Page 51 of Raising the Sun

I wasn’t bored of our intimacies—on the contrary, sex could never be boring whenever a demon was involved—but it couldn’t be denied that a special thrill rolled through my core whenever a little extra spice was added on occasion. Knowing I was responsible for teaching my darling different ways to seek pleasure, for testing the waters of his boundaries, and being the one—theonlyone—to guide him through new territory, was all incredibly rewarding.

There was also the matter of Isaac’s reactions: all those delicious sounds and facial expressions. It was like a fun little game—how many could be milked from him before he sobbed for release—and I immensely enjoyed playing it.

“Ready as ever,” the sweetling responded with a restricted smile. He shifted in place, but it accomplished nothing bar an arch to his hips.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, no,” he protested, relaxing slightly, though it was clear that something was amiss. I gave him a beat to chew his lip and reflect, and eventually he peered up at me with a sheepish grimace. “I think I’m a little nervous.”

“Do you wish for me to untie you? We can still carry on without the use of restraints.”

“No, I like them.” He tightened his fists, almost defensively. “They’re hot.”

With a hand braced beside his head and the other cupping his chin, I lowered my face parallel to his, our bodies not touching. “I won’t ever hurt you, darling. Unless you ask.”

“I know,” he said with a faint snort. “I trust you.”

A gentle smile—and,really, how long had that taken to become a standard?—flitted at the corner of my mouth as the metal tip of my claw-cuff traced the sweet brown constellations peppering his cheekbone. “And you’re still a fool for it.”

“I’myourfool,” he declared, voice barely above a whisper yet genuine. I nodded, kissing the bridge of his nose.

“Mine.”

The shiver that wracked his frame felt like success, sweet and fulfilling. He adjusted under me once again, his scent now infused with anticipation, his grin more enthusiastic when he said, “Okay, I’m ready now.”

My lips curled wickedly.

Play time.

After a teasing flicker of my tapered tongue at the corner of his mouth, I straightened, rearranging my long, silken skirt to finally let my arse sink into his lap, drawing out his first moan. “Good pet.”

The praise had his eyelids dipping, his body going soft and pliant as he surrendered completely to my mercy. With a quick flex of my fingers, I manifested a fragment of my power intomy palms, a globe of flame hovering in each. It was hot, but it wouldn’t scald him. I had more control than that. They were mostly an illusion, just enough heat to be startling, but never to hurt him. Slowly, I lowered my hands, keeping an inch of space between his skin and mine, getting him used to the sensation before gliding them over his torso.

Almost instantly, Isaac’s skin bloomed pink and he gasped, mouth forming a perfect O.

I chuckled softly. “You like that?”

“It’s… different,” he said, his husky tone making my mouth water. “Gooddifferent.”

“Pleased to hear it.”

With that, I closed the gap, kneading his flesh and drawing the most guttural sound from deep in his throat. At the same time, I aligned my hips perfectly to his, gifting him a rasp of friction as my fingers danced over his ribs like they were playing an accordion, heat pulsing low then high, my metal claws staying cool in contrast.

A sharp intake of breath met my ears as the dripping head of his cock rubbed against the bulge in my skirt; the sound so addictive that I couldn’t help rolling forward again just to replay it.

Isaac’s back arched a fraction with each movement, an involuntary twitch against the taunting weight, but he didn’t seek more than he was given. I could almost hear the cogs churning in his stubborn little mind, conjuring up unpleasant visions to delay the inevitable.

My pet was forever conscious of seemingtooneedy, as if a glimmer of self-doubt still lingered even after all the progress he’d made. It was possible that it wouldn’t disappear entirely, that he’d spend the rest of his life subconsciously chasing reassurance, but that suited our dynamic just fine. As it happened, I thrived on the neediness he ultimately showed during our intimacies, revelled in him letting go of his control and being so desperate, so dependent on me that he barely had the opportunity to dwell on anything else insignificant.

Perhaps not what humans would define ashealthy, but my demon nature spoke for itself on that front.

“Don’t hold yourself back, petal,” I encouraged, pressing myself more insistently against his hardness, delighting in the choked whimper I received in return. “I want you needy and desperate. As long as you remember who’s in charge of your pleasure.”

Isaac sighed as if grateful for the chance to let go, and started bucking upward, tentative at first, but growing more and more frantic as my hips and magic synced with his pace. In no time at all, the dual sensations had him struggling against his bonds, head thrown back, teeth bared. Spit gathered at the corners of his mouth as he sucked in breathless gulps of air, his hair stuck to the sweat beading at his temples, so close to unravelling at the seams.

The smug swell of my chest was inevitable.

“My, my, you really are enjoying this, aren’t you?” I cooed, feeling the muscles under my hot palms bunch and flex. “Youcould come for me right now if I demanded it, couldn’t you, my darling?”

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