Page 117 of The Demon's Captive
“Then yes, I have been,” she coos. “All fucking nigh?—”
I strike her hard across the backside, and she moans. Her thighs shudder.
I do it again, three more times. Each time her screams grow more intense. After the fifth strike, I drop the whip to cup her rosy flesh. My hand slides lower, her little moans making my already hard dick painful as I palm her silky folds.
My lips brush her neck. “You make me feel insane, human.” I kiss her cherry-scented skin.
“Then why are you still here?” she rasps.
“Because I need you.” I use my other hand to untie her gown’s laces, unwrapping her like the gift she is. “You’re fucking perfect, Dahlia. Fucking made for me.” I slide her gown down her body, kicking it across the stall. “Everything about you is so damned good, even your naughty fucking mouth.”
“But you love it, really.” She grins.
“I love you,” I breathe. She turns her head, meeting my gaze with parted lips. “I mean that when I say it, Dahlia. I loveallof you.” I trail kisses down her jaw, towards her breasts. “And I think it’s about time you finally said it back, little monster.”
She snorts. “I love how you punish me.”
A low growl rumbles through me as I hook her thighs around my waist, taking one of her pretty nipples into my mouth. “That's all?” I snarl.
“I love how you’re always so kind to me after we fuck.” She gasps when I bite her. “And how you always take care of me.”
I keep one hand supporting her backside while the other releases her bindings. Her arms fall around my shoulders.
“What else?” I draw back from her breasts.
“I love your family and your castle,” she lists, “and Pumpkin too. Oh, I love Pumpkin to the moon and back again,” she sighs. “Nothing will ever come close to the sheer amount of love I have for that dog?—”
I force her off me, and she whimpers. Grabbing her by her throat, I push her against the wall. She arches her back, ready for me as my fingers slide easily inside her soft walls.
“Dirty slut,” I chuckle at the sight of her. I keep her against the wall for several long moments, easing my fingers in and out, toying with her.
“Tauren, please,” she rasps. I can tell she’s already close. But instead of giving her release or my cock, even though it’s just as desperate as she is, I slide my fingers out.
She groans in protest.
“Look at you,” I tut. “So fucking wet you can barely walk.” I tease her folds again, and she shudders. “You want me to fuck you, Princess?” I growl. “Then start acting like the good little slut I’ve trained you to be and tell me what I want to hear.”
Her thighs clench as I free my straining cock and press it against her entrance.
“Please…” she moans.
“Tell me that you love me.” I grip her hips. “Tell me that you’re all mine, and I’ll treat you like it.” She already is, and I’m already hers, but I need to hear her say it. Just once.Please.
“I do and I am yours,” she whispers.
“Not good enough, sweetheart.” My heart flutters anyway.
“I’m yours!” She nudges her pussy against my cock when I try to pull away. “I belong to you. Only you,” she moans as I sink into her. “And I… I love you.”
I pause, breath ragged. “Do you mean it?”
“I do.” She shudders. “I’ve loved you since you first took me in that cave in the woods – probably before that too, but I never would’ve admitted it.” Her soft tone hardens to a growl after amoment of silence. “Now fuck me before I push you onto the floor and ride you myself.”
My brow shoots up before a grin pulls over my jaw. Gripping her hips, I plunge into her while leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “You just earned yourself another five strikes, little monster.”
