by Lia Davis
"Tonight I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of his shirt. "You always told me to take control."
He shook his head. "A lesson you learned well."
She reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time, but tonight I am the one you need."
He grabbed her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."
She stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me, Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing herself for his retaliation.
"I thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He pressed his palm to the side of her face.
Heat radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book."
His jaw tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."
"You came back." Her heart rate increased, but she stayed her ground, pushing until she got her desired end.
"You made me promise."
"Who says a demon keeps a promise? Aren't you supposed to lure unsuspecting woman into your depraved traps? Why would you keep a promise to a mistake?"
"Because I'm forced to." He never took his eyes off her and moved his hand down her cheek to her neck. "Maybe the biggest mistake I made was not realizing how unsuspecting you are." His hand traveled to her chin where he rested his thumb on her lower lip. "You only want what you want, and you don't even know what that is."
"My wants are the only reality there is. I have the power." Fire flashed in his eyes as she practically quoted him. His finger moved with her lip.
"Fine, you will at last get what you want. Your reality tonight will be to see what a real demon can do." He pressed his thumb down and smeared her lipstick down her chin.
She pushed herself into him. "Promise?"
Two paths faced Dolan the moment he materialized. He could convince his naughty protégé to let him leave, or he would have to use her to complete his job. All other options were gone, vanished like he did at sunrise. There were no more chances or explanations. Not after last time when she let him go and he did nothing.
Tonight the cravings and urges were more intense than ever, as if the powers that be turned up the volume to force him to act. Now when presented with a Leora who was even more magnificent than last time and just as selfish, he had his answer.
At long last, she would get her wish.
He moved his hand away from her mouth, her red lipstick staining his thumb and his chin, a metaphor for her blood. "Leora."
"It's your choice, Dolan." She snaked her arms around his waist and looked up at him as a willing victim.
His human body took no time reacting to her attention. He ground his teeth together, in a last effort to resist. Her red hair hung halfway down her back in a vibrant, shining ribbon that framed those gleaming grey eyes. The red lipstick she used to entice him worked, and he tried marring her perfect application to remind himself of his nature.
Yes, she was perfection. Her burgundy wrap dress took the shape of every curve, and the low cut neckline let him take in her endless cleavage, an indulgence he never let himself have.
"I won't beg, Dolan, but I won't let you go." She lifted her chin to him in challenge. "You took my life. I won't wait anymore."
"You destroyed my existence." The time between was now spent in isolation or worse.
"For all I care, you can stand here with your hard-on all night. It’s your decision how to use it." She slithered her hand down his leg and traced the outline of his erection.
His cock jerked under her touch, sending heated need throughout him. He wouldn't spend another visit unfulfilled and suffering. It was time to turn the odds in his favor. He knew she would be a beauty, but he made sure she would be a bitch. She deserved this and his choice was made. He grabbed her face to ensure she caught his gaze. "You will never know satisfaction again." He needed to remind himself that she was simply another human.
"Do you promise?" She narrowed her eyes and gave him a squeeze.
He held himself steady, wouldn't give her any hint as to the effect she was having on him. "Yes, I do." He tightened his hold and waited for her to officially accept.
"I want you, Dolan. I want everything you've ever denied me. It's all mine." Her breath caught. "I always told you that you're mine."
Success, and with success came satisfaction. Though they hadn't yet begun, his balls swelled along with his need. Last time, he wanted her but saved her. By the time the sun he never saw rose, he would be satiated and she would be broken. He reached down to the tie on her dress and unknotted it, pulling the fabric apart. "Then you shall have it." He bent down and buried his face in her breasts to hide a smile. She knew what he was, but didn't know exactly what he did. In her mind an incubus was a sexy creature that doled out evil pleasure. What she never found out was there were many different types.
At long last he would have his release and get retribution for all she took from him. Tonight he would take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness. Her orgasm.
Dolan was magic. A mystical being of the night, one who could create art out of nothing, or heal her, one who made her safe. He was constant. Even if it was every four years.
He told her she would never know satisfaction again. She added that into the many rules he gave her throughout the years. But for the first time, he was wrong. She may never know satisfaction again, but she’d never had satisfaction before. There had been other men, but no right one, no Dolan.
He was hers, and he always returned.
He was magic.
She had to make him want her.
Her dress didn't require anything but untying a simple bow to fall open. With one shrug of her shoulders, the garment fell to the floor. Now she stood before him in a burgundy lace bra, matching barely-there panties, and the over-priced stilettoes. The way he instantly feasted on her breasts let her know she made the right decision. The way her body tingled and heated at his ministrations told her he was the one.
Before they moved forward, she pulled him up. Things had to be even.
He stood. "Do you need something?" The corner of his mouth twitched as if fighting a smile.
She reached forward and unbuttoned his shirt. As she suspected, he presented her with a vast expanse of smooth chest, only interrupted by the outlines of his muscles and his own set of hard nipples. At last, after all this time she was able to really touch him, and she petted across the landscape he provided.
"I see you approve." His hand returned to her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple, keeping her arousal growing.
She moved closer and licked her lips, preparing herself for their first kiss of the night.
He tilted his head back not giving her access to his mouth, but instead to his neck.
"All right." She redirected herself, sucked his neck and his Adam's apple, sampling his unexpected sweet taste. She scratched her nail down his chest until her hand hit his belt buckle. With one hand, she undid the buckle as well as the button and zipper to his pants.
He wore no underwear and she reached in and retrieved her prize.
His erection sprung to life, and she swept her fingers up and down his ample length, made even more spectacular since this area matched his chest and was hairless. However, the most outstanding attribute was its girth. Thick and solid, there was no way she would be able wrap her hand all the way around him. She wanted him inside her. This was hers to take.
"Harder." He put his hand over hers and squeezed.
She heeded his command and tightened her hold, taking in his velvet skin that encased pure muscle.
"That's good, Leora." He rubbed her back, put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down.
At first she resisted, wanting him to tend to her first, but then realized the power she held
. She could make him drool for her. Throughout her experience with men, no one ever truly wanted her. Now was her time.
She lowered herself to her knees, kept firm hold of his root and encompassed him with her mouth. Many times she imagined doing this to Dolan. These visions kept her going through horrific dates and scant few terrible relationships. In her mind, he went mad with desire with what she could do to him and he would never leave her again.
At first she was overwhelmed, straining her jaw and mouth to accommodate him, but she slowed down, breathing in his masculine scent and giving herself a moment to relax in order to perform. Once she took him in, she began, using her hand as an extension of her mouth to ensure every inch was taken care of.
"Yes." He kneaded his fingers into her hair and moved with her.
She took time to massage his balls. They filled her hands, tight and overflowing. Soon he would be inside her.
"Like that."
She pulled back, leaving only the head inside her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip, lapping up a drop of pre-cum. He might not be human, but his tangy, salty taste told her he was all man.
She devoured him. The mere act of having him in her mouth thrilled her, making her own want grow. With him in her mouth, she slid a hand between her thighs, needing some of her own relief.
"Stand up." In one abrupt move, he stepped back and pulled her up.
"What's wrong?" His taste still lingered on her lips, and her heart pounded with his sudden change.
He took her hand. "There will be no touching yourself."
"Is that one of your rules?" She ran her tongue over her teeth to remind him of what he was missing.
"Yes. I am in control. No touching yourself. I will take care of you."
A jolt ran through her. She wanted him to take control.
He reached behind her and unhooked her bra with one hand. Without any excuse or fanfare, he pulled the unwanted piece off her, tossing it aside and cradled one breast in the palm of his hand.
She held her breath.
He did the same with the other breast, as if assessing them and then rubbed his hand across her already tight nipple.
His light touch stirred her stomach and flooded her body. She concentrated on remaining still.
He rolled her one nipple between two fingers and took the other into his mouth, alternately using his tongue to create laps of perfect circles and then going in with his teeth for gentle nibbles. No one ever took their time with her, concentrated on the smallest details for her enjoyment. She fulfilled one of her own fantasies as she combed her fingers through his hair.
His tongue glided between her breasts and his hand crept down, tracing the tiny triangle of her panties, his fingertip stopping and applying pressure right on her clit. "Someone is seeping through the fabric."
She squirmed against him, intensifying the friction, but it wasn't enough. They couldn't continue here, standing in the middle of the living room. "Dolan." She glanced around. Time had ravaged this house, she didn't keep it up, and now it was a dusty, empty, sepia space with nothing alive but the two of them, and Dolan's status was questionable. She wanted to lie down, have him kiss her on the mouth, feel his weight on her as he took her in his arms.
He looked up at her. His copper eyes glowed as he sneaked his fingers inside her panties, separating her folds. "You rang?"
Liquid heat ran through her. "We can't stay here."
He slipped a finger inside her.
She gyrated her hips in reflex.
"Does that feel good?" He added a second digit and his thumb pressed against her clit.
She shut her eyes. All the sensations melded with years of wanting him, and quickly, she neared a climax. "Oh, Dolan."
"Not so fast." He removed his hand.
She struggled to breathe and her legs gave out. The floor seemed to disappear as he caught her. "I was there." Her center throbbed with unfulfilled need.
"You will be there more than you think." He walked through the house. "You said we couldn't stay here."
"There's nowhere to go."
Her body bounced against his chest as he climbed the stairs. She didn't know where he could possibly take her, until he kicked open the door to one of the spare bedrooms. Like the rest of her old residence, it was dead and desolate.
"You forget what I am." He entered and swiped his hand around the room.
She held on to him and shook her head. In an instant the room transformed, not to what it had been when she lived here, but into a bedroom fit for any bordello. A four-poster bed with black and gold bedding provided the centerpiece for a room dripping in red velvet and illuminated by at least fifty candles. "I didn't forget." She looked up at him. No reminding was necessary.
Dolan was magic, and in this room, she would finally know true pleasure.
Any human man would be obsessed with Dolan's job. They would positively envy him.
They didn't understand the flip side. The curse.
Now he had a gorgeous, aroused woman lying beneath him on the bed, ready for him to take her in any way he desired. He would have a more than willing recipient for any amoral act he wanted to perform, but what may start as attraction or arousal only ended in desperation.
He tried to remember she asked for this, pushed him until he had no choice. She always wanted him, and this was the only way he would ever know peace. He conjured the black silk sheets and pillows as the perfect backdrop to her flawless skin and shining hair.
She reached for him, her pink lips still tinged with a bit of color and swollen from sucking on him. "Kiss me."
Last time he kissed her. He kissed her and all he wanted to do is hold her and kiss her again. In the process he forgot to curse her and only ended up torturing himself by stopping.
Every female wanted the kissing. He figured it created some false connection they needed. But there was one major difference with this woman and the many, many others who came before her.
They had history. She didn't hope for the kissing. She expected it, and the connection.
He moved his face closer to hers. Her breathing stopped, and she waited.
Before his lips could graze hers, his mouth found her shoulder and worked his way down. He needed to get to work, he would need to be inside her soon, but he wanted to ensure she got everything he was able to give her.
"Oh," she breathed.
"There is some kissing I didn't get to finish before." He gave quick notice to her breasts, and continued down her flat stomach until once more he was met with her panties. Her scent beckoned him, soap and perfume mixed with that distinct tang all human females tried to hide. She prepared for this night, removed her hair and doted on herself in order to make him more attracted to her. This fed and fueled him. Now the lingerie meant to invite him became an annoyance, and he tore the thin fabric off her.
"You want me." She propped herself up on her elbows.
"It's about time you provided me with something other than conversation and inconvenience." No, he directly tell her the words she wanted to hear, though if he were a praying entity he would pray he didn't want her. Instead he lowered his head and began to satiate himself.
She lay wet, open, ready for penetration, and he used his tongue to lap up the juice she created in response to him. It was a feast for his taking.
"Oh, yes." She squirmed and spread her legs.
He moved her lips apart, making sure not to miss a drop, and allowed her to have two fingers while he went after her pearl.
He pulled back the thin sheath that covered her most sensitive part and flicked his tongue against her.
"Dolan!" She bucked her hips.
He finally gave in and wrapped his lips around her, suckling and drawing her closer.
"Oh God." She grabbed his hair. "More."
He acquiesced, slipped another finger inside her, sucked harder. His own arousal pulsed. Damn it, he did want her. Not any random woman, but her.
She twisted his hair in her hand and pant
ed. "I'm there."
He let her go a moment more, ensured she was at the edge.
The way she tensed told him she thought she was going to let go.
He stopped, raised his head and removed his fingers.
"Dolan, no!" She fell back on the bed and reached down for herself.
He swatted her hand away. "Not now." He returned his hand to her center and slinked up beside her. This is how the game began, but he wasn't playing.
She moved with him. "When?"
Yes, most human men would envy him. They didn't understand the curse. He would never know the joy of bringing a woman to climax. "Not now." He wasn't allowed to care anymore, he was too far gone, and he prodded her forward again.
"Please, Dolan." She didn't know how long they lay there, hours were meaningless, and she lost count at how many times he brought her to the brink and pulled her away. Her body wanted to pulsate and contract, yet he wouldn't allow it, kept stopping short of letting her take the plunge. "Are you waiting until you're inside me?"
"I'm not waiting for anything." He put his fingertip on her clit for less than a second. "I'm doing my job."
She jerked her hips toward him. "I want you inside me."
"Do you think you're ready?" He pursed his lips and blew on her.
Her breath caught, and she didn't move. If he continued, maybe she would come this way.
He blew a bit harder.
She shut her eyes, focusing all her concentration on the miniscule amount of pressure he allowed her.
His tongue skimmed over her once more. Was he going to start all over? He took only one lap at her and then the blowing resumed.
She pressed her lips together, stifling a cry. Her legs tensed until her muscles trembled in protest. A little more, that was all she needed, the smallest amount, she could climax now, and then do it again when he made love to her.
Everything, her whole life, centered on Dolan and the air that grazed over her.
Once again, he stopped.
Her lungs heaved for air. "Dolan!" Her voice was strained, pushed to the limit like the rest of her body. The bed moved, and she opened her eyes. He stood before her at the foot of the bed. His body shined, outlining every muscle, but all she could concentrate on was his erection. She tasted it, she touched it, now she needed to feel it inside her. She swallowed and watched as he cupped his balls.
