Page 44 of Deal with the Devil

“Was it the collar? Was it too much?” The glee in her face made his chest flutter. She was truly enjoying every second. He let go of the collar to grab ahold of her by the hair and bring her lips back to him. He kissed his wicked pet hard. Smashing their mouths together over and over as he drove her wild with his fingers. Her hips bucked wildly. He fucked her with his fingers harder, craving her orgasm. When she broke, she cried out against his mouth. He devoured the feeling, the sound, the delight. It filled his chest with a foreign warmth he’d not felt before. Swallowing her whimpers and murmured pleas as she coated his glove with her cum. Her legs trembled.

Knox didn’t realize until it was too late…magic swirled in his belly.

He hadn’t fed like that in some time.

Knox furrowed his brows, staring into the reflection on the car window as Amelia dropped into his chest. Her pretty face burrowed against his throat, breathing hard. He stared at himself, seeing the shock and confusion etched into his features.He fed.Knox was not a succubus, he did not feed off sexual desire or need. He was a fear-eater, a devil meant to lap up terror.How?He fed on her delight and pleasure.

That’s strange.

Knox didn’t have anyone at the moment to discuss his findings with…but he knew someone who might have an idea or two.

However, that would have to wait as a certain, mischievous, blue haired author slithered down out of his lap.

“Pet,” he warned, watching her slip to the floorboard of the car. She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Well, we’ll be at the casino soon,” she breathed, reaching her hands across his lap. His lungs turned to dried husks as her fingers wrapped around his belt loop.

Knox cocked a brow. “What a generous pet you are.”

She smirked, undoing his belt with only a flick of the wrist. “Well, you said I was distracting. That you wanted to be professional, so…why don’t I take the edge off?”

His pants unzipped and she barely had to coax his cock out. Itsprang out, desperate to be inside her in any capacity. Her peachy fingers wrapped around his plum-colored cock. She brought his weeping tip to her mouth and kissed it tenderly. Knox’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed. Her snicker filled his ears. He didn’t care. Knox didn’t have a single brain cell left to punish her for her smugness.Not that he wanted to punish her for that, she’d earned being smug.When she slipped her lips around him, he groaned.

“Good pet,” he moaned as she sucked him deep into her mouth. He soothed the fist he had wrapped around her hair,instead stroking her head as she bobbed up and down. Soft, waves of relief washed over him with every stroke of her tongue against the underside of his cock. She sucked harder near the tip and stars filled the backside of his eyelids. Knox panted for air, hips rocking with her in a sweet, maddening rhythm. She was using pressure but not going fast and he wasn’t sure how she even knew that’s what he liked.

Knox had been too caught up in fucking her cunt before that he’d never suggested the sweet treat of fucking her mouth. His balls tightened as she sucked on his tip again. An orgasm wasn’t too far off, he could tell he would break soon. The car slowed to a stop, but the driver clearly didn’t get out yet. On the precipice of oblivion, his toes curled within his shoes.

Amelia moaned against his cock, wrapping her fingers around his base and tugging. That’s all it took. He saw fireworks exploding behind his lids. Knox groaned. Bucking into her mouth, he spilled deep into her throat as she drank it down with heavy gulps.

Knox hissed, “Such a good pet.”

Amelia popped off his cock with a slick, lewd sound. His eyes fluttered open. Her fingers moved slowly, working his steadily softening cock back into his pants. When his belt was redone, she knocked three times against the partition. It rolled down and the driver stepped out.

He glared down at her. “And how does he know about that?”

“Please, that’s the universal knock for ‘we’re done fucking’.” She rolled her eyes, crawling up into his lap. The door popped open. Amelia took the offered hand, sliding out of his lap and into the sunshine. Knox followed her out onto the sidewalk nearest the casino.

Chapter eighteen:

Amelia

She wasn’t sure whatto expect. Amelia had been to the Golden Fox multiple times in her life. First, when the girls were teenagers. They’d snuck in with a crowd to see inside the glittering oblivion. The chandeliers were glossy and swinging with the music as they thrummed to champagne-filled air. Fox heads and cute tails were all over the place. All of the staff wore some sort of woodland creature aesthetic to their outfit. Some wore tails that swished with their hips, others wore cute ears pinned to their hair, and a few wore skimpy lingerie that barely constituted as an animal outfit. The dealers all wore suits and deer antlers, all the bartenders had whiskers (cosmetic or real), and all the staff wore big smiles. Machines whirled, towers of dice dinged with use, and people talked. The whole building hummed with life.

The last time they stepped inside the casino, it was to drag the piss drunk Rick across the plum carpet to the car in the parking lot.

Stepping into the casino on the arm of Knox, however, was something out of a fairytale. He sauntered through goldenframed crystal doors, his cane clicking against the luscious carpet. The staff immediately bowed to him. He waved to a few, but otherwise, his eyes were trained forward. Amelia hung on his arm, absorbing the atmosphere with awe.

“It looks different than I remember,” she breathed.

“Well, before, you hated to come here because it meant grabbing Rick.” He caught her chin with two gloved fingers, bringing her gaze back to him. Knox tucked his cane under his armpit, plucking the gloves from his hands. Amelia caught a glimpse of glossy substance across some of his fingertips. Knox tucked the accessories into his coat and slipped out of it. A raccoon decorated elf took his coat and cane, making this disappear.

“Wine? Champagne? Mr. Zrazduel?” she asked, not even truly addressing either, her eyes were trained on the floor.

“Have champagne sent to my office, two glasses, and something sweet to go with it. Inform Hellen I’m here and to meet me, she knows where.”

The raccoon waitress spoke into her lapel where Amelia saw a speaking stone attached to it like a walkie-talkie.That’s so smart.Finally, she looked up and nodded to Knox. Amelia nearly lurched back as she realized why she never looked him in the eye. Their raccoon waitress didn’t have eyes. Empty sockets stared at him. Perfectly decorated, lashes and eyelids painted with chrome and inky black to match her outfit. However, it was the endless abyss where eyes were carved out of her face that put Amelia on edge.

“She said she’ll meet you there. I’ll see about the champagne, any requests for sweets?”

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