

“If I’m your queen, you must obey me.”

He laughed heartily and licked the other side. “Is that so?”

“Mmm—mmhmm.” My eyes drifted closed.

“Eyes on me, Firefly.”

My breath shivered, but I forced myself to watch as he finally positioned his wicked mouth before my most intimate folds. The soft breeze of his warm breath is enough to send my hole fluttering and flooding. Judging by his animalistic growl, he noticed.

He kissed above my clit, which throbbed in protest, begging to be touched. Then he kissed lower, and lower, angling my legs so I was spread before him like a feast.

I itched to grab his horns, to ride his face with the same recklessness I used to name him before the court, but I could not. This was nothing like the Flamewoods. He was claiming me from the inside out, no restraint, no pretense of going slow. He drew a sinful line from the lowest point of my pussy to the top, my clit slipping between either side of his damned tongue, denied the sweetness of his touch.

“Ash. . .”

“Louder.”

“Ash!” I cried out. His tail wound around my thighs like a harness, forcing obedience. Submission. I cried his name over and over, writhing without accomplishing anything under all his bindings. “Ash’ren!”

His tongue delved between my folds repeatedly, until finally, he broke the spell with a tender kiss to my poor, neglected clit. The small touch released a burst of sensitivity that sang through my skin. A garbled cry tore from my throat, my head lolling as he unleashed his tongue without restraint.

The orgasm rendered me so useless that his restrictions might as well have fallen from my limp body. His moans and slurps filled my tortured senses while white-hot rapture took hold. Through bleary eyes, I watched him feast, drinking my pussy like it was a goblet of holy water.

“Such a good little queen,” he purred in a low, seductive tone. He pulled away, his face glistening with my arousal from forehead to chin. His sly grin was half reverence, half pride as he used his thumbs to pull me open, inner walls still clenching restlessly. “Look at this pretty pussy hole, searching for me. Creamed and ready for me. I’ll worship you for the rest of my life if you keep giving me your cum so sweetly this way.”

The flames on my wrists let up and I dropped roughly onto his shoulders. Leaning back onto his haunches, he lowered to his bottom. Letting his knees splay out, he guided my left ankle to the floor. He took my right foot and pressed the slender heel to his heart. Gripping the back of my knee, he forced a little pressure on it. Surrendering to me.

“How do you want me, my queen?”

I hummed in appreciation of his deference, rubbing my wrists where his flames had bound me. I appraised the spiraling coil of blackness that still licked up my thigh, the way it burned only the barest amount, like a candle, as it caressed my body. I reached for it, and his magic jolted under my attention. Taking it in hand, I gave it an experimental tug, grinning at the way his magic allowed me to use it.

“Oh, elements, I’m in trouble,” Ash’ren murmured in awe. His throat bobbed, looking from my hand to my mischievous smirk.

“Lift your head.”

Like a good little pet, he obeyed, and I looped the coil of black fire around his neck, tugging it like a leash. He moaned, and I glanced down to see a fresh glob of wetness stain the massive tent in his trousers.

“Good boy.”

“Fuck, Searra.” His voice was like coals scraping together.

“You want to be used by your queen?”

“Yes!”

“Beg.”

“Use me, Firefly. Please.” Piercing, all-black eyes pleaded with me. “Please, use me like your pawn. I promise to be good. Please”

“You beg like such a good little pet. Follow.” I stepped toward the bed. He clamored to all fours and did as he was told. I slipped the rope from my wrist and wrapped it around a post at the foot of the bed. “Stay.”

His all-black gaze seared me from behind as I sauntered across the large bedroom suite to the fancy vanity with its, wide shell-shaped mirror. His growl told me he knew exactly what was coming when I pulled out the thin, wide drawer in the center.

“Who should wear the jewel tonight, demon?” I met his gaze in the mirror and twirled a solid gold butt plug with a shimmering purple amethyst decorating the stud.

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