The Angel and Her Demon

Chapter 6 - Obey

Sky’s Perspective

The first thing I become aware of is ropes binding my wrists and feet, keeping me strapped down on some sort of plain black table. I test their strength by trying to tug my arms free, but the rope is so tight I can barely move it an inch.

“Don’t struggle, love,” a familiar voice chimes. My eyes dart around to see my wonderful demoness in tight black latex that fits her form perfectly, standing in a dark doorway. She tsks, “Struggling will only make this more enjoyable for me.”

“Why am I tied down?”

“Relax, my angel,” she purrs. “We’re just going to have some fun.”

She walks in, moving to the side to look at various sharp tools and instruments on another table. My brow furrows. Her hands glide over the metal before finally picking up a knife that suits her. She turns to look at me with a rather devious grin.

“W-What are you doing?” I ask shakily.

“Hush, darling, it’s all going to be okay.” She slowly walks toward me, her eyes trailing over every inch of my body as she twirls the knife in her hands. “We’re just having fun. You like to have fun, don’t you?”

My eyes flicker between the knife and her. “Yes, I do.”

“Good. You just lie back and look pretty while I do all the work.”

“Will it hurt a lot?” I ask.

“It wouldn’t be enjoyable if it didn’t.”

She trails the knife from my ankle up to my knee. The tip of the blade threatens to spill blood, but the demoness holds the knife so skillfully and delicately that all it does is trace a line showing where she could inflict such precise, dangerous pain, without actually doing so. She prefers to tease me. The blade dances up to my thigh, and despite the fear of pain, a thrill runs through me as I feel it trace my bare inner thigh and ignite a fiery feeling of pleasure as it keeps moving up higher. I let out a shaky breath as the knife moves up to my hips. She lets the blade glide over my skin so carefully and teasingly. For once, I wish she would cut me if only to stop her from toying with me and bringing me to the edge just so she can rip me away from it.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” she asks me. She undoes my toga and lets me lie exposed before her.

“No, you haven’t.”

“Shame on me,” the demoness scolds herself. “Let me show you.”

She places the tip of the knife on my stomach, watching me closely as if waiting for me to tell her to stop. I don’t. She grins eagerly. She shallowly digs the knife in, letting it drag along my stomach just barely deep enough to draw blood. I let out a strangled breath.

“I love the feeling of your skin and how soft it is,” the demoness says.

She makes a cut beside it. Then another, and another.

“I love how you squirm and writhe.”

I let out a light whine as she cuts in deeper. I angle my head to see her carving a design like a heart as best she can into my flesh.

“I love feeling you flutter beneath me, struggling to keep your composure.”

She fills the heart with blood and quick slices. Occasionally, skin is sliced off completely, which she picks up and examines, a devious grin reaching her face.

“I love knowing I can do anything I want to you.”

She tosses the flesh aside and makes a deep s***h along my arm. I yell in pain.

The demoness gazes down at me, a dark twinkle in her as she soaks in the moment. “I love the sounds that you make, especially when you can’t control them.”

She sets the tip of the blade against my inner thigh. It digs in slightly, enough to cause a small sting to light up my nerves. I gaze down at her desperately.

“I love to see how helpless you look.”

She pushes the knife into my flesh forcefully and slowly. I let out a whimper, but as she slowly drives it in deeper through the skin and muscle, my voice rises to a scream. My throat burns as the demoness twists the knife, pain sparking throughout my whole body as I writhe under the restraints, letting out gasps and shrieks with every new turn the blade does.

“I love it when you scream,” she says.

The knife is pushed in deeper. I let out another loud scream, causing her eyes to light up as she chuckles to herself. She finally pulls out the knife. My eyes connect with hers as she holds it to her face. The demoness inspects the bloody blade before sticking out her tongue and licking off the blood. She moves to my head and bends over, kissing me softly. Despite the fact that I can taste my blood in her mouth, I melt under the touch of her lips.

“I love you,” she says finally. “I love everything about you.”

I respond without hesitation. “I love you too.”

I wake up with a start. My dreams have never taken that turn before, though I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it in some twisted way. I can still feel the knife dragging along my bare stomach and thigh; I can still recall the feeling of blood trickling down my skin, the pain that sparked with every new slice, and the tight feeling of the restraints against my wrists and ankles as I struggled fruitlessly ― but it felt good.

My phone buzzes. I pick it up to see Diane texted to ask if I wanted to have lunch with her later. My heart flutters. I try my best not to show I’m overly enthusiastic over text, but I get the feeling that my “Yes!!!” gives it away.

― ― ― ― ―

We go to a cute coffee shop, each of us picking out a sandwich and a drink. I take a seat opposite Diane. Her fiery hair never ceases to catch me off guard. She changed up her usual rebellious outfit for a simple t-shirt and jeans, though she hasn’t abandoned her various rings decorating each of her fingers to remind everyone exactly who she is. Diane takes a sip of her black coffee, her eyes reaching mine and she gives a small, mischievous smile.

“I wanted to apologize for leaving you so suddenly yesterday,” she says, setting down her cup slowly. “I had a really wonderful time with you, but I wasn’t expecting Adrielle to walk by and catch us. It doesn’t really make a difference to me what she thinks, however, I figured I should explain it all to her before she comes up with some crazy story. You didn’t have to walk off in the opposite direction though. I didn’t want it to seem like I was choosing to go after her rather than you.”

I bob my head. “I understand. Don’t worry about it. I just assumed that you would chase after her so I opted to leave.”

“That’s a pretty unfair assumption.”

“She is your best friend.”

“Yes, but I…” Her voice trails off. She shuts her eyes, debating whether or not to let out her true feelings.

“It’s okay, Diane.”

She lets out a small “mhm” and looks down at her coffee.

“Adrielle was okay with… us?”

“She seemed a little pissed but there were no complaints.”

“What did you tell her?” I ask nervously.

“Just that you’re cute and quite addicting.”

I scowl. “Did you really say that?”

“I may have said other things as well,” she shrugs. “All were good things, of course.”

“You really didn’t say anything bad?”

“Why would I?”

My mind stutters. “Because your group has different opinions on me, I imagine.”

“So?”

“...You still only said nice things?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

She mumbles something quietly.

“What?”

She sighs. “Because I like you, Sky. Now can we please move on from this topic?”

My cheeks flush. I tear my eyes away from her in an attempt to calm my racing heartbeat.

“Would you like to hang out in my room later tonight?” Diane offers.

“Yes,” I answer a little too quickly. “That sounds amazing.”

Diane’s half of the dorm is covered in band posters, devilish symbols, Ouija board references, and astrological signs. Her whole wall paints the image of being a demon’s lair filled to the brim with magic and spells of all sorts that could alter reality as we know it, driving it towards chaos or a distorted sanity that would only make sense to Diane herself. She moves about the room confidently as I soak in the sight.

“My roommate is out at a club tonight, so we have a lot of time to ourselves,” she starts. Her hands trail over her bed. “We could watch something, talk, I could give you a reading if you are interested in that, or we could do something less innocent―”

I grab her shirt and pull her in for a kiss. She once again seems surprised by my bold act of affection, but she quickly recovers and kisses me back passionately.

“Did you know I’ve been dreaming about you?” I whisper.

Her eyes light up. “Is that so? What have you been dreaming of?”

I smile to myself as I remember what I dreamt of last night and how the scene played out. “It’s less innocent, for sure.”

“That makes it more exciting,” Diane says, smirking as a devilish glint reaches her eyes. “Would you like to play out some of these fantasies? There are a lot of things I’d want to do to you.”

“As fun as that sounds, I want to focus on you tonight.”

She seems taken aback. “Oh?”

“Yes, if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh it is,” she says without hesitation. “I’m just a little surprised. People don’t often ask for that…”

“The people you’ve been f*****g don’t seem very considerate then.”

She rolls her eyes. “Some weren’t, but others just seemed to assume I’d be on top the whole time. They didn’t want anything else.”

“I want to dominate you.”

Her cheeks flush. “I-I uh… You should know that I’m not the easiest person to satisfy.”

“I’d still like to try.”

She turns to me slowly. Her eyes roam over my body. “I don’t think you understand, angel, I-I don’t know how to… I never seem to get out of my head when I’m with someone else.”

“Maybe I can help with that.”

I step closer to her as she struggles to come up with anything to say. The cogs in her mind get stuck on some unimaginable thought, her eyes locking onto mine desperately in the hopes that I might pull her out of her downward spiral. I place my hand around her neck and pull her towards me. I kiss her softly, my fingers stroking the nape of her neck. Her lips press against mine as she melts under my touch.

I pull away after a long moment. “Get on the bed, Diane.”

She obeys without question. I straddle her hips and gaze down at her. Her brilliant azure eyes lock onto mine as she waits for my next command. I run my fingers from her neck down to her chest, her body shaking as my fingers trace over her n*****s through her shirt and I realize she must not be wearing a bra. I slip my fingers under the bottom of her shirt, waiting a moment for her to tell me to stop, but she only looks up at me with eyes alight with eagerness. I trace my fingers along her bare stomach before moving up to her breasts. She lets out a shaky breath as I play with her sensitive spots and cause her body to tremble under my touch. I lean forward and kiss her passionately. She bites at my lip and kisses me back, her tongue intertwining with mine. She looks almost disappointed when I pull away.

I reach for her pants, once again waiting for her approval before I unbutton the jeans and pull the zipper down. I press my hand down against her underwear. She lets out a moan when I find the spot that elicits a ripple of electrifying pleasure through her body. I focus on the spot, kissing her neck as my fingers move in a rhythmic circle, tracing the spot before finally pressing down against it and making her body shake. She lets out heavenly sounds into my ear. I suck on her neck softly for a moment before stopping, not knowing if she is okay with me leaving marks.

“Please don’t stop,” she says.

I smile and suck on her neck as my hand surrounds her c**t, using the softest touches to make her moan louder. I press down on it more firmly as she finds it hard to catch her breath. Her body twists under my touch. I hold her down to the bed while she squirms under every slight pressure. She kisses me desperately, every touch of her lips begging for more as if she had been starved of this for years. I manage to hit her c**t directly in a spot that elicits a particularly loud sound of pleasure from Diane. She grabs onto me, her hands digging under my shirt to tear into my skin. I moan, the pain ever so familiar from the dream and even more exhilarating in real life. I rub my thumb against her c**t in a pattern, leaving her utterly defenseless as she crumbles beneath me, seemingly so close to being overcome with an orgasm yet she doesn’t get there. Her face twists in frustration.

She lets out a whine. “Please, please Sky…” she whispers as another moan escapes her lips. “Please…”

I speak softly into her ear. “Let go, love.”

Her whole body tenses, unable to speak, breathe, or think as an orgasm overruns her. Feeling her lose control beneath my fingers and fall limp on the bed is beyond euphoric. I could do this every day.

She lies still, trying to catch her breath. I rest on top of her, my legs intertwined with hers as I listen to her while she slowly relaxes. Her arms wrap around me.

“God, I usually don’t get there,” she says quietly, her mind still reeling over the turn of events tonight.

“I’ll help you get there anytime.”

“How did you know to tell me to…?”

“I didn’t, but I’m glad it worked.”

She chuckles. “You continue to impress me, Sky.”