The sun lit the bright room the next morning. Clytie woke up on her stomach, someone’s hands on her ass. The same someone presently between her spread thighs. She started to turn over. She heard a growl and a heavy palm held her down. Right. Demon.
'What are you doing?' She asked sleepily stretching her arms above her.
'I'm paying homage to your ass.'
She laughed into the pillow. Unknowingly jiggling said ass nicely.
'Jesus Clytie, keep that up and you'll have me bawling like a baby.'
'I suppose I'd have to suckle you to my breast then.' He froze at her quip his hands sinking into her hips, he seemed to shake himself.
'Jesus God save me from a woman with brains.'
She laughed. He groaned.
Her laughter abruptly cut off with a gasp when he leaned forward and licked her from clit to anus.
“Demon?!” She would have shot off the bed but he still held her down. “We can’t possibly.” She said a little breathless, but wide-awake. “I’m still sore.”
“I know.” He said, his hands pulling her by her hips up onto her knees. “I just want a little taste.” He spread her knees as wide as they would go, then patted her ass.
“Demon.” This time she was the one growling.
“Just one little orgasm baby, I’ve been thinking about eating this pussy all morning.” His voice was a cajoling murmur, a bit distracted. “I thought you were never going to wake up.”
He licked her again and she was shocked to experience a wet tongue rimming her ass.
'Demon?!'
'I never get tired of hearing you scream my name.'
Two orgasms later, he allowed her to puddle to the bed. He plopped down beside her out of breath, licking his lips and holding his granite hard cock as if he feared it would pop off. The sight of his erection had Clytie finding her second wind and licking suddenly dry lips.
“Demon,” she said her eyes on the hand holding his erection. “There’s something we haven’t done yet.”
The cock twitched, his knuckles went white, and Demon groaned but kept his eyes closed. “I know baby, and I want nothing more than to take that fine ass of yours but you’ll need a little preparation first.”
The shock woke her up fast and had her mouth hanging open. She closed her teeth with a snap. “We are not having anal sex!” She screeched, the sound had Demon popping up and searching the room for enemies. He clutched his chest, and fell back to the mattress. “Jesus Clytie, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
She dropped her voice to a strident whisper. “We are not having anal sex!”
“That’s what I said.” He barked back.
“EVER.” Her eyes were flashing and she had her hand on her ass as if to keep him out.
“But you said...”
She stopped him with a hand up and a tight grimace. “I was referring to taking you in my mouth,” her voice had become more strident with each word but the rest she said quietly but with no less heat. “Not Ass fucking!”
He wanted to argue, but thought better of it. “O.K. We’ll go with your idea.”
Clytie jumped off the bed before he could stop her. “Forget it. I’m no longer in the mood.” She stomped away distracting Demon by the way she jiggled in all the right places. “I’m taking a shower, ALONE. You...” She said motioning in the general direction of his dick. “Take care of that thing. I do not want to see it when I come back.”
The bathroom door slammed with a bang. He glared down at his cock, if anything the damn thing was harder after experiencing Clytie in a fury. Naked.
He pictured what it would be like to have Clytie on her knees, with her hair falling around him taking him in her wet mouth. Or Clytie, on her knees, while he pounded into her amazing Ass. He heard the water start in the bathroom. Clytie in his shower, water sleuthing all over her body while he pounded her up against the wall.
“FUCK!” In self-defense, he grabbed hold of his twitching dick and went to work using the pre-cum seeping from the tip for lubrication. All it took was one fantasy of Clytie with her sweet mouth around his dick and he exploded. He cleaned up with the shirt he had ripped yesterday and tossed the abused cloth in the garbage. Of course as soon as Clytie appeared in nothing but a towel his cock immediately came right back to attention. She opened her mouth to say something, looking a little sheepish, but he had himself in the bathroom and the door slammed before she could speak. Clytie dressed and left the room before he came back out.
He saw her through the surveillance on the inner courtyard. She sat in one of the wood loungers, the fountain gurgled beside her. She was dressed in her jeans, her wrinkled button down top and she had her hair up in a messy bun held by one silver chopstick. A few stray wisps of hair that must have gotten wet in the shower curled down around her neck. Her feet were bare and her eyes were closed.
“She’s clean. Nothing suspicious, full history. She has traveled more than most but checked out.” Mac also studied Clytie.
“Family?”
“One sister she recognizes, a cousin she’s close to, both check out. Had a younger sister who got pregnant, small town, religious family threw her out, Clytie Persephone Jones, born Christine Mary Jones left her family the next day, found her sister in a cheap hotel room. She had committed suicide.”
“Jesus. How old were they?”
“Sister Rebecca Mary was 15. Your girl, 17. Needless to say, Christine Mary was taken back to her family. Left the day she turned 18 and never returned. Changed her name. Put herself through college and art school, worked numerous jobs, including self-defense instructor. She basically reinvented herself. She left to take up art full time. Encaustic. Which is Painting with wax. I had to research. Her only sibling living: Sarah Mary, and yes they all have the same middle name. For the Virgin Mary I expect. Married an air force mechanic. Parents, all the aunts, uncles, and most of the cousins still live in Poteau Oklahoma. A lovely spot, no doubt. I understand they have a Wal-Mart.”
Demon grunted, studying Clytie through the viewer.
“Boyfriends?”
“None I can find, but then she’s been busy. Her sister married young, two kids, boy, girl, dad gone a lot. Helped her sister raise them, got a college degree, and helped her start a successful business, plus the art on the side.”
“Who has time to date?”
“Exactly. Hell, she was in the PTA.” Mac shook his head more than a little impressed. “Recently the brother in law retired. She left the shop and went out on her own. I don’t even think she drew a salary when she worked with her sister. Always had at least one other job at all times. Leases a loft in a bad area, has a studio attached. Has had moderate success with her art and is moving in to the big time with a showing next week at the Paul Gorbin gallery downtown. Had it rough, but she’s golden.”
“I’m keeping her.”
Mac looked him over, raising a brow at the flat statement. “What does she say?”
“I’m working on it.”
“She’s human.”
“She’s mine.”
“Then you need to see this.” He said, pointing at the monitor, and flipping up the volume. When Demon saw Ben, he stood up with a growl.
“Sit down. If she’s going to be around, you need to know.”
Clytie sighed, the sun warm on her face, the tinkle of the fountain soothing. She had never taken a vacation before, but if she did, she would want her time to be like this, only with underwear... and chocolate. She knew she needed to find her purse, check her messages, and come up with a plan on dealing with her first love affair. For all she knew her first one night stand, but she didn’t think so. She hoped Demon didn’t want the 'wam bam, thank you mam,” but what did she know?
A door open and she glanced up to see Ben coming through the glass walls to the garden, from the opposite
