Page 43 of Demon’s Temptation

The place was silent, utterly.

His cock throbbed painfully and his gut was in knots.

Fuck, please, let her come.

But then he heard it—the door to his apartment closing, the soft snick of the lock being engaged. He sucked in a relieved breath as the faint scent of vanilla hit him.

She was just outside his bedroom door.

What was going through her head? Was she nervous? Turned on? Both?

Several minutes passed before the door was pushed open, and it took everything in him to keep his head down and not drink in the sight of her. He could see her feet. Those boots.

Motherfuck.

He wanted to see what else she was wearing and what was in that bag she held down at her side, nice and low so he got a look at it, so he knew whatever she carried in it was meant for him.

He didn’t speak. He waited, let the anticipation of what was to come build. He wasn’t sure he could even if he wanted to with how tight his vocal cords felt. There was a clatter and a thunk as she placed the bag on the side table.

The muted sound of her boots on the carpet as she moved around the bed came next and then she was standing in front of him.

Chaya stood, feet slightly apart, not a twitch or a sound for several long minutes. All he could do was breathe her in—vanilla mixed with the heady aroma of aroused female. Christ, he was positive he could feel the heat radiating off her.

The female made him crazy. Jesus, she’d had him running around in circles from the minute he met her, constantly pushing him, challenging him. He realized now how much she’d needed this, that she’d been seeking it out the only way she knew how, whether she was aware of it or not. They’d been dancing around each other. Silently screaming for what the other could give them.

Because Brent sure as fuck wouldn’t drop to his knees for just anyone. Christ, Chaya had come alive when he had that first time.

And the only place he wanted to be right then was exactly where he was.

Her breathing had grown heavier, as had the scent of her arousal.

And finally, finally, she slid a finger under his chin and tilted his face up so he could see her. She was flushed, eyes bright. As hungry for him as he was for her. It was written all over her lovely face.

“You have no idea how much you’ve pleased me tonight, Brent.” She licked her lower lip and he felt it across the head of his cock. “Last night I showed you a little of what I expect from my sub. You misbehaved and you were punished.” The pulse at her throat beat steadily. “And tonight you’ll be rewarded for your obedience.”

The muscles in his thighs tightened and his cock felt impossibly heavy. A growl of need was there, crawling up the back of his throat.

“Are you ready, sub?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he murmured.

She took several steps back so he finally had a better view of her. While she stood outside his door she’d obviously changed. She was wearing a garter and panties in electric blue, paired with black stockings and a black corset. She took his breath away.

Her gaze dropped to his dick and there was no mistaking she liked what she saw. Her head tipped to the side a little, then her eyes came back to his. “Have you been thinking about tasting my pussy again?”

The growl did come then. Christ, there was no holding it back. “Yes, Mistress.”

Her gaze remained firm. “Good.” She reached down and ran her fingers lightly over her lace-covered pussy. “Do you want me to use that big cock of yours, Brent? Do you want me to ride you until you can’t take another second?”

He groaned. “I could fuck you right now if you wanted me to. Fuck you so hard you’d come screaming my name in minutes,” he said, so turned on he forgot himself completely.

She moved in, slid her fingers in his hair, fisted, and shoved his head back. “Is that the way you speak to your mistress? Did I ask for your opinion?”

He almost came then and there. “No, Mistress,” he choked out.

She stared at him narrow eyed. “Looks like you’ll need punishing after all.” As he swayed forward, she stepped back. “On your hands and knees. Now.”

He didn’t speak because he hadn’t been asked a direct question and quickly did as she said, anticipation buzzing through his veins. She was a fast learner. Chaya had him fucking on the verge of coming and she’d only been in the room fifteen minutes.