Page 45 of Changeling
Curses. I could have lost him.
Iamgoing to lose him.
But at least he will be safe. He won’t be alone anymore.
And he’s mine now.
I dive in for another kiss, ravenous. The demon’s hunger flares as Sebastian’s pleasure intensifies. I lift him, carry him to the bed, and deposit him into the center.
“Skin,” I rasp. It’s an order, and he knows it. I watch, entranced, as he tears his clothes off for me and flings them to the floor. He’s naked and needy among the red and gold satin.
With a tutting sound, I arch my brows at the discarded clothes. “Such a mess. We can’t have that.”
His jaw drops. “Are you serious?”
“Quite. How shall I punish you so this doesn’t happen again?” This earns me the brightening of his cheeks accompanied by an indignant huff. He opens his mouth to answer, probably something cheeky if I’ve come to know him at all, but I speak first. “Ssh, it’s a rhetorical question. You don’t get a say.”
Sebastian pouts as I open the bedside drawer to remove the oil. “Take this, and stroke yourself while I show you how to take care of your things. Don’t come.”
His eyes darken, and he whines his impatience but does what he’s told without further protest, opening the little jar.
I pick up his clothes, then carefully shake out and fold each item. Pants, shirt, underclothes, socks, one by one with meticulous care all the while watching how he likes it.
How firm is his grip? Does he twist his wrist at the crown, linger on the frenulum, or massage his sac? I note every detail to better take him apart later.
“Next time…” I regret the words the moment they’ve left my mouth. There won’t be a next time, will there? I go on, hoping he hasn’t noticed. “When I ask you to disrobe, you’ll treat your things with the respect they deserve, yes?”
Somehow, naked and masturbating, Sebastian still manages to glower. “Is that a rhetorical question?”
Saucy little wench. “It’s a life lesson from me to you, to care for what’s yours.”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” He shifts his gaze from me to his hand around his cock.
For imp’s sake! How did I ever resist him?
“Your turn. Skin.” He bites his lower lip and stares expectantly from half-lidded eyes.
I let him get away with it and disrobe for his pleasure, folding each item and laying it aside as I go. He’s still stroking himself when I’m done, cock glistening with oil, tall and slender like the man it belongs to. Though tonight that cock is mine.
“Look at you.” The words rasp from my throat. “So lovely. So ready for me.”
Sebastian smiles a come-hither smile, parts his legs, and slides one knee high, making the view even more enticing.
I crawl over him into the space he’s made for me and wrap my hand over his. We work his length together, him squirming beneath the barrage, trying to hold back, me studying each reaction, eager to bring him bliss.
My shaft hangs heavy, full and aching, but I ignore it in favor of touching Sebastian. I caress the soft skin of his inner thigh with my free hand. His smooth flesh is heated, flushed beautifully.
“I want to touch you this time,” he murmurs. “Can I?”
The answer is yes. I need his hands on me. But he doesn’t have to know that yet. “Perhaps. If you’re very good.”
His expression hovers between his natural determination to please and the rebellious streak that itches to make demands. I love this dichotomy in him, this internal struggle manifested in an intense stare and parted lips as he nods.
“I’ll be so good,” he purrs. Sultry. The little minx. He knows what he does to me, the power he wields.
“Turn over.”
He obeys, wrangling his slender limbs from around me, and lies on his belly, giving me a glorious view of his bare bottom, the delicate curve of his lower back, and the lean muscles of his shoulders flexing beneath supple skin.
