“Good.” He leans back and stands up, looking me over like I’m a prize on display. First he removes my corset, deft fingers working a complex system, then unzips the skirt and lifts the top up over my head.
Before I know it, I’m naked in front of him, the only items of clothing left being the pink thong and the hold-ups he leaves on.
“Gods, you’re . . .”
The growl that leaves his lips vibrates off the walls straight down to my balls. Could this get any hotter? I’ve dreamed of this moment since our last night together, how he’ll fill me up and bring me breakfast the next day. A dirty gentleman.
He rumbles around in a chest hidden in the shadows I didn’t see before and comes back with meters upon meters of brown rope.
My dick hardens at the sight. He’s going to tie me up and fuck me into the mattress, isn’t he? Good God, it’s going to be good. So good. I can’t wait.
He yanks me up the bed by both wrists and ties each one to a bedpost, the rope chafing into my skin slightly but not enough to cause damage. I tug on then but can’t move.
I’m stuck in my daemon professor’s bed.
“Now you can’t go anywhere, can’t fuck anyone else, can’t be anything but mine.” There’s an edge to his voice I don’t recognize, a dark tint that echoes in that desperate part of me that wants to be owned by this daemon. “You can scream as loud as you like; no one will come to your rescue.”
Unlike last time, when I had to be quiet (and failed).
My cock weeps, precum pooling in my lace underwear that can’t contain my junk anymore.
As if just now noticing, he looks down and licks his lips. “You always wear thongs?”
I nod. Yes.
“So all those lectures you sat in the front row, your lust distracting my every word, you were hard beneath a lacy thong every time?”
I nod. Yes. Every goddamn time.
He balls his fingers into fists as his eyes stay glued to my balls.
I want him to touch them, to suck them into his mouth like last time and make me come. But he doesn’t. Instead he strips his own shirt with slow precision, like he has all the time in the world now I’m tied up for him. My eyes trace the hairless chest covered in scars, the nipples hardened to a point, and the lean stomach leading to a belt-buckled pair of pants I desperately want to see removed.
His fingers unclasp the belt in a quick audible click without his eyes ever leaving my body. “That guy you were going to fuck? He a regular hookup?”
I consider lying, but I don’t.
The snarl that leaves his lips edges on cruel. “So not a boyfriend or a romantic interest?”
I shake my head. No.
“Good. That’ll be the last time you see him. You’re mine now.” His eyes trail up my body and meet my widened gaze. “Understand?”
I nod. I want to say he’s being ridiculous, that I’m man enough to tell him to fuck off, but I’m not. I want to be his. I want to be his good little human for as long as he’ll have me. I want to live out the fantasy inside my head. I’ll be owned by my daemon if I get the chance.
He whips the belt off and unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His eyes on my leaking cock the entire time.
That’s when I realize he’s not wearing any underwear. His dick springs free in a shocking display of hardness no human man could muster. Well, none that I’ve ever seen. In place of a nice hard cock is a thick rod with three bulges, one at the base, one in the middle, and one in place of a head.
My eyes must give me away, because he says, “You’ll take all of them and enjoy it, little human. I’ll make sure of it.”
I watch as he takes his hand up and down himself, making the bulges even bigger.
Fuck, I want it. I’ve never been shy. I’ve always known that I’ll take as much pleasure from sex as my partner is willing to give, ever since I blew my first load while jacking off to the quarterback beneath the bleachers.
“Like what you see?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his dominant voice.
I nod. Because fuck yeah. I’m never leaving this bed again. Who needs a life when you have cock like that?