Page 183 of The Demon's Pet

I felt the tie around my wrists fall away and almost cried out in frustration, but immediately, I was flipped on my back. As he knelt atop me, his arms folded, I felt something wrap around my hand and then pull it out and to the side. Looking over, I saw something black and smoky winding around my wrist, the other hand tying itself to one of the tall wooden bedposts.

My other hand followed, and then both of my legs, until they were spread-eagled. I could move slightly, enough to stay relaxed against the bed.

But other than that, I was totally helpless, utterly exposed except for my jeans and underwear and the hanging remnants of my bra.

He put up a hand again, extending the claw on his forefinger, then lowering it to my body without even looking. Slowly, moving as he needed to, he cut through one side of my jeans along my hip, my knee, my calf. Then the other. Then he yanked the jeans away from me. He also unhooked the back of my sports bra and pulled it away.

He moved so that he was kneeling between my legs and looked down at my underwear and licked his lips. Then he leaned down and, as I watched from my trapped position, put a fang at the waistband of my underwear.

I shuddered at the sharpness of it next to such a vulnerable area. He smiled as he put it down on the skin, a cool, poking feeling that made me afraid to even move. My heart was racing, my skin breaking out in sweat, and I was so damn wet it was embarrassing.

What was he going to do?

With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly dragged the fang down, cutting through my underwear. When he reached my clit, he stopped for a second, kissing it, then he tore the rest of my underwear away with his hand.

“Fuck, Cleo, you bring out the demon in me.”

“The feeling is mutual,” I gasped out, utterly caught up in the feel of his breath over my mound, my entire body trapped and at his mercy yet totally available to him.

“Let’s see if you like internal or external orgasms better,” he said, putting his finger up to his mouth to lick it. Then he lowered it over my clit, stroking over it softly, back and forth. Cool air alternating with his hot touch made me buck against him, as much as I could with my tied hands and legs.

Gods, I loved feeling helpless like this.

With him.

Somehow, it was safer than anywhere else in the world.

“I don’t want to choke you,” he said, still moving his finger all too lightly against me as I bucked. “It’s too risky when I’m caught up in incubus mode.” His hand moved up to my neck, caressing it lightly. “Besides, I have so many other amazing things to do with your neck.”

I gasped at the lightness of his touch, the teasing getting me going when I was caught up like this.

“If I’m going to make you feel like you’re dying, it’s going to be through orgasm.” He moved back again and leaned down to put his mouth where his hands had been. He flashed a fang, running it super lightly over my clit, and the pinpoint stimulation sent a sensation through me unlike anything before. It was heightened because of the risk, because I couldn’t move at all or it might hurt.

He just smirked, and I saw him pull back slightly and use his tongue on me instead.

Oh gods, here we go, I thought.

I wanted my hands free to pull his hair. But everything was more sensitive being tied. The bonds didn’t hurt, but they ensured there was no way I could escape the absolutely delicious things he was doing with his mouth.

I bucked against his tongue, which only made him growl and swirl harder. There was nothing I could do. My release was coming. I could feel it like the moment before a tsunami when the sea pulls back and holds before it unleashes.

He sucked hard, just once, and I came, screaming, as my bound body couldn’t thrash against the extreme pleasure flooding my limbs all the way to my toes and fingertips. Behind my eyes, I saw stars. All my mouth could do was call out his name.

And when I opened my eyes again, I saw him watching, waiting patiently, as though he’d only just begun. He probably had.

“That was good,” he said. “Let’s make you squirt. See how your demon likes that.”

“What? What does that mean?”

A devilish smirk was all I got in return. He stroked a hand down to my slit and gently moved through my folds, caressing and opening them. “May I?”

I looked at my bonds. “Seriously?”

His eyes grew a deeper shade of red. “I like my consent enthusiastic. Especially when my prey is tied.”

I swallowed. “Of course. Whatever you do to me, I want it.” Fuck, I wanted it so much.

He sat up a bit, propped on his knees, and lowered his hand to my entrance. I loved being able to see him, his powerful shoulders and beautiful abs and the flexing muscles in his arms as he pushed one finger forward, gently penetrating me.

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