“So, where are we going?” she asked.
Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure. It wasn’t possible for her to live at my place since I lived in hell, but I didn’t keep a place up here, either. So what to do with her? We couldn’t wander the streets aimlessly.
“I can’t take you home with me.”
“Why not?” she asked.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. “Because I live in hell.”
“Oh.” She bit her lip. “So, is it all hellfire and brimstone like in the Bible?”
“There are parts of it that are. The whole place is hot, hotter than anything you’ve felt before, but the place where I live is an upscale apartment. They’re all one level, and there’s an apartment for each Tinta demon. It’s even air conditioned,” I said with a grin. Honestly, we’d all had a good laugh over that one. Air conditioning, in hell?
We continued to walk in silence.
“So why can’t I go home with you?”
I stopped and looked at her with an incredulous expression. “You want me to take you to hell?”
“I want you to take me home with you,” she clarified.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but if she wanted to go home with me, then that was what we’d do. I had a feeling she’d change her mind pretty quick. For one thing, she was going to be bored out of her mind. I didn’t have a TV or computer to occupy her time. Wi-fi and cable weren’t available in hell.
* * *
I tried to see my apartment through her eyes. Sand-colored walls, a chocolate marble floor, and sparse furnishing. A large bed with a chocolate comforter and copper satin sheets dominated the far end of the room. An ornate wooden chest next to the bed, which held sex toys and items Monica would probably find objectionable. I’d never watched her have sex, but I had a feeling she was more of the missionary style kinda gal.
There were two large leather chairs with a small glass table between them. A two-shelf bookshelf sat across from them with a small collection of books -- a combination of classics, the Kama Sutra, erotic works by Sade, as well as a few by Mirabeau. I had a hard time picturing her reading anything by Comte de Mirabeau or the Marquis de Sade. Personally, I enjoyed works by both men, but Monica was a bit too straight laced for something like that. Even the romance novels I’d caught her reading were of the vanilla variety.
“Do you have a bathroom?” she asked softly.
I pointed to the far corner, drawing her attention to a door painted to match the wall. Toting her bag along with her, she scurried through the door, shutting it with a soft click.
When she hadn’t come out a few minutes later, I started to worry.
“Are you okay, Monica?” I called through the door.
“I’m fine, just decided to take a bath.”
Now there was an image I didn’t need! Thinking of her naked, lying in my tub, was an immense turn-on. I got hard just thinking about it.
“I’ll be back shortly. Don’t leave the apartment and don’t let anyone in! I have the only key.” Of course, what I didn’t tell her was that certain demons could blink themselves into my apartment without having to use the door. But it was frowned upon and seldom done.
It was quiet for a moment, but she finally responded. “Okay.”
With a shake of my head, I left the apartment and went to the one place where I could slake my lust -- the pleasure chamber.
Chapter Three
No matter how hard I’d tried, I hadn’t been able to perform with any of the beauties available to me, not even when my fellow demons had offered to share. It wasn’t a problem I’d ever had before, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I knew my cock worked because it got hard just thinking about Monica. So what was the issue?
When I walked into the apartment, the first thing I saw was Monica, stretched out across my bed reading a book, wearing a skimpy satin nightgown. It took everything in me not to turn around and head right back to the pleasure room for a second attempt at curbing my lust. My cock was already throbbing, and I’d only been in the room with her for a few seconds. How was I going to survive the entire night?
“I’m surprised you’re still awake. Time passes differently down here, and it’s well past your bedtime,” I said, alerting her to my presence.
She looked up in surprise, not having heard me come in. “You’re back. I was starting to think you’d abandoned me.”
“I had something to take care of.”
Thankfully she didn’t ask what I’d been doing, but went back to reading. I glanced at the bookshelf and was surprised to find one of Sade’s books missing. She was reading the Marquis de Sade? Now she really had my cock’s attention. I was never going to get the beast to settle down, not at this rate.
“Good book?” I couldn’t resist asking, and the blush that spread across her cheeks just made it even better. She was caught and she knew it.
“I can’t imagine people enjoying stuff like this.”
“Like the book?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s interesting reading, I meant the acts in the book. Who wants to be whipped, tortured, or fondled against their will?”
“Who says they weren’t willing?”
“But why would someone willingly do that?” She looked perplexed.
“Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.”
Really, we needed to change the subject. I could already picture myself stripping her naked, tying her to a table, and having my wicked way with her. While I wasn’t into whips -- very much -- the thought of tying her up held great appeal.
She looked at me in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected that response. “You enjoy stuff like that?”
I shrugged. “Not all of it.”
“But some of it?”
I gave her my wickedest grin. “Some people enjoy being tied up, especially if they receive multiple orgasms.”
Her blush deepened and she looked away. “I wouldn’t know about that.”
What? “You wouldn’t know about which part?”
“Either. I’m not even sure I’ve ever had an orgasm, much less multiple ones.”
Now I wanted her even more, if for no other reason than to show her what pleasure felt like. Poor thing! I knew she’d slept with her previous boyfriends, but I hadn’t realized that it wasn’t enjoyable for her. I’d always made myself scarce during the more intimate moments of her life, trying to give her as much privacy as possible. Now I was wishing I’d stuck around.
“Maybe you just haven’t been with the right man -- yet.”
“Maybe,” she said softly. With a smile, she tossed the book aside and pulled the covers back, sliding underneath them. “Will you turn off the light?”
With a snap of my fingers, the light dimmed. I watched as she snuggled down under the covers and closed her eyes, and then I walked over to the bed. Pulling the edge of the covers back, I slid into the bed and lay back on my pillow.
“Aleixo, what are you doing?” she mumbled sleepily.
“Going to bed.”
Her eyes opened wide. “What? Here? With me?”
I snorted. “Do you see any other place for me to sleep? Of course I’m sleeping in the bed.”
She blinked at me owlishly.
“Get some sleep, Monica.”
Knowing that she was lying within arm’s reach of me, wearing next to nothing, did little to ease my libido. And her words were going to taunt me. Never had an orgasm? That was just a crime. Someone as sweet and delectable as Monica should’ve had several orgasms at a time, rather than not having had one ever. Of course, from what I knew of her, I wasn’t surprised she hadn’t demanded satisfaction from her boyfriends. She was far too meek for that. She’d actually make the perfect submissive, not that I wanted one. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want her. Oh, I wanted her all right, very much.
It was going to be a very long night.
Chapter Four
In the morning, I awoke to find Monica snuggled against me, her l
eg thrown over me, her thigh brushing against my erection. Her hand lay curled against my chest and her head rested on my shoulder. It was torture.
“Monica, you need to wake up.”
She murmured something, still asleep.
I groaned and gently shook her. “Come on, wake up.”
If anything, she snuggled closer, the hand on my chest dropping to my cock. It jumped from the contact, wanting to come out and play.
When her fingers stroked me, I knew I was gone. There was no turning back. I’d done my best to refrain from having sex with my charge, but she was making it damn near impossible.
Turning to face her and rolling her to her back, I cupped one breast, kneading it and tweaking her nipple, making it peak against my hand. She arched against me, her body begging for more. She was so responsive! It made me wonder just what else she would respond to.
My hand slipped down her body and pulled up the edge of her nightgown. When I saw the matching panties, I nearly lost it. Nudging the material aside, I was surprised to see that she shaved.
My long fingers gently caressed the bare lips of her pussy, feeling the proof of her desire. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling how hot and wet she was. Sliding down, I shoved her legs apart with my shoulders and traced the moist lips of her pussy with my tongue.
She gasped and arched off the bed, her hips thrusting upward.
A quick check showed her eyes were still closed. I knew it was wrong to take advantage of her while she was sleeping, but I was a demon -- what else would you expect? I wasn’t exactly known for playing by the rules. And if I could give her a little pleasure while indulging myself, all the better.
My tongue delved into her, tasting her. She was so sweet I moaned in pleasure, my cock hardening to the point of being painful. I lapped at her, making her shiver in delight. Sucking on her clit, I slid two fingers inside her, fucking her with my tongue and my hand.
“Oh, God, Aleixo! Yes! Just like that,” she cried out.
I nearly stopped I was so surprised to hear my name on her lips. I looked up at her face and saw her eyes were open now, watching me. The knowledge that she wanted me as much as I wanted her made the blood in my veins turn to liquid fire, making me hot from the inside out.
I sucked her until she came with a scream, her body coming up off the bed.
With a grin, I wiped her juices from my face and moved over her body. There was no question now as to whether or not she’d ever experienced an orgasm.
“I never… never knew… it could be… like that,” she panted.
“It’s not over yet.”
Tearing her panties from her body and removing her nightgown, I entered her with a long thrust. Her pussy immediately clenched around my cock and she moaned. I thrust hard, wanting to bring her pleasure again. She wrapped her legs around my waist, angling her hips so that I slid in deeper, feeling every inch of her. She was so small I was surprised she could take all of me.
The heat of her pussy seared me, and she grew hotter and wetter by the moment. As I sank into her warmth again and again, something in me shifted. Her scent and velvety softness surrounded me, and I found that I wanted to please her again before taking my own pleasure. When she found her release, her pussy convulsed around my cock, pushing me over the edge. I knew I should have pulled out, but the thought of filling her, marking her as mine, was too tempting to pass up. Not that I could’ve gotten her pregnant, not without wanting to, but from what I’d observed over the years, human women felt differently about these things.
As I slid from her body, I pulled her into my arms. “I guess we solved the problem of you not having an orgasm.”
She giggled and snuggled closer. “That was beyond amazing.”
My cock was already hardening again, but I was worried she might be too tender. I hadn’t exactly been gentle with her.
When she noticed my condition, her eyes widened. “You’re ready again?”
I shrugged. “Tinta demons are known to be insatiable.”
“Do you want me?” she asked shyly.
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“I don’t have much experience, Aleixo, but I get the feeling you can show me a lot. No one’s ever had their mouth on me before. What else is there I don’t know about? Nothing out of that wretched book though.”
Her innocent question made lust blaze within me and before she had time to take another breath, I’d flipped her over onto her knees. Reaching underneath her, I tweaked her clit.
She instinctively thrust back against me, and my cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass, caressing her intimately. She gasped and looked over her shoulder at me in surprise and I grinned, knowing exactly how I was going to take her. Something told me I would be entering virgin territory.
I teased her until she was begging for release, teasing her with my cock, lubricating myself with her juices. Placing the head of my cock against her anus, I let her slowly impale herself on me, letting her be the guide to how much she could take. I wanted to show her new things, but not if it was going to hurt her.
When I was halfway inside of her, she pulled back until the head of my cock slipped out. Before I knew what she was doing, she pressed back against me again, taking me inside even further. As she teased me, taking my cock into her inch by glorious inch, I fought the urge to fuck her.
She was so tight it was exquisite torture. With a gentle pinch of her clit, she came, thrusting back hard and fast, impaling herself on my cock.
Gripping her hips, I began thrusting into her as her body convulsed around me, and soon we were both panting with desire. As I felt another orgasm building inside her, I fucked her with hard, deep strokes, making her take all of me. When she finally came, I allowed myself to let go, coming deep inside her ass.
Afterward, she collapsed on the bed, my cock still buried in her.
“I… I…” She took a breath. “What else is there?”
My cock hardened at her words, taking them as a challenge. “Do you remember the book you were reading last night?”
She nodded, looking apprehensive. I knew she’d said she didn’t want to try anything in the book, but at the same time, I knew she’d enjoy it, too.
“I would never hurt you, but I want to tie you up. Will you let me?”
She seemed to hesitate a moment, and I knew she was thinking about her previous boyfriends and their callous treatment of her. She’d trusted me so far so I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to stretch that trust a little farther. It took her another minute to think things over before coming to her decision.
“Yes,” she answered softly.
I slid from her body and rolled her over. Reaching for the ropes I kept under the edge of the bed, I tied her to the headboard and footboard, spread eagle, completely open to me. There had never been a lovelier sight.
I sucked her nipples, grazing them with my teeth. Leaving her for a moment, I stepped over to my trunk and retrieved a set of silver nipple clamps that were connected by a chain. I grabbed a few more things then returned to the bed. Sucking her nipples again, I licked the hardened buds before attaching a clamp to each one. Her eyes widened, and she gasped in pleasure and what I was sure was a little bit of shock.
With a grin, I held up a satin blindfold. “Trust me?”
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let you tie me to the bed.”
I secured the satin sash around her head, making sure she couldn’t see anything. I wanted to ensure that she would rely on her other senses.
Rubbing my thumb over her gently parted lips, I leaned down for a taste. It wasn’t often I kissed a woman, and certainly none of the women in hell. A kiss was intimate, reserved for that human pastime of making love. Demons didn’t make love. We fucked. And yet, being with Monica felt like more than that. Was this what making love was like? It was a human concept, but I couldn’t think of what else to call it.
Her lips were soft under mine and she tasted sweet, like candy. My tongue slipped inside
for more, wanting more of that sweetness. She sighed in pleasure and began kissing me back. With her soft body lying helpless beneath me and her mouth open and hungry, my lust increased tenfold. Pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock onto the sheets, and I fought the urge to bury myself balls-deep in her pussy and fuck her until I couldn’t stand. But I wanted to tease her and bring her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known before. This need to please her worried me a little, but I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused on my task.
I picked up a small, feathered duster, dipped it in some honey dust, and spread it over her torso. Dipping it again, I trailed it over the lips of her pussy, drawing a moan from her as the feathers softly caressed her. I set it aside and leaned over her, bracing my weight on my arms. My tongue swirled over her skin, lapping up the honeyed concoction. Monica trembled beneath me. Settling between her legs, I breathed in the aroma of her sweet cream and honey. I lapped at the lips of her pussy before sliding between them and gathering her essence on my tongue. With a growl, I began to fuck her in earnest with my mouth, wanting to make her come. With every swipe of my tongue over her slit, a tremor raked her body. I tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps the next time my tongue slid over her hardened nub, and she came in a screaming orgasm.
I wasn’t done yet. I took a moment to clean up, then I gripped her hips, and teased her with the head of my cock. Slipping my hands under her, I parted her ass cheeks and slid two fingers inside her. She was still wet with my seed, and they slid in easily.
I fucked her ass with my fingers, plunging my cock into her pussy, grinding against her, making her take me deep. I pounded into her, holding nothing back. When she came, I doubled my efforts, fucking her faster and harder, driving both of us closer and closer to the brink. She climaxed again within seconds, and as her pussy squeezed my cock, I followed her over the edge.
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