His To Use: Seduced By The Incubus

His To Use

5

Zyrella

I stared at him, my chest rising and falling too fast. His smirk stretched wider on his face, and his eyes locked on me like he owned me already.

He tilted his head, his mouth curved in that mocking way that always made me feel small.

“You’ve never had a penìs in your mouth before, have you?” he asked, with a low voice that sounded smooth and dangerous.

The heat that rushed to my face almost burned me alive. I shook my head quickly, my lips parting without me wanting them to.

“No… never.”

His smirk deepened, looking cruel and satisfied.

“You haven’t,” he whispered, leaning closer, “and that’s why I want it. I want to be the first man to feel those lips, that tongue. The first one you choke on.”

My eyes went wide open that it hurt. My throat locked up, my stomach twisted. I couldn’t breathe, or think.

Before he could touch me, before my body betrayed me more than it already had, I turned around and ran.

I ran out of that suffocating penthouse, down the endless stairs because I didn’t trust the elevator, through the wide glass doors, until the city swallowed me whole.

My heart hammered. All I knew was that I had to get as far from him as possible.

I didn’t stop until I stumbled into a small restaurant, nearly out of breath. I dropped into a chair and ordered the first thing that came out of my mouth.

I just shoved food down my throat like eating would erase his words, like it could wash away the filth crawling through my veins. But it didn’t.

The more I ate, the heavier the shame sat inside me. So when I left the restaurant, I went somewhere louder... a drinking joint.

I ordered one bottle, then another. The liquid burned, but I kept drinking, desperate to drown the thoughts, the images, the feel of his eyes on me. By the time the third bottle was empty, I could barely keep my head up. The room tilted, my body heavy.

I laid my head down on the table and closed my eyes, just for a second. But when I opened them again, everything was wrong.

I wasn’t in the drinking joint anymore. The noise, the smoke, the clinking bottles... it was all gone. My knees pressed hard against the cold tiled floor. I lifted my head slowly, the world spinning until it focused.

And there he was... Selvik. Sitting on a wide chair, his smirk waiting for me as if he knew this moment would come.

My breath caught in my throat. My hands shook as I pressed them to the floor, and my voice began to break. “H-how… how am I here? What did you do? I was... I was drinking. I was...”

He cut me off with a single word that sounded deadly.

“Hey, doll.”

The sound of it slid over my skin, and I froze. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Whatever I say, you’ll do. That’s the truth you keep trying to run from.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Now… please me, doll. Make my c**k yours.”

“No…” I wanted to scream it, but the word barely left my lips.

And then his legs spread wider in front of me, and my hands moved on their own. Shaking, and betraying me. I clawed at his waistband, tugged his trousers down even as my mind screamed to stop.

But I couldn’t stop, because the pull was stronger than my will, stronger than the alcohol still burning in my veins. My mouth parted, my body lowered, and before I could even believe it, I was there... stroking his c**k, taking him whole into my mouth, and tasting him.

Tears stung my eyes, but I couldn’t close them. His hand slid into my hair, his low groan filled the room.

I hated him for making me do this, but I hated myself more. Then I felt something warm on my tongue.

I woke up with my chest heaving, my lips wet, my throat burning like I swallowed something hot. My knees were weak even though I was lying on the dàmn bed. I sat up quick, my eyes wide, my hand rushing to my mouth.

What the hell did I just dream?

But when I looked across the room, Selvik was there. Sitting with his legs spread, that devil smirk carved on his face. He wasn’t touching me, he wasn’t even close. I looked down at myself... I was fully clothed. Not even a shoe out of place.

But my body… my body swore otherwise.

“I…” my voice broke, I pointed at him. “What am I doing here? I was in the joint. I was drunk, I passed out on the table...”

He stood, slow like a predator, licking his lower lip as if he already knew every answer that would come out of my mouth. “Are you sure, doll?” His voice was thick and taunting. “Because what I remember is you on your knees, fúcking me with your throat till I came down your pretty mouth.”

My jaw dropped. I almost choked on air. “What?” I shouted, leaping off the bed like it was on fire. “Are you sick? I didn’t... I wasn’t...” My words stumbled but my anger didn’t. “You pervèrt! Do you go around putting dreams in people’s heads just to get your dìck sucked?”

He laughed. It was not soft, nor gentle. It was a dark, low laugh that made the back of my neck tingle. “You felt it, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me, doll. Your mouth still remembers the shape of me.”

I pressed my hands over my lips, heat crawling down my neck. Damn him. Damn me. Because yes... it felt too real. The taste, the weight of his c**k, the sound of him groaning.

My thighs clenched just thinking of it. But I snapped my head up, glaring at him.

“You think this is funny? Who the hell are you really? Because no normal man can do this. First you snap your damn finger and ruin my face. Then you walk inside my head, twist my feelings like a toy. And now… now you’re crawling into my dreams, making me...” I broke off, my voice shaking.

His smirk only widened. “Making you choke on me like the filthy little doll you are?”

“Shut up!” I screamed, though my stomach flipped, traitor that it was. “Answer me, Selvik. Who are you? Because no man can do this shìt. No man can infect someone’s skin with a touch. No man can crawl inside dreams and make it feel so fùcking real.”

He tilted his head, eyes glowing faint in the dim light. “And yet here I am. Sitting across from you, while your body is still trembling from what we did... whether dream or not. You want truth, doll?” He leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees, gaze burning through me. “Truth is, you belong to me the second I saw you. That’s why your body opens for me even in sleep.”

I swallowed hard, but my mouth wouldn’t stop. “Belong? Please. I don’t belong to anyone. I don’t care if you’re some demon, ghost, vampire, or whatever the hell you are. You don’t own me, Selvik. And if you ever dare crawl inside my dream again...”

“You’ll what?” he cut in, amused. “Scream? Run? Beg me to stop, doll?”

I laughed bitterly, though my chest was still heaving. “What the hell did I ever do to deserve this, Selvik? Tell me. Because all I did was take a damn picture of you in that alley. That’s it, I was doing my job. You ruined my camera... do you even know how much those lenses cost? They were worth more than my rent.”

My voice cracked, anger ripping through the shame still clinging to me. “And as if that wasn’t enough, you gave me scabies on my face. You scarred me, and now…” My throat tightened as the words spilled out. “Now I’ve accepted your insane offer. Two months. I agreed to belong to you for two months.”

I shoved a hand into my hair, my nails digging into my scalp. “All of this... for what? For taking your pictures? For pointing a damn lens at you?”

My emotions twisted between fury and despair, my voice breaking as I stared at him. “What the hell kind of punishment is this?”

Selvik’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, his smirk increased on his face, crueler, like my pain was feeding him.

He then bent low, close enough that his breath grazed my lips. His eyes gleamed in the dim light.

“No…” he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Not for taking my pictures.”

My breath caught. “Then what...”

His smile split wider. “For saying I have a black heart. I’m just showing you, doll…” he whispered, sounding so cold to my ears.

“…what having a black heart really means.”