contact as he slides me slowly down the front of his body, ensuring I feel the massive erection there. He smacks my ass, but lightly. “Change. Zolroth left an outfit out for you.”
I swallow hard but don’t turn and follow his instructions. Not yet. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings! I don’t want to hurt any of their feelings!
It’s just so much. All five at once… I just… I knew Van would be gentle. I know he’s an expert… One at a time is less intimidating… I search through my head for the words that would make this better.
“You don’t have to make it better, princess. I know we’re a lot.”
“Aw, shit, I thought out loud again, didn’t I?” My cheeks are as bright as Bing cherries.
“Yes.” Raz grins darkly before he leans down, and his hot breath brushes against my ear as he says, “Besides, I know I was first. I had you first here.” He touches my temple.
I realize he’s right. He had me in my dreams. That perfect, unbelievable moment in the clouds re-enters my mind, and I stare up at him, suddenly completely uninterested in going to Heaven. My mouth dries out when I remember what he did to me.
“Nope. Not gonna happen, baby doll. You’ve been a bad girl. Not gonna give you what you think you want right now. Besides, I’ll bet that little pussy is sore.” He grabs my shoulders and spins me around. His dick presses into my back as he steps up behind me, then reaches down and cups my breasts in his big hands, his thumbs flicking over my nipples through my thin shirt and the lace of my bra—damn, my panties are gooey-er than a cinnamon roll right now—before releasing them and pressing on the top of my back, forcing me to step forward.
“Now, I want to watch you change for me.”
I bite my lip and stumble dazedly to the bed. Zolroth has laid out a short, electric blue dress for me that will make my eyes pop and contrast my pink locks. Paired with the dress are some black pantyhose with seams up the back. And…no bra or panties.
“He forgot some—”
“He didn’t forget. Now change.”
Oh.
Why is it I was totally okay stripping for Van just a few hours ago, but now, I feel totally intimidated about doing the same for Raz? It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked. It’s not like his mouth hasn’t been all over my body…
“Do you need help, princess?” a surly voice whispers at my ear, and I realize that he’s come up behind me.
I nod, and suddenly, all thought flees from me. I turn into a thudding pulse, a pulsing heat, a heated glow as Raz gently takes everything off of me. When I’m naked, he turns me around and has me sit on the bed as he rolls the pantyhose up my legs, his rough fingers scratchy, even through the silky material.
His breathing grows shallower.
So does mine.
But once my pantyhose are on, he slides the dress down over my head and buttons it at the back. Then he slides on my shoes, before holding out a hand. “Come on, baby girl.”
I want to stomp my foot. I want to throw a fit. I want to call Jason in here and have him gnaw on Raz’s hand. Where’s my orgasm?
Raz grins. “I can see the brat in you surfacing.” He smacks my ass lightly. “Well, this is what you get when you don’t play with me.” He grabs my hand this time, instead of letting me choose to reach for him. He pulls me towards the door. “If you’re a good girl, then maybe I’ll play with you later.”
I swallow hard and nod, even though he can’t see it. Because I desperately want what he’s offering. It isn’t until I’m in the van and we’re halfway to the other demon murder’s place that I realize…I don’t know what being a “good girl” means to a demon. Does it actually mean bad? Fuck! I have no clue. I just know that I super desperately, absolutely must find out.
I’m laughing my ass off, slightly tipsy off some moonshine, as Dajiel, the lust demon, tells us about this human girl he’s “converting.”
“Oh yeah, she likes some kinky-ass shit! The other day, she wanted to cage my dick. Literally. She had a cock cage, but it was literally for something the size of my middle finger. She couldn’t even get it on me.” He shakes