Page 1 of The Monster's Desire

ChapterOne

Nadia

My sweaty chest heaves as I pant, writhing and wishing I was tied to the wall, so I’d have something to lean against. The padded leather cuffs dig into my wrists as pain sizzles across my ass. The sharp sting on my rear end deadens the ache in my hands.

I groan, wiggling my hips.

Another couple of smacks like that, and I’ll hit subspace. It’s not something I’d feel comfortable doing with every client—hell, it isn’t something I’d entrust to every sexual partner I’ve had—but I trust Sam. Which is weird, because he’s a demon who enjoys tormenting me, but he’s also a very attentive lover.

Another forceful smack lands, this time across my lower ass cheek, where it meets my thigh. I suck in a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes tight, despite the fact I’m blindfolded.

“That’s a good girl,” Sam murmurs, kissing my jaw. He cups my tits with both hands, flicking calloused fingers over my nipples, making me clench my knees. My legs shake violently as my toes dance around the floor.

The blindfold doesn’t allow me to see what’s happening, so I’m baffled when another painful slap lands on my right ass cheek. I’ve only got one client in the room with me, and I can feel him framing my front. So, who the hell keeps smacking my ass?

“You’re thinking again, love.” Sam kisses my jaw once more.

“That was very close to breaking my rule.” Okay, so it’s super freaking cliché, but I don’t care. If I choose to kiss my partner, that’s one thing. But while I’m tied up and unable to see what’s happening, I’m very clear about my limits. I don’t feel guilty about that in the least.

He gently rakes his teeth down my throat. “Always so feisty.”

Another playful slap lands against my ass, but I can feel Sam’s warmth radiating against my front. I swear, sometimes it feels like the world is screwing with me.

I’ve been at The Monster’s Den long enough that my schedule is completely booked with regulars. However, once a week, I see Sam. The thing about Sam is, he never wears the same face twice—or the same body, for that matter. It’s weird as hell, even for the supernatural world. I’ve got no clue what type of demon he is or how he can afford a new glamor every week, but that’s not the kind of thing I focus on too much.

Or I didn’t before I started having a tiny crush on him.

It’s weird, I know.

I’ve never developed any type of attachment to a client before, and the strangeness factor is ratcheted even higher because I don’t know what he looks like.

“Ass back for me, doll.” This time, Sam’s voice comes from behind me, but I can still feel his face brushing mine as he licks down my neck. I comply, spreading my feet and popping my backside farther toward the voice. “That’s my good girl.”

A long, forked tongue flicks over my drenched sex before hands land on my hips, pulling me farther apart.

I gasp, even as my arms ache from blood loss. No matter how intense any of our sessions have gotten, Sam never fails to check in. He’s excellent at pushing me to the line, but never dipping a toe across it.

“Do you like being tongue fucked, love?” he taunts, his warm breath fanning against the shell of my ear.

“You know I do,” I moan as fingers brush my clit from the front while I’m still getting teased with his mouth from behind.

The mystery only makes me more obsessed with him.

Some of my clients are self-conscious about their monster forms, but I do everything in my power to put them at ease. It’s beyond frustrating that I’ve managed to reach that level of vulnerability and trust with all my regularsoutsideof Sam.

I’ve put a lot of thought into it.

Originally, I was convinced he’s some type of hybrid with tentacles. Only, what I’m feeling now is most definitely a tongue.

Sam licks his way from my jaw to my right tit and sucks my nipple with teasing flicks.

What monster has two tongues?

Sam grips my pussy lips, teasing them up and down while brushing his finger over my clit. Pleasure courses through me as several painful smacks land against my ass and thigh.

“More, please,” I sob. The leather cuffs dig into my hands as I dance around, wiggling about as I chase my orgasm. It’s very clear there are four hands touching me. Two pulling my hips up and forward from behind and two on my front. I don’t care if he’s an arachnid demon, as long as he keeps tonguing my pussy like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. “Sam, just like that! Please,please, please.”

“You beg so fucking beautifully,” he growls, sounding truly demonic. “Come, love.”

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