Keeping Her

control.

“Yeah baby.  Just like that.”

“I want to taste it.”  She said.  Demon flipped over to his back so fast he bounced.

It surprised a laugh out of her.  “You sure you’re O.K. with this?”  She said following until she leaned over him with an ironic smile.  “I know you had a definite plan in mind.  We can keep on with that if you would rather.”  The sarcasm not lost on Demon, he threw his hands above his head anyway.

“I’m a S.E.A.L. baby.  Adaptation is the name of the game.  Do your worst.”

“How very stoic of you.”

“You have no idea.”

She laughed again while she took a good look at what was presented before her.  A Demon banquet.  All you can eat.  She licked her lips and Demon groaned, his cock springing tighter against his body.

“Keep that up and I’ll blow before we even get started.”

“I’ll be doing the blowing thank you very much.  You stay still; I’m forming my plan of attack.”  She licked her lips again and smiled.  Demon began to sweat.

“Let’s see.”  She said, still making no move to touch.  “Should I lick you like a lollipop or suck your balls, how to begin?”

“Fuck!”  The picture she painted was heaven, and so unexpectedly graphic coming from Clytie that Demon clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her by the hair and shoving balls deep down her throat.  She might not take that the right way.

“I’ve never actually done this before but I like to read and there are quite a few things I want to try.”

“Clytie.  You’re killing me.”  He growled out, right before she took him down her throat as far as she could.  He jackknifed at the stroke of her hot mouth.  She only got about half of his length in, but she more than made up for that with the enthusiastic use of tongue and teeth.  She took her time sometimes licking sometimes sucking.  Both of her hands wrapped around the base of his dick and squeezed along with her mouth until he felt like she was trying to force his seed out.  His hands went to her hair and buried themselves without thought holding her where he needed her as she bobbed and sucked, licked and bit.

“Fuck Clytie, you’re killing me.”  He groaned out, pulling her hair without thought.  “I’m going to come.  Let up baby.”

Instead, she took him to the back of her throat and hummed.  He shot down her throat with a roar while she milked him dry.

Demon was giving his impression of a big boneless cat.  Sprawled out on her bed, he practically purred.  Clytie smiled, leaning over him with her arms folded on his chest.  She licked her lips catching a stray spot of cum.  He was salty and rich, but not unpleasantly so and having Demon completely at her mercy had been a heady feeling.  Overall, one more new thing she could get behind repeating.

Any minute Demon was going to overwhelm her with the heat presently simmering through her veins, but for now, she could think about his demands.  Move in with him?  Have all this any time she wanted?  Should she?  It was beyond ridiculous to move this fast.  On the other hand, what had she been waiting for all these years if not this?

“I think you killed me.”  Demon’s voice interrupted her musings with a grumble.  She looked back at his face but his eyes were still closed.  He pulled her closer against his chest.  “Give me a minute baby and I’ll take care of you.”  He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, his eyes never opened.

She rolled her eyes.  Poor baby.  A week.  She’d pack enough for a week and see what happened.  She had the time and she was more than ready for her first show.  After all these years of being good one week with a sex god did not seem like so much to ask.

“About asking me to move in...”  His eyes popped open and she found herself flat on her back with a very awake Demon leaning over her.

“I wasn’t asking baby.”  He growled.

She rolled her eyes again but spoke before he got all worked up.  “A week.  I have that long before my show.  I’ll spend the time with you if you want.”

Demon narrowed his eyes.  “I’m not a damn tourist attraction you can try out.  I’m sticking Clytie.”

Her eyes widened at his belligerence.  “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what the hell do you mean?”

“Don’t take that tone with me.  I’m not some brainless bimbo you can boss around.  This is my life we’re talking about.”  If Demon hadn’t been smashed against her chest, she would have kicked him.  She also didn’t appreciate that she could feel his excitement against her hip.  It made arguing difficult.  She’d been in a constant state of readiness since waking beside him, and he had to know how wet she was, pressed against her with nothing between them, not even air.  He growled, proving he had indeed noticed her response by grinding up against her.  His cock was ramrod straight and dripping pre-cum as if he hadn’t shot off like a roman candle minutes ago.

After a frustrated curse, his tone softened into a soft demand.  “Tell me what you meant.”

“I have a week where I can do anything I want.  I want to spend time with you.  Is that so bad?”

His face softened minutely, his voice a hard whisper.  “I want more than a week.”

She growled low in her throat with frustration.  “Wanting a week does not mean I intend to drop you when the week’s over.  It just makes more sense to take a little time together before a big commitment.  ”

He thought about it then shifted and entered her in one smooth thrust.  A tight fit, the move might have been painful if she hadn’t been so completely turned on and wet with it.  She gasped, arching her back and unknowingly offering her breasts up like ripe fruit to be plucked.

“A week isn’t going to be enough.  I think you know that.  You want to discuss this logically?  Bullshit.”  He pulled back and ground forward hitting her clit and her sweet spot in one.  She clutched at him, trying to keep her mind in functioning order while her eyes rolled back in her head.  “You need time to admit who you belong to?”  His voice, a hot growl in her ear, he nipped the lobe.  “Fine.  We’re going to stay right here until you forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.”

He pulled out and plunged back in, his hands going under her arms to hold her shoulders and pull for better leverage.  She moaned at the exquisite friction right where she needed it.  In and out, he battered her womb while she clutched him closer and begged for more.  She wrapped her legs around his waist arching up to meet each thrust, her nails bit into his back, her heals dug into his ass and she screamed his name when she came.

He flipped her over, pulled her to her knees, forced his way in from behind.  His teeth clamped down on her shoulder and held her in place with a warning growl.  A hand went to her clit to work her back up to another screaming orgasm.  He followed close behind, the wash of his seed like a hot brand on her womb.

“Ready to move in with me baby?”  His grip was as possessive as his voice while he stroked her.  The hand in her hair pulled through the strands in soft strokes and the kiss he placed on her neck was, well sweet.  The man, a mass of contradictions, somehow made her feel both safe and cared for.  She sighed trying to burrow closer and wondering how she could possibly have fallen in love with a seven-foot alpha male who not only growled but bit to make his point.

“It makes absolutely no sense.”

“Fuck that.  Nothing ever felt this right.”

There it was, the one truth she couldn’t fight.  Nothing had ever felt this right.  He made her laugh.  He blew her mind with great sex.  The way he touched her, cared for her...

What exactly was she protecting here?  She was already falling in love with him.  Seemed a bit late to try to protect her heart.

“All right.”

He froze.  “What?”

“All right.”

“All right what?”

“All right. I’ll move in with you.”

“All right, you’ll move in with me and call me master?”

She snorted out a laugh.  “Nice try.”

Demon flipped her over to her back and leaned over her studying her with earnest eyes.

“You’ll move in with me forever?”