Page 10 of No Sugar Coating It

The ropes lower themselves a few inches so that I now hover at Faith’s waist. She slips her claws over her apron and begins to untie it from the neck. The display is agonizing as she teases the apron open, then wriggles the dress lower, threatening to spill her breasts free. I’ve been fantasizing about her naked ever since I laid eyes on her, and now it seems I’ll finally be able to put my curiosity to rest. When she finally shimmies the dress down to her waist, she lets it fall to the floor.

Her large breasts spring free, and I suck in an aroused gasp. Faith’s dark red nipples, so round and inviting, look perfect. I imagine myself pinching them, sucking on them until she comes undone underneath me. But again, I remind myself, that’s not going to happen because I’m hers. Hers to do whatever shewants with, to torment. Her little fuck toy. The prospect sends a sharp thrill straight into my cock.

When she steps in front of me, her long, delicate tail dragging behind her, she runs her claws through my hair again. “What would you do to these if you had a choice, I wonder?”

I gnaw on my bottom lip as I try not to stare at her tits. They’re mesmerizing and so, so round… but I jerk my gaze away. I’m already brutally hard enough as it is. I don’t need to bust my load before we’ve even truly started. Besides, I’m pretty sure she’d remove something vital from my body if I did.

“Answer me,” she hisses, snapping my chin between her claws and lifting my gaze to her chest. “What. Would. You. Do?”

“I… I would suck on them,” I say, then flick my tongue over my bottom lip as she presses her breasts together. She squishes and plays with them, letting them drop several times before ruffling my hair like I’m a little boy. It’s humiliating. But I suppose that’s the point.

“That’s it? You vanilla Earth mortals are so unimaginative,” she says, then tuts gently. “There are so many more things you can do than suck on a tit.” She snaps her fingers again, and a silver pair of nipple clamps appear in her hands. Judging from the make and quality of the toy, they look pretty expensive. Except she just magicked them into thin air, so I suppose that’s a moot point. “Would you like me to try them on you?”

I know she wants me to say yes, even though I’m not so sure I’m keen on the idea of having my nipples smashed between metal. “I…I don’t…”

Sensing my apprehension, she runs a single claw down my cheek and nods. “It’s okay. Look, these are pretty tame as far as pain goes. Let me show you, but on myself.” Faith holds up the clamps and squeezes one open to demonstrate, then closes it over one of her hardened nipples. She lets out a soft gasp, and my cock throbs. More precum spills from my head and falls tothe floor in droplets, pattering against the tiles. Then she places the other onto the other nipple and the chain hangs between her breasts like a low-hanging necklace. The chain twinkles in the sliver of sunlight that trickles in through the blinds, and I’m momentarily stunned. Goddamn, she is a sight to behold like that. So pretty and dressed up.

“Ta da. Simple,” she says, and gives a little twirl. I can’t help but chuckle. For a Hell demon, she’s fun, unlike most people I meet these days, who are primarily focused on how much money they can make. A little demonic ball of sunshine. The desire to please her overwhelms my apprehension, canceling it out. What’s the harm in a little experimentation? They’re just nipple clamps, after all.

“Okay, I’m game,” I say.

Faith flashes me her fangs again and steps towards me, the silver chain tinkling with every movement.

8

FAITH

My new sub squirms in the air as I fasten each nipple clamp to his soft, malleable flesh. The whimpers he makes are music to my ears, of course, but I want him screaming. Call it instinct if you want, but I believe it’s the passion for my craft. Once I’m satisfied with the way the silver dangles, the light reflecting off it and glinting with mesmerizing magic, I walk behind him where he can’t see me. He lets out a strangled, almost panicked gasp. I smack him on the ass and tut.

“Relax. I’m not leaving you there to rot,” I say, then snap my fingers. An enormous purple and pink swirl lollipop appears in my hand. I give it a lick and hum. Oh. Lemon flavor. Disgusting.

Then I run my fingers over the sugary treat until they’re covered in the candy. Rubbing my fingers together, I position myself directly behind my sub. “I’m going to touch you again,” I say. “Just relax.”

He lets out another moan as his entire body clenches in anticipation. This won’t do. He won’t enjoy any of it or submit well if he’s this tight. I run my fingers along his spine in a petting motion until his skin pebbles and all his delicate little hairs stand on end.

“Trust me,” I coo. Rich, coming from a demon straight out of Hell, but this guy is a special case. I slide my lollipop-coated finger around the outside of his ass, just around his tight hole. “How does this feel?”

“Sticky,” he says. “What is that?”

I let out a soft chuckle. “A lollipop made of lemon-flavored lube.”

“What?”

I snort. “I know. I tried to summon one that tasted like strawberry, but I guess my even magic has it limits outside of Hell.”

He wriggles, and I dig my claws into his ass to stop him.

“But what about—”

This time, I lower myself and sink my fangs into his ass and bite it like it’s a juicy red apple. Not hard enough to break the skin, of course, just enough to get him to stop his yammering. “That’s enough out of you. Unless you need to safe out, I want you quiet for this next part.”

“Yes, Faith,” he whispers hoarsely. Good. That’s what I like to hear. I insert one of my lubed fingers into his ass and relish the soft grunts he makes as he wriggles back and forth. Those vines, despite being made of candy, are holding him well. I draw my finger in and out of him, delighting in how tight he is. This ass? All mine. This human? Also mine.

At least for now.

I lick his entrance, taking my sweet time, letting my forked tongue run up and down his crevice. Sometimes the intrusive thoughts win. Sometimes it’s just fun to do something new. When you get to be my age, you’ve seen and done it all. But I’ve never put my mouth on a damned soul before. There’s a first time for everything, or so they say, and this might be my last day on the job. I’m going to make every second count.

“Mm, your sweat tastes so sweet,” I murmur as I bury my nose in his ass. My tongue darts in and out of his hole, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan that sends heat straight into my two clits. “Yes, you like that, don’t you? My sweet little plaything enjoys having his ass eaten. Filthy boy.” I slap his ass again for good measure and find myself moaning right along with him. This is getting exciting, apparently for both of us.

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