by Nikki Prince
“You’re always so dominant.” She gave a deep, crooning sound when he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled hard.
No coming, not until I say you can.
Her hands went to the back of his head, and she rocked into his mouth, her head falling back as she closed her eyes.
“You’re not my husband anymore. Hell, you’re not even my boyfriend. Stop telling me what to do.”
Eva, my dear, you’re going to awaken the sleeping dragon. Keep talking.
She cried out as Clay slid two fingers inside her aching pussy and pressed against her g-spot. Rocking into his fingers, she was so close to doing what he’d warned her not to do.
“All I want from you is a fuck. Get that through your thick skull.”
In the next moment his face was inches from hers, though he kept his fingers buried inside her. “You’re not a demon anymore, Eva dearest. Which also brings me to the point that you’re not in control right now, I am. In fact I always have been.”
“But—”
“No buts are wanted. Though if it’s your ass we are talking about, I am willing to negotiate.” His words inflamed her. She gushed around his fingers as fresh cream was produced, and he chuckled. His eyes held the knowledge that he knew she needed him.
“You love it when I take charge of you. You always have, and you always will.”
Clay was right. She’d always wanted to please him, had been willing to do whatever it took to make him happy. He’d made her happy by taking care of her and loving her. At least she had been happy until she thought he’d wanted Lilith. That had been so long ago. What kind of cruel joke was being played now that she had to continue to be with him? She was contrite, but that wasn’t what they wanted.
“You’re right. You’re in charge. I love it when you’re in charge. I adore it when you take what you want. Let me come, please, I need to come so badly.” She whimpered as her inner muscles began to tighten up. Yes, she had stooped to pleading with him, so urgent was her need to get off and fast. Her legs were starting to tremble and if he didn’t say she could come, she’d do it anyway.
Leaning forward, Clay pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Ah, such beautiful words from your lips.” She felt compression on her g-spot as he curled his fingers. “Now come.”
She needed no further urging. Her legs trembled and shook. She came hard, crying out his name as she bucked over and over again. His mouth muffled the rest of her cries. Damn, she’d missed his taste, which was now flavored with her essence. His fingers were still inside of her raising havoc with her senses and causing her orgasm to stretch out in what she considered to be beautiful torture.
When he lifted his lips from hers, she opened her eyes. His brimmed with passion, lust and something else she wasn’t sure she could define even if she wanted to. It scared and thrilled her.
“So much time wasted, Eva.”
“Don’t. Not now, not with your fingers inside of me and me just coming off the best fucking orgasm ever. Please, just let it rest for now?”
“We need to talk. But you’re right—not in this moment. Not when the smell and the taste of you has me so hard that I am close to coming in my pants.”
“Why didn’t you just take me?”
“I have plenty time to fill you, but I wanted to savor you.” He pulled her closer, his hands at her waist as he nuzzled her neck, breathing her in. Eva couldn’t help the sigh of contentment that passed her lips. He pulled her tightly to him, and she squeaked. She was brought flush against him, and she felt the imprint of his cock. He was so close to her aching center. It didn’t matter that she’d just come hard from the ministrations of his magnificent mouth.
“Clay…”
“Eva … I thought you didn’t want any talking?” She couldn’t stop the giggle that passed her lips. She grasped his shirt and pulled it up and off of him. True, she’d been that bold and said that to him.
“Touché.”
She tossed the shirt to the floor and began working on the snaps of his jeans. She tugged them down his waist right along with his boxers and let them fall around his ankles.
Eva fixed her gaze on his body and could not help but admire him. What a fine specimen of a male he was, so virile and hers for the moment. Something she’d wanted since time began. He’d been hers for such a small span of time, and she had to wonder if Kamuel was right. Everything had happened because of her choices.
She caressed her way up his chest then cupped the back of his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Kissing him hard, she nipped at his full bottom lip, caressing the back of his head.
His cock slid along her sodden sheath. She rose against him, wanting to help guide him within her. When he slid in fully, they both let out a shout. She gripped him tighter with her legs. His strong, capable hands gripped her ass and ground her into his thrusting.
Her breath caught. He encircled the rosebud of her ass with his fingers. She shuddered and uttered a sob. He slid his tongue across her earlobe and his hot breath caressed her there.
“I am going to fuck you here, too.”
She knew it wasn’t just talk but a promise. A promise she wanted him to complete. She offered no protest, just nodded. He kept his fingers there, torturing her with the slow swirl as he thrust his cock into her so deeply he hit the mouth of her womb.
“No argument, Eva?” he goaded.
“No, I told you I want this.” She shook her head and then in the next moment arched her body into him as he hit her sweet spot.
Clay was giving grunts and groans of his own, letting her know that he was enjoying this just as much as she was. If she’d ever had any doubts about him wanting her, they were dispelled right then and there.
“Oh damn, damn, damn … fuck!” She couldn’t help the stuttering words as fireworks spread through her body. The whirlwind orgasm ripped through her, leaving her a shuddering mass of nerve endings.
He kept thrusting even through her quaking and as sensitized as her body was, it sent her into another orgasm. His hiss tickled her ear and was her indication that he was coming. Soon she was flooded with his juices that mingled with her own, spilling between her thighs wetting them both.
When her world had stopped spinning, she realized that he was pulling from her. She was about to get up when he told her to stay put. The command in his voice made her purr and yet set her on edge all at the same time. He chuckled as he ran some water on the cloth he’d chosen to clean her.
“When are you going to learn, sweets, that I am the Alpha in this relationship?”
She glared at him sharply. “Is that what this is all about? You showing you have a big dick and can tell the little woman what to do and how to do it?” The audacity of the man always astounded her. The little voice in her head whispered to her that she loved every minute of it.
“It’s how it was supposed to be, Eva. You came from my rib, not the other way around.”
The brush of the towel between her thighs made her tense, as she was still very sensitive there. He cleaned her somewhat gingerly but efficiently and once he was done, he set about cleaning himself. She took that opportunity to jump down from the counter. Grabbing her towel that she’d dropped earlier, she wrapped it around herself. She gave a parting shot over her shoulder.
“Should have thought about that when I picked up that apple.”
His laugh could be heard behind the closed door of the bathroom, and she knew she hadn’t fazed him one bit—she’d only encouraged him.
Chapter Four
“Get up, Eva.” Clay was nudging her shoulder gently.
Eva pulled the covers over her head and growled out a petulant no. She was too warm and snuggly to get up. Why was he waking her up so early in the first place? At least it seemed early. She peeked out from under the comforter and hid her face again quickly. Yes, it was early.
“Why do I have to get up? Let me sleep.”
“You need to get up, so that you can get to the store.”<
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She sat up and smiled at the thought of being able to go out, but she was also going to possibly see Liliana. They needed to get things hashed out and the sooner the better, though it didn’t make her feel warm and fluffy inside.
“Lili isn’t expected to be there today.”
That bitof news deflated her. She sighed and got up.
“You could have warned me that you were going to get me up at the butt ass crack of dawn. I stayed up so fricking late last night.”
“Part of being human is that you have responsibilities you didn’t truly have as a demon. Meaning if you need sleep, as your human body indeed does, then you take your ass to bed on time.”
“Ugh, you’re fucking insufferable.” She glared at him as she got out of the bed and proceeded to the bathroom to shower. “How long do I have before we need to leave?” she called over her shoulder as she entered the restroom.
“You have an hour, but remember if you’re hungry, that time is cut short. To help you out, tell me what you’d like and I’ll have it ready for you.”
“How about some Revoltillo de Pollo, please. That is, if you have time.” Her stomach growled.
Basically she was asking him for scrambled eggs with chicken. He’d made it for her before. One thing that she was finding out was things tasted different than they had before her change. She liked that fact a lot, and damned if Clay wasn’t spoiling her with doing all the cooking.
“It’s good to see you’ve been learning some Puerto Rican words. How can I deny you anything when the lady says please so prettily?”
In answer to his remark, she closed the door on him. Smug ass, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
Through the door she heard him. “I heard that laugh.”
“Oi! Stop bothering me if you expect me to be ready on time.” The closing of the door was her answer from him, and she sauntered toward the shower and got in. Man, she hoped it wasn’t going to be a long day, but as tired as she was, it probably would be.
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A few hours later, she was safely ensconced in the back office and going over inventory that had just come in. It honestly felt good to be back and doing something, though she missed Liliana being there. She was definitely missing Lili after a few hours of having to look at the books and matching everything that came in. This was Lili’s forte, not hers. As far as she could tell, everything was in order so the only thing left to do was to price items and get them put out so customers could buy them.
She moved around the large desk to one of the open boxes and grabbed the first one on top. She grinned as she saw what they were. Cock Rings. But not just any cock rings. These actually vibrated, which was supposed to give the male more pleasure right along with his female partner. It was ribbed to vibrate against her clit. It was also wireless and remote controlled to a distance of ten to twelve feet.
It also had a ten-speed function for the vibration and still managed to be compact and light enough and made of a stretchy silicone material. Mmm, delicious. What fun it would be to use on Clay. Would he ever give her that much power over his pleasure? Hell, if she thought about it, she had an arsenal of items to use on Clay.
If she could treat their relationship like a friend with benefits situation then she could get through this. She couldn’t allow him to have her heart ever again. It had hurt too much before. There was no denying that she wanted him or that they were good in bed together. Fuck, they were good out of the bed together too. Wherever they wound up, it was like instant combustive need. It threatened to consume her if she didn’t watch out.
She wouldn’t let it this time. She’d learn her lesson, be turned back into a demon and go about her business.
“That’s all I need, to be in love with Clay Quinones all over again.”
She said it out loud. She needed to hear it. Knowing what she was up against was her best defense. She glanced back down at the box of cock rings and began to price them. She was buying one today. Nothing like having a little fun with the demon. It would be interesting to see what happened and if he’d let her play. She just hoped poking the monster wouldn’t get her hurt in the process.
Heck, he seriously couldn’t think that she wouldn’t bring work home to test out. He’d be her test subject, and they’d both draw pleasure from it. She giggled as she thought of him being helpless and unable to stop her from having her fun. That brought to mind scarves and cuffs, something that would keep him incapacitated enough the experience would be all about the pleasure he was receiving. Now that was enough to make her wet and needy. She hadn’t gotten off in a day or two, so perhaps a morning delight would make things a bit smoother.
She was constantly on edge, but then that was her fault, as she’d not let him touch her since the incident in the bathroom. She’d been of a mind that she could take care of her needs herself; she didn’t need to complicate anything.
Locking the door so she wouldn’t get any surprise visitors she slipped out of one leg of her dress pants and sat behind the desk. The panties she wore had easy access and were soaked through. Most of that came from thinking about using the cock ring on Clay. The rest came from what she was about to do.
She leaned her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes. Clearing her mind of all other thoughts, she focused on Clay and how much she’d always wanted his touch. It was his fingers sliding against her clit, teasing at her entrance and making her gush her cream. It was his fingers that pressed down hard, making her legs shake.
“Clay…” She heard herself whimper in a voice that was purportedly porn-like.
“Hola precioso.”
She gasped and opened her eyes. There, leaning against the desk with his arms over his broad chest, was Clay. She should have expected it. He was a demon—why wouldn’t he just show up whenever and wherever he wanted to?
She continued to stroke her fingers over her clit. He’d already caught her, so why should she stop because he was there? He seemed to like watching her so she’d give him a show. Standing, she removed her pants and panties completely then relaxed back into her chair. She reclined back farther in the chair and propped her feet on the desk, spreading her legs wide, giving him a grand view of her pussy.
“Is this what you want to see, Clay?”
His response was to continue to smile at her and give her a nod of what she could assume was a go right ahead. Her gaze holding his, she shivered as once again she let her fingers play with her clit. Though he got to his feet and walked around the desk toward her, she didn’t stop for one minute. This was her show, and she held the cards. She’d come when she wanted to come and not before.
He positioned himself behind her and leaned in close, his face pressed to her ear. “Any time you call my name.” He nipped her earlobe. His words seemed incomplete to her, and she had to ask.
“Any time I call your name what?”
“It will bring me to you. We still have that connection.”
As he spoke, he’d placed his hands on the front buttons of her white shirt. Slowly he freed each one from its buttonhole until he spread her shirt wide. She was on display for him, and it thrilled her. Strong, capable hands undid the front clasp of her bra, and he pulled the cups away from her breasts.
Clay was right—there was a connection. There always had been, but she was determined to break it. To have him relinquish his hold on her one way or the other was her goal. But first … first she needed his touch.
The wet heat of his tongue made her whimper as he licked across her earlobe and then down to his neck. He grasped her breasts and tugged at the nipples in unison.
“Don’t stop the show, Eva.” His command ran through her head.
“You need to stop telling me what to do, Clay.”
Though she said this, she couldn’t stop even to prove him wrong. Her thighs were already coated in her juices, and more of it was spilling out in copious amounts as she thrust in two fingers and began to finger fuck herself.
“You have a full s
tore out there, Eva. So are you going to be able to stop yourself from coming so hard that they hear every little sound you make?”
She sobbed and bit her lip. His words affected her in a way that she was sure he wanted. The thought of being the center of attention while coming was thrilling to her. He knew her every little secret.
“I want that, Clay, but not here…” she stuttered out, and swallowing, she tried to sound a bit more convincing, “not here.”
“Then I suggest when you start coming, you press your mouth to my arm and muffle the sound.” He kissed her hard and then nipped her bottom lip. “Now back to making yourself come for me.”
“This wasn’t for you,” she gasped out as the sensations originating from her hand radiated throughout her body. Liar, her body seemed to say.
“That’s my Eva, strong-willed and always ready for a fight even in the midst of a highly erotic situation.” He smacked his fingers against her clit, and she groaned. “Let me let you in on a little secret. This is always for me.”
She was too far gone to argue that point with him, and his smack just sent her into a hard orgasm. With a moan she pressed her mouth to his arm to try to stifle the sound of her coming. When her body finally stopped shaking, she shuddered and opened her eyes. Clay was still looking down at her with a smirk. She watched in awe as he brought his hand up from her pussy and licked his fingers clean.
“I’ve always adored how you taste, Eva.”
She tried to not let his words bring up the jealousies that she’d been holding on to forever. It was time to let those go, right? But the old adage of habits dying hard and all that jazz seriously did apply. She wanted to ask him why he had always seemed to be following after Lili if he adored and wanted her.
Jealousy. It had to stop, but how?
“Shut up and kiss me, Clay.”
He smirked more and leaned back in, kissing her deeply. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her juices as their tongues dueled. Sometimes it was better to not talk. She knew that now.
Chapter Five
