Page 2 of The Monster's Desire

My nipples throb as my cunt locks down. I come, violently trembling as Sam wraps an arm around my middle. He holds me up enough that the cuffs are barely a thought in my mind as I sob against his chest. He circles my clit in teasing taps of his fingers as my pussy clenches in waves.

“I want your cock,” I beg.

Sam hums. “Soon, very fucking soon. But I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”

“I am,” I assure him, nodding wildly.

“You say that every time, doll,” Sam’s voice comes from behind me as he slurps, loudly licking his lips. He has two tones. Both are deep, but one is growly, while the other is gravelly.

It’s a mystery that grows with each session that we share.

“Just a moment and we’ll get these off of you.” Sam brushes his lips against my cheek. Fingers tickle their way down my spine as Sam also manages to kiss his way over my shoulder. It’s mind-boggling. Who needs multiple partners when one demon can be in two places at once?

The warmth disappears from my back and front simultaneously. I hang, suspended by the cuffs clipped to the ring that dangles from the ceiling. This is always the worst part. I imagine he’s changing from his monster form back to the humanoid figure that changes each session.

Sometimes I wonder if I would be as enamored with him if he wasn’t so mysterious. I think I would. None of my other clients are nearly as attentive to every nuance of my body.

“All right.” He tenderly removes the blindfold.

I blink in the fluorescent light. It’s not bright or overly dark, but it’s always an adjustment.

Sam’s warmth meets my back once again as he carefully unbuckles my right hand while his left pulls me to lean against his chest. Once I’m where he wants me, he massages from my upper arm down to my wrist.

“You know the deal. Flex your fingers for me and make a fist.”

I snuggle back against him as we repeat the process on the other side. He’s always very exact with the amount of time we spend together. There’s a set routine, and I know what’s coming next. He turns me to face him and bends down, lifting me. I wrap my hands around his neck and my feet around his ass.

His glamor today is a slender blond with shaggy hair and blue eyes. He’s hot, but I’ve learned during my time at The Den that physical appearance matters very little to me. The best sex I’ve had has been with some of the most unassuming monsters, and I haven’t even taken that step with Sam.

Despite what people believe, sex is only a small facet of my job. Half the time, I feel like a highly paid therapist.

Other times, the client wants someone to look pretty and impress their friends or business associates. Those are actually the least enjoyable appointments.

Maybe I’ve gotten jaded, or maybe I’ve grown into my own.

Either way, I’m lucky because I can now afford to be selective with the clients I see. I could survive just doing work as a fertility witch, but I’m not in a relationship, so I see nothing wrong with continuing to work at The Den for as long as I enjoy it.

“We never managed to shut off your brain completely this session,” Sam murmurs, running his hand down my back. “That’s definitely something to rectify next time.”

“I’ll see you again?” I snuggle deeper into his chest as he takes a seat on the couch near the door. I hate this part of every visit, because I know he’ll be leaving soon. There isn’t another client on my roster who causes an ache in my heart when it’s time for them to go.

It’s so bizarre.

It’s actually becoming a thing for people close to me to insinuate that it’s time for me to cut him out of my schedule. Especially the coworkers with more experience in this type of work.

They’ve beaten it into my head how dangerous it is to grow attached.

And it’s not like I don’t know that.

I’ve had regular clients who missed an appointment and never came back.

I don’t let myself think about that happening with Sam.

I would be devastated. He’s the one who keeps things at arm’s length between us.

“You know I’ll always come back to you.” He tenderly massages my shoulders.

I shouldn’t let myself light up at his words, but I do.

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