Jesus Christ. He really could do anything to me right now. Maybe the realization should have been frightening? It wasn’t... although it still sent my heart thrumming excitedly against the barrier of my ribs. For now, he seemed content to admire his handiwork, leaning one hand behind him on the ledge where he was sitting.
Eventually, I couldn’t stand the anticipation any more.
“All right... so you’ve got me. Now, what are you going to do to me?” I asked, trying to make the words come out in a challenging tone, rather than a breathless one.
Rans smiled his most dangerous smile, and reached back to flick the switch that controlled the tub’s jets. Warm water bubbled around me, rolling across nerves that were already stretched taut with need.
“Oh... I’m going to do all sorts of things to you, love,” he said with relish, and reached into the water to grasp my hips. With a steady pull, he dragged my body toward the other end of the tub, until my bound wrists were stretched behind me. “Not to worry—I’ll make sure you’ve been thoroughly used by the time I’m done. For now, though, I believe we’ll start with this... mostly because I’m curious to see how you decide to play things.”
He swung his legs over the edge of the bath and stepped over me, one foot on either side of my body. For a long moment, I looked up at him from my bound position in the water, and he looked down at me, watching my expression. From this angle, I could hardly fail to notice his dick jutting out between us, hard and ready.
When he lowered himself into a kneeling position that straddled my chest, I sucked in a surprised gasp, my stomach swooping oddly. Though he kept most of his weight off of me, the movement still pressed my upper body further against the bottom of the tub, while his added bulk simultaneously raised the tub’s water level. Now I had to crane upward, tilting my chin up to keep my head above the surface. Water from the jets churned and bubbled, tickling my ears and splashing against my jaw. There was nothing to brace against, and the feeling of helplessness increased exponentially as I squirmed beneath him—trying to gain more breathing room and failing utterly.
What I did succeed in doing was brushing my lips against the tip of his cock, which was poised right in front of me. I seriously doubted the suggestive position was an accident, so at least for now, this was apparently the game. The part of me that reveled in sex and seduction was ready and willing to play it.
I eyed his thick erection. “What? You think I’m going to suck that for you while you’ve got me trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey? Pfft. Dream on,” I taunted, because poking the man-eating tiger with a stick to see what he’d do was a totally reasonable response in this situation.
Rans looked down at me with thinly veiled amusement. “Oh... that’s completely up to you, love,” he said. “I’m more than happy to offer you an alternative option. Although, while I might find that alternative rather cathartic, I don’t know how much you’ll like it.”
With that, he lifted one hand and rested a single finger in the center of my forehead. His eyebrows rose in challenge. My gaze widened in disbelief.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I scoffed, because apparently I was an idiot and still didn’t know him at all.
“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, and gave a gentle push.
With absolutely no leverage to counter him, down I went, the water closing over my head. The finger held steady for a second or two and disappeared, at which point I burst to the surface, spluttering and blinking my eyes clear. I gaped at him, scandalized, even as my inner demon rubbed her hands together in glee at the prospect that Rans might finally be ready to play rough.
For now, though, the human part of me won out. “I cannot believe you just did that!”
He snorted. “You forget. Not only have I seen your enviable form while performing the butterfly stroke in Guthrie’s swim spa, but I was also the recipient of a decidedly competent underwater blowjob in his Jacuzzi not so very long ago.”
And... okay. He kind of had me there. Yes, I’d gone out for swim team in grade school, before my health issues started to pile on during puberty. And while I hadn’t exactly been a top pick for the Junior Olympics, I was both competent and comfortable under the water.
I also might have been showing off just a tiny bit on the occasion in question when we’d defiled Guthrie’s innocent hot tub—trying to impress my experienced vampire lover by bobbing for his cock beneath the surface like an enthusiastic trick-or-treater bobbing for apples. He’d seemed to enjoy it at the time, but it looked like I might be about to reap the consequences of that little stunt now.
“Smug bastard,” I muttered.
“Well... you’re half right, pet. But as it happens, my parents were duly wed by the local parish priest years before I came along,” Rans said conversationally, and pushed me down again.
I came up and spat water, ignoring the sting in my eyes so I could glare at him. “Ever heard of pegging?” I asked. “I read about it in a book once. Maybe I’ll take it up as a new hobby the next time the tables are turned, and I’ve got you trussed up at my mercy.”
Rans shrugged. “If you like. Ask nicely, and I might even help you pick out the strap-on.” His tone was still casual—totally unconcerned by my threat. “Though you’ll need to figure your way out of your current dilemma first, I should think.”
I drew breath to reply, but ended up bubbling it away beneath the surface instead. And... yeah. This scene should not be turning me on as much as it was. Christ, we demons were a bunch
