The Demon and His Plaything

Introductions If you have read any of my other stories, this one takes off straight away just the same. If this is your first time, strap in. For new and old, this one has some rougher play than in other books. Fair warning we will see b**m, Dom Sub relationships, bloodplay and multiple partner s****l relations. As a work of fiction, nothing contained herein should be used as a guide nor do I claim to be an expert in these relationships. As a work of fiction, I take full dirty artistic license. So, enjoy... Eve ~*~ The hotel room was quiet. He let himself in, the latch flipped to hold the door open. Pausing for only a moment at the foyer of the large suite, he wondered how long she had been waiting for him. If she had been worried to leave herself so vulnerable. His heart beat with purpose. All the planning and discussions were converging to this point of their first meeting. Excitement coursed through his veins. Any initial doubts of his ability to be up for the task evaporated with the calm knowledge of what he was here for. Waiting patiently for him, she sat sideways on the floor, a blanket spread out under her. Rope crisscrossed her body, face obscured by a leather half-hood. She had gone a step further in their attempt to keep anonymity by affixing a blindfold also. Both leather objects obscured the top half of her face and completely covered her hair. All that was visible was her heart-shaped jawline and plump pink lips. Black rope wrapped across her chest and created a v at the base of her throat. The binding was tight, her breasts emphasised by the constriction caused by the rope. She had tied the box tie herself, waiting for him to tie her hands into it to restrain her arms behind her back. The sound of him entering drew her attention, her chin rising. She breathed in deeply through her nose before exhaling slowly out of her mouth. Cool anticipation could only describe her demeanour. She had to be afraid–what if it wasn't him? And even it being him, she didn't know him. Not really. If she was afraid, she gave no indication. Her legs were kept free to move and she raised herself to her knees as he entered, her pouty lips trembling in anticipation. “Hello, my pet.” She flashed a grin at his greeting. An excited and animalistic grin. A quick glimpse of teeth below the blackness of the hood. “Hello, Godrick.” Her utterance of his name, in a tone dripping with promises, brought a rushing wave of energy to the young man. He walked around her and swiftly tied her hands. Pulling back, he licked his lips and appraised the woman at his feet. Quietly, he removed his clothing. Folding them and setting them down just to give him time to take her in. A quacking anticipation built as the seconds stretched in the silence. "You ready?" Godrick asked softly. Her head tilted to where his voice came from. "Yes, sir." The use of the honorific term made his member twitch with further arousal. “What are you ready for?” He asked, circling her. Her head tilted like she was trying to follow his movements. She shivered at the question. "To be your toy, sir. To give you everything–for you to take it as forcefully as–” Her voice cut off, not sure if he would like her assertiveness. He chuckled lowly at the excitement that had made her words tumble from her. No recourse coming from her impropriety. “And you do this out of the goodness of your heart?” He asked in a playful tone, but with no mistake that he was the one in charge. She paused, hesitating. “Don't keep any of your desires from me,” he cautioned. “No, sir,” she promised, chastened. “What do you get out of this?” “You, sir,” she blurted out. She licked her lips briefly before abruptly adding, “Your c**k, sir.” "Open your mouth." She obeyed. He took a step towards her. She had told him he could do almost whatever he wanted to her. There was really only one rule. He spat in her open mouth. She hummed as her tongue moved the foreign moisture around her maw, before closing and swallowing slowly and purposefully. “Thank you, sir,” she said promptly, reopening her mouth for him, her mouth widening, upturning in a gleefully open smile, her tongue flattening as it extended past her lower lip briefly. He exhaled a breath he didn't realise he was holding. She really was perfect… The tips of his three fingers played along her bottom lip. He then slid them into her waiting mouth. She tilted her face forward to show him she could take him deeply. Wrapping her lips around his digits, she sucked, moaning as she went. His breath quickened, his fingers sliding in and out of her mouth. Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he spoke firmly, "Tell me what you want." "Please let me taste you.” She made a pleased sound as he switched out his fingers for another appendage–slowly running his tip across her bottom lip. Her tongue tasted him and she shifted slightly on her knees. Taking a small step forward, he entered her mouth. Her head tilted, sliding him further past her lips, rocking on her knees. He tested what she could take, pushing deep and then easing off. She made small sounds in her throat but eagerly pushed against him. Emboldened by her wholehearted subservience, he took her head into his hand and pushed as far as he could, holding her in place. He felt the force of her pushing herself onto him and he moaned as her throat convulsed at his intrusion. He pulled out, letting her take a breath. She gulped air and swallowed thickly. Licking her lips, she asked, "Please. Can I have more, sir?" Fuck, he thought as he plunged back into her mouth. He took this gift she was giving him, her complete surrender. "You like choking on my c**k?" He pushed into her throat again. She moaned her affirmative, causing a vibration where his head sat. Withdrawing before he could c*m, he stood back and watched her as she caught her breath. She opened her mouth, assuming incorrectly that he was going to f**k her there again. "Put that ass up in the air." A thrill went up her body. She hesitated for just a second before trying to put her top half on the floor for him while she slid down onto her knees further–he realised she couldn't do this herself easily so he knelt beside her and took her shoulders, tipping her forward so she lay on the top of her chest, her face turning to the side. He hooked her hips and lifted her so she could adjust her knees underneath her better. "Thank you, sir." Her voice wavered, shivers starting to set a shake of a combination of fear and anticipation in her body. He looked at her in this position, noticing for the first time the plug she had in. "Did you get yourself ready for me?" "Sir, yes, sir," she practically purred. He slid his hand over her arse cheek, pulling back and giving her a sharp smack. She cried out in shocked pleasure. "More please, sir." She begged, lifting herself higher for him. He rewarded her with another on her other cheek. Immediately after, he hit her across her s*x, his hand angled so he got her clit, opening and the handle of the plug. She mewled, her whole body shuddering. He spanked her a few more times, emboldened to hit harder as her cries carried her pleasure in them. Her wet p***y captured his eye and he wanted nothing more than for it to capture his c**k–but she had said no to that. Watching how her body reacted, he rubbed her clit and lightly tapped the plug. Her moans were instant. They fed his own needs, his free hand absently stroking himself as he worked her up. With a firm and confident hand, he pulled and twisted the plug–almost removing then pushing it back in. She quickly became a blubbering mess, begging with please sirs, for more. He gently slipped the plug out, dipping his tongue to feel how open she was for him now. She parted for his wet tongue, the bland taste of lube hinted with the typical organic earthy scent. Easily sliding two fingers in, he felt how slick she was–how well prepared she was for him. "You want me to f**k your tight passage?" She choked on her words. Clearing her throat she tried again. "Yes, sir. Please f**k me hard." "You want me to hurt you?" This had to be clarified. She could change her mind, that was the fair agreement for all of this. She groaned in response, her eagerness starting to show as impatience, "Yes, sir. Please." "What if I want to make you feel good?" Her voice had a smile in it, "Hurting me will feel good." Without another word, he knelt behind her, setting just the head at the opening, rocking gently to test just how prepared she was for this. She fought her bonds, trying to push back against him–not satisfied with the slight penetration. There was only a moment of resistance before she opened for him. He let out a moan as his tip entered, her own deep and long. He pushed his full length into her, holding when she cried out, her body tightening reflexively. He made slow and deliberate thrusts, responding to her body's needs. Sweet, Jesus. His thoughts were becoming a jumbled mess as he slowly slid in and out of her. Her hands were tightly clutching where they were tied against the opposite forearms. Her face was tilted to the floor, gasping and mewling. At this point, he really couldn't tell if they were cries of pleasure or pain. She was mumbling something under her breath, her breath hitching with his every thrust into her. He slowed down to hear her–making sure she wasn't telling him to stop. He caught some of her words, "...please, yes… take it… all of me." He wiped his face. This was a lot. His senses felt overloaded. She felt so good after all that anticipation leading up to them meeting. He grabbed the rope as it ran down her back and pulled her upright. Her sounds hitched as he grabbed her around the throat with one hand, instinct ruling his movements as reason was now gone. Her words tumbled out of her. "Thank you, sir. Take my air, sir." He thrust up into her, tightening his hand slightly. Not knowing much about breath play, he took it easy. He reached his other hand and rubbed her clit. She stilled at the pleasurable touch. "You–ahhh–you honour me sir, but you don't have to… ahhh godde– He felt her body respond to the added layer he was placing on her. He twisted her neck so her face tilted towards him, capturing her mouth. He groaned at the juxtaposition of exploring her wet mouth as he plunged into her back hole. She responded to the kiss at first and then pulled her mouth away as she shuddered her release, a great cry accompanying it. Holding fast, so her body didn't push him out, he kept their bodies locked in place. Her body now limp in his arms, he laid her back in front of him and gripped her hips. He fought to keep his rhythm smooth and his thrusts even, but the sheer pleasure of her body turned his movements erratic. The plan was to c*m in her mouth, but he couldn't unsheath himself from her warmth. His moaning became uncontrollable as his seed spilled into her. She tensed under him before relaxing. The change in plan accepted. He groaned as he pulled out of her, watching as his c*m dribbled towards the opening of her p***y. "f**k…" he squeezed her cheeks between his fingers. "You're perfect…" She was quiet. Her breathing had evened out and he even thought for a second she had fallen asleep. "Thank you, sir," she whispered. He felt a little lost now. He sat back on his hunches so they weren't touching anymore. "Can I untie you?" He asked with uncertainty. She twisted her face, then tilted her body so she lay on her side. "Thank you, sir… yes, please." He crawled behind her and released her arms, the rope still tight around her torso. She sighed at the freedom and rolled onto her stomach, her arms coming up to stretch and then pushed down at her sides. He rubbed her shoulders, down to her upper arms. The rope had grazed her skin. He gently traced an indent where the rope had rubbed her skin raw, drawing a small whimper from his pet. He kissed the wound, watching the side of her jaw for her reaction, of which she gave none. She had told him to leave afterwards, that she would self-care alone, but he didn't find it right to just leave. "Can I..?" He didn't know what to offer. He wished they had spoken more about how to finish up. He hadn't imagined her original request to just leave would be so hard to do. She rolled back onto her side, facing away from him and curled into a tight ball. He wanted to hold her. He slid behind her and spooned her–she fit perfectly in his arms. She tensed as he curled around her, further tensing when he kissed the back of her neck and ran a hand down her side. He wanted her to relax with him but her stillness was strained so he rolled away from her. She stayed where she lay, her cap still in place. Not saying another word, he dressed. Looking around once more before he left, he opened his mouth to say something but found no words. He closed the door behind him, making sure it locked. He wondered if she would want to see him again. ~*~ The message came in just as Godrick got home. He had just put his key into the front door, the alert sound customised to tell him it was from her on the app they securely communicated on. It was an image of her unbound body, from neck to thighs, the ropes now gone but the indents and rope burns telling the story of her evening. He exhaled as he studied it, his thoughts on what to respond with. Godrick had stumbled across this by accident–exploring porn out of boredom, going down the rabbit hole into b**m and sub/dom. He hadn't even been sure he wanted to do it in real life. The videos were hot so he'd bit the bullet and joined an online community to explore more. If he was being honest he wanted to see what extremes he was willing to go to. He'd learned early in his teens that he was half demon. His mother had withheld it from him until she was so scared of him and how wild he was becoming. The woman had thought to shock him into controlling his impulses but it had the opposite effect–he'd then left home shortly after, trying to find something to connect with. He and his sub had been speaking over the app for a few months now. When he'd found her on the app he'd been drawn first to her handle, Demon Lover. It had felt apt, almost like fate if such a thing even existed. Her profile said she was a switch rope bunny sub down for rough rope play. They had chatted about what she liked and disliked where he had been vague on his preferences, only because he wasn't sure–he liked to dominate in bed but he hadn't done any bondage before. She very quickly slipped into her submissive language with him, telling him her every move. Even asking when she could masturbate. He liked that. He tested the waters a few times by denying her. The power was intoxicating, alluring and all-consuming sometimes. He was surprised to find he liked it even more when he gave in and gave her permission. After months of virtual play, he realized there was only so much fantasy talk he could take. After the revelation that he needed more from her, he'd been honest–clear that it would be a deal breaker if she was unwilling to meet in person. It had been a gambit–one he was glad had worked out as the alternative to end things with her wasn't the outcome he wanted to his ultimatum. From there it was quick to work out they weren't too far from each other–only a little over an hour's drive apart. He'd pushed them to meet in person. Hard. Despite Her pliant nature, her conditions were unwavering. She had not wanted to meet in person before their first scene, instead relaying what she wanted and them agreeing to ground rules over the phone. Really, they had just been playing but after this… He had never seen her face–she always had it covered from the nose up in their video chats or her head completely cropped out when she sent him pictures. Still trying to phrase his message, another of hers came through. It was a link to a rope configuration, this one included binding around the legs, forcing them to stay bent. Jesus Christ, he thought. I guess that answers if she wanted to see him again. He decided to be bold. Godrick: I'm going to f**k that p***y of yours next time. There was a good minute before she responded. DL: Sorry, sir. I'm saving myself for marriage. He laughed into his empty apartment. Godrick: Then marry me. The ellipses showed for a long time, showing she was writing a response. DL: I am not worthy, sir. You would be displeased. You honour me with your c**k. My mouth and ass are yours. He shook his head. Godrick: If you say so. He threw his phone down and had a quick shower. He didn't dry himself completely, just wrapping the towel around his waist and wandering back to his living room. He saw a number of messages that had come in while he was in the shower. DL: Please don't be mad. DL: I won't prepare next time. You can hurt me as much as you want. She had sent another picture, this one a shot of her breast where she had a clamp on her n****e. It looked painful. "Jeez…" he mumbled. DL: How would you like to punish me until then? He looked up at the ceiling. Godrick: I want you to f**k yourself with your fingers and imagine it's my c**k in your p***y. I'll see you again in one week. Same place and time but I will stay longer this time. I'll bring toys. He shut the app off and turned his phone on silent. He needed to plan. He was already thinking about what he wanted to do next time. ~*~