Kelly Lucille - Keeping Her

This time she had peanut butter toast and a shower before falling into bed and conking out. She fell asleep thinking about Demon, just like she had every other night. Tomorrow, she would call him tomorrow.

Apparently Demon wasn’t willing to wait that long.

The morning was half gone by the time Clytie awoke. She stretched her arms above her head enjoying the warmth at her back. The hand on her thigh pulled her back tighter against a hard body. A nose burrowed deeper under her hair to nuzzle her neck. Clytie froze, trying to think back to a moment when someone, a naked someone from the feel of it, would have been invited to her bed. No such thought came to mind but she knew it was Demon behind her.

How did he get in? Stupid question. Hello, Security specialist. Was it paranoia on her part to think maybe this wasn’t the first night he had slept in her bed? O.K. yes the thought was a disturbing one. Now the important question: Why was he making a habit of sneaking into her bedroom?

Clytie turned over to face him. His eyes were open.

“Morning baby.” His voice was a rough growl, and immediately her nipples pebbled like he had run his tongue over them.

“Do you make a habit of things like this?”

His hand started making soothing circles on her hip.

“A habit? No.”

“I could get freaked out by this.”

“You could.” His lips found her neck and nuzzled. It made Clytie catch her breath.

“It’s important for me to know that should this relationship end you won’t become some crazed stalker with combat training.” Her little speech would have been more powerful had she not ended with an arch of her neck and a moan, but what can you do?

“Won’t.” He growled low, his lips moving up her neck to just beneath her chin.

“You won’t become a crazed stalker?” Clytie found herself unexpectedly on her back with Demon above her.

“We won’t end.” He said, both hands cupping her face, his weight braced on his elbows. He nipped at her lips and she grabbed his arms for stability.

“We won’t?”

“No.” Intense and possessive, his eyes were hot enough to brand.

“OK.”

“You aren’t afraid of me.” More a command than a question it made Clytie smile.

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

Her smile faded and her eyes became serious. “I missed you.”

“Good.” The wealth of satisfaction in the growled word made her laugh again. His marauding lips captured hers, stating with every thrust of his tongue he had missed her too.

Clyties t-shirt and panties disappeared in shreds under his ruthless hands. She didn’t have the breath left to protest. His hands trailed down to capture a breast, holding it captive for the lips that soon followed. Clytie arched with a gasp and moaned his name, her hands clenching into his hair to hold him in place.

“Oh no baby. I’m driving.” He clamped his teeth down on the breast in warning and she yelped even as heated cream pooled in her sex. She let go of the death grip she had on his hair and he laved her abused nipple with his tongue before trying to suck her breast down his throat. In the mean time, she was so wet and ready her thighs were slick with it. Finally, he left her much-coddled breasts and moved down her body. When she managed to lift her eyelids, it was to see Demon on his knees. Between her thighs, he held her open at the knees engrossed with the view of her spread out before him like some pagan offering.

“So fucking beautiful.” He growled. His eyes finally lifting to meet hers with a fire scarcely banked. “Mine baby.” He cupped her sex inserting his big finger down to the first knuckle. She arched with a cry, loving the way he filled the emptiness he created. “This is mine.”

Clytie might have been able to form some kind of argument against his proprietary claim but at this moment in time, she couldn’t recall why she’d want to bother.

“Demon please.”

“Did you touch yourself without me baby?”

“Did you?”

Demon tsked, “Wrong answer.” He flipped her over leaving her empty once again and smacked her ass.

Clytie squeaked. “I am not a child.” But her independent words lost something with her head buried in the pillow.

“Did you touch yourself?”

“You have got to be kidding.” She growled her frustration. He spanked her again. Not hard, but enough to cause a sting.

“Wrong answer, baby.”

“O.K. Fine. No, I worked.” Between the yearning in her cunt and the pain in her ass, she needed him. “I’m not comfortable doing that.”

“Doing what baby?”

What did she have to do to end this conversation? She tried to turn over and received another swat for her troubles. “Masturbation, you bastard. I’ve never been able to do it!”

Suddenly she was flipped back over to face a smug and horny Demon kneeling between her thighs.

“Good.” His hand went back to a proprietary hold on her pussy. This time he stretched her tight opening with two fingers. “From now on the only one who touches this is me.”

She grabbed him by the hair on either side of his ears bringing his face to hers, and enunciated very clearly. “Then get on with it.”

Demon chuckled. “Not this time, Baby. You don’t answer my phone calls or return my messages. You refuse my date.” He nipped her full bottom lip. “I have to sneak in here just to touch you.” He soothed the bite with his tongue and captured her mouth again, making her groan into his mouth. “You needed a few days. You had it; it sucked. Now we’re going to do things my way.”

His lips were soft on hers, his eyes a hard chocolate steel that made Clytie shiver even as it turned her on. His fingers curved up until he hit the spot that made her moan his name. He pulled out and hovered above her on an elbow, sucking his fingers like a lollypop. She cleared her throat, sinking down a little in the bed beneath him and unable to look away. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

He finished cleaning off his fingers and popped his lips, never taking his eyes from hers. “I’m going to fuck you up one side and down the other until you never even think of saying no to me again. Then we’re going to pack up all your things and move you into my house and into my bed where I know you’re safe and I can touch you whenever I want. No more of this ‘thinking things through’ shit. You’ll have whatever you need. Hell, I’ll build you your own studio if that’s what it takes, we have over 200 acres.

“Just like that? You say it so it must be so?”

He leaned down and bit her none too gently on the shoulder right over his mark. When she tried to hit him, he pulled her hand down and placed it around his hard cock. She forgot about the bite and curled her fingers around the hot length. Her hand did not span the entire width. He shuddered when she tightened her grip and Clytie closed her eyes to better feel him. He was hard, unbelievably hot, and smooth as silk. The veins stood out angrily but the skin was soft. She squeezed him from base to tip and opener her eyes to find him fighting for 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.