Shitting god… why am I like this?
He walks closer and cocks his head to the side as he examines me. I should be asking so many fucking questions right now, but I can’t seem to spit them out.
He glances around the room and his eyes fixate on the wine bottle sitting on the table against the wall. He opens it up and sets the cork off to the side and pours himself a glass.
“Would you like some?”
If I say yes, maybe he will uncuff me. “Yes. Please. That sounds nice.” I try to say in my nicest tone.
He grins and pours a second glass.
Dax walks over to me, looking incredibly sexy, especially with his mask on. His neck tattoos pop out of his tight, black shirt and I bite my lip as my eyes trail down his muscular arms and stomach.
Jesus Christ… are all demons this sexy and ripped?
The bed dips when he sits, and he sets the wine glass and bottle on the end table next to me.
I watch him cautiously.
Now that he’s closer, I can examine his mask better—designs etched in gold and black swirl around the metal like flames. The patterns dance across the surface, flickering with every light shift.
“Take these off...” I pull on the handcuffs, causing them to tear at my skin more, and I wince.
“What ever happened to manners?” He’s toying with me.
“Pretty please,” I say in my best pathetic voice.
He leans in closer to my face and reaches out towards my wrists. I notice his neck tattoos again and the prominent rune symbol etched into his inner arm—kind of like Adonis’ but with a different mark.
Interesting.
“Tempting...” He says while pulling his hand back.
He pulls a knife out from his pocket, and my heart hammers against my chest.
“I can tell you’re curious… You have questions. I have answers. You are excited. I want to play.” He runs the cold blade up my stomach and cuts the middle of my bra, exposing my full breasts.
“Black is more my color,” he says erotically, pulling the fabric from my chest so it hangs on my arms along with my shirt.
“You see, little dove, being a demon, I can make you feel things.” He waves his hand with a simple flick, and my eyes roll back as I pant for air. I practically come.
“Good girl… Just wait until you actually feel me deep inside of you.” His low voice sends a chill up my body.
God, I love this shit.Relishing in my dark, twisted fantasies.
“You don’t have to wear that mask, none of you do. I’ve seen all your faces.” I finally say after I catch my breath.
Dax eyes the bottle of wine on the end table.
“Oh, but little dove, you like these masks on us. Don’t you? We know what you truly want. What you need.” He runs the sharp edge of the knife down my chest and gently traces my nipple.
“You want to be ravished. Wanted. Needed. Dominated but worshipped… You want what only we can give. Tell me I’m wrong.” The blade stops swirling around my nipple.
His voice alone could make me come. I practically moan over his words. My body betrays me, and I feel the wetness soaking my pussy as I squeeze my legs together.
“That’s what I thought.”
He waves his hand in front of his face, concealing his mask, wherever the hell they keep it.
