it quickly merged into a moan of pleasure that told him I wanted him to do anything but stop. However, stop he did, and again right on the cusp of me coming. I started screaming at him, cursing his name one second and then begging him for it the next. In fact, by the end of the madness, I lost count just how many times he allowed this torture to continue.
But I knew it was taking longer in between times as he knew how close to the edge I was. That most of the time his fingers and lips would only need to be there a minute or two before I was but a gasped breath away from finding my sweet release. And it was one that I knew when it was finally granted, it had the power to tear through me like a fucking tidal wave, crashing through my soul.
Now all he had to do was let me fucking have it, which is precisely why I said,
“Just let me fucking have it!” Yet my demand was met the way it usually was…with amusement.
“I have to say…” he paused long enough to clean my arousal off his fingers before continuing in an entertained tone,
“…it pleases me to know that this experience will make you think twice before running from me again.” I had to say I was too out of my head space to do much more in that moment than just moan another plea for him to end my suffering,
“Yes…Gods, please, please Lucius, don’t do this to me.” His crimson eyes flashed a deeper shade before his grin gave me his answer, making his words no surprise.
“This is but a moment in time for you, my Pet, as hard as that may be, it is still unimaginable to the suffering I was made to endure due to your decision to act against me.” I cried out in horror,
“So, this is fucking payback!”
“But of course, it is,” he replied calmly, making me want to kick out at him, adding the action to my growl of anger.
“How could you do this to me!?” At this he sat up back on his calves and I watched wide eyed like a hungry animal as he freed his hard cock from his black trousers. Then he started pumping the steely shaft in his fist.
Good Gods, but it was hotter than seeing him lick his lips free of my arousal. Which was why my mind could do little but focus on it, and instead of waiting for my answer I whispered a premature,
“Yes, oh thank the Gods!” He chuckled before answering my first question,
“I am no fucking saint, Amelia, I am what I was made to be, born into this life in the belly of the Kingdoms of Hell and that means…I will be obeyed.” He growled this warning, pumping his cock even harder.
“I will be obeyed by not just my people, but by you also, for you will soon learn that when it comes to keeping you safe, there will be no exception made. You. Will. Obey. Me.” He said making me shake my head back and forth as my panic at not being granted my release was making me both furious and desperate.
I felt him crawl back up over me, positioning himself on his knees above me, and a hand came to my jaw to stop me from shaking my head. Then I opened my eyes to see his hand fisting his cock against my belly, before telling me,
“And this…I am sorry to say, my Khuba…I regret that this time, this isn’t for you.” I quickly tore my face from his hold and snarled,
“I will hate you for this!” This was when he lowered down to my face, kissed my neck and muttered with a regretful sigh against my cheek,
“I know you will, Pet.” After this he went back to his usual position between my legs. He added his fingers once more, working me both inside and against my clit, as he alternated the two. I looked down to see him also working his cock, doing so first after switching hands and commanding the demonic metal glove to form something less dangerous around his shaft.
This meant that the talons were gone and the sharp pointed plating was smoothed over his hand in his usual leather glove. I found myself trying to tear my eyes from the sight but watching him now as he pleasured himself over my squirming body, my gaze was locked