YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES

HIGH RANKING S*X DEMON (5)

ABIGAIL.

Six months into the contract, and my life had transformed.

My art show was the talk of the city. Tate was completely discredited, facing lawsuits and professional ruin. I had money, success, validation—everything I’d wanted.

And I was falling for a demon.

Oberin came to me nearly every day now, sometimes multiple times.

In my bed, in my studio, once memorably in an elevator between floors. He took me hard and soft, rough and tender, always demanding but increasingly careful. And afterward, he stayed.

We talked about art, about his realm, about nothing and everything.

I was in trouble.

Tonight, he appeared while I was painting, materializing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“That’s beautiful,” Oberin murmured, his chin resting on my shoulder. “You captured the light perfectly.”

“Thanks.” I leaned back against him, comfortable in a way that should have scared me. “What brings you by? It’s only been four hours since this morning.”

“I missed you.” The admission was quiet, almost vulnerable.

I turned in his arms, paintbrush forgotten. “Demons don’t miss people.”

“This one does.” His hand cupped my face. “You’ve gotten under my skin, Abigail Rivera. Made me feel things I haven’t felt in centuries.”

“Oberin—”

“I know. It’s not supposed to happen.” He kissed me, soft and sweet. “But here we are.”

That kiss led to clothes hitting the floor, to me bent over my work table with paint smudging across my skin as he took me from behind. But it was different now. Every touch felt weighted with meaning, every moan carrying emotions we weren’t supposed to feel.

“Wait,” Oberin said suddenly, pulling out and spinning me to face him. “Not like this. Not tonight.”

“What—”

He lifted me onto the table, standing between my spread thighs. “Tonight, I want to show you something. Something I’ve never shared with anyone else.”

His eyes blazed that deep red, and suddenly shadows erupted from his body. Dark tendrils of pure power that moved with purpose, wrapping around my wrists, my ankles, my waist.

They were solid but... not. Cool and tingling where they touched my heated skin.

“Oberin,” I gasped as the shadows lifted me, suspending me in the air above the table. My arms were pulled above my head, legs spread wide, completely at his mercy.

“Do you trust me?” His voice was rough, desperate. “Because I want to show you everything I am. Every dark, possessive, obsessive part of me. And I need to know you can handle it.”

“I trust you,” I breathed. “Show me.”

The shadows tightened, and more emerged. They wrapped around my breasts, creating pressure and sensation that made me arch. Tendrils slithered between my thighs, teasing but not entering, driving me insane with need.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful like this,” Oberin growled, circling me slowly. “Suspended, spread open, completely mine. I could keep you like this for hours. Make you come over and over until you’re sobbing. Would you like that?”

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what?” A shadow tendril finally slipped inside me, cool and solid and moving with inhuman precision. “Be specific, love.”

“Please f**k me,” I gasped. “With everything. I want all of you—the demon, the shadows, everything you’ve been holding back.”

Something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Then show me.”

He did.

More shadow tendrils joined the first, filling me impossibly full. They moved independently, each one hitting different spots inside me, creating sensations that should have been impossible. At the same time, shadows wrapped around my throat—not choking, just enough pressure to make me hyperaware of every breath.

Oberin stepped between my suspended legs, his c**k replacing some of the shadows. The sensation of him solid and hot inside me while shadows continued to play with my c**t, my breasts, my ass, was overwhelming.

“This is what I am,” he growled, his hips snapping against mine while shadows moved in perfect counterpoint. “A creature of lust and darkness and obsession. I want to own every inch of you. Want to fill you so full of me—of my c**k, my shadows, my power—that you forget where you end and I begin.”

“Yes,” I sobbed, pleasure building to impossible heights. “All of it. I want all of it.”

“Look at me.” His command was absolute. “I want to see your eyes when you realize you’re mine. Not because of a contract. Because you choose to be.”

I met his gaze, saw the vulnerability beneath the dominance, the love beneath the lust. “I’m yours, Oberin. Completely. Forever.”

He groaned, his pace becoming brutal. “And I’m yours. Every dark, twisted, obsessive part of me belongs to you. Say my name when you come. Let me hear it.”

The shadows on my c**t pulsed in a pattern that drove me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me like lightning, violent and endless, and I screamed his name exactly as he demanded.

“Oberin! Oh god, Oberin!”

He came with me, his release flooding me as the shadows pulsed in sympathy. For a moment, I felt everything he felt—the overwhelming pleasure, yes, but also the possessiveness, the desperate need to keep me forever. Our emotions tangled together until I couldn’t tell his from mine.

The shadows gently lowered me back to the table, releasing me carefully. Oberin collapsed on top of me, both of us shaking, paint and sweat and satisfaction marking our skin.

“That,” he panted against my neck, “was the most intense experience of my very long life.”

I laughed shakily, my hands threading through his hair. “Same. Also, the shadow thing? Definitely doing that again.”

“Anytime you want, love.” He lifted his head, his eyes soft now. “I meant what I said. I’ve never shared that with anyone. Never let someone see all of me like that.”

“I’m honored.” I pulled him down for a kiss. “And I meant what I said too. I’m yours. In every way that matters.”

“Abigail,” he groaned against my back, his pace increasing. “f**k, Abiigail, I—”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but I heard what he couldn’t say. I felt it in every thrust, every kiss pressed to my shoulder, every possessive grip on my hips.

We were both deep in this.

The realization hit me as we came together, his release flooding me while I clenched around him, crying out his name like a prayer.

Afterward, as we lay tangled together on the floor of my studio, both of us marked with paint and satisfaction, Oberin spoke quietly.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” He traced the contract mark on my arm. “The year is almost halfway done. In six months, I’ll have to leave. The contract will be fulfilled, and I’ll return to my realm.”

My chest tightened. “And we’ll never see each other again.”

“Not unless…” He hesitated, something I’d never seen him do before. “Unless you extend the contract. Or make a new one.”

“What kind of new contract?”

“A permanent one.” His eyes met mine, and for once they stayed one solid color—a deep, dark red. “You could bind yourself to me forever. Become my mate. It would mean giving up your mortality eventually, joining me in my realm, but you could still live here, create your art. You’d just be… mine. Forever.”

The offer hung between us, terrifying and tempting in equal measure.

––•––

Six months later, I stood in my sold-out gallery show, surrounded by people praising my work.

Tate was serving time for fraud and embezzlement—turns out Oberin had found evidence of actual crimes, not just artistic theft.

My name was cleared, my reputation restored, and I was more successful than I’d ever dreamed.

But the best part was the demon standing beside me, his hand resting possessively on my lower back.

“You’re being very well-behaved tonight,” I murmured to Oberin. “No inappropriate touching, no dragging me into closets.”

“The night is young.” His smile was pure sin. “Besides, I’m planning something much more memorable for when we get home.”

“Oh?”

“I believe you mentioned wanting to try that thing with the shadows and the—”

“Not here,” I hissed, my face heating.

He laughed, pulling me close. To everyone around us, he looked like a successful businessman, my boyfriend, perfectly normal. Only I could see the demon beneath the glamour, the ancient creature who’d chosen to bind himself to a mortal artist.

“I love you,” I said quietly.

“And I love you.” Oberin kissed my temple. “My forever. Though I still can’t believe you chose me over the contract. You could have been free of me.”

“I didn’t want free.” I looked up at him, this impossible being who’d become my everything. “I wanted you.”

“Best decision you ever made,” he said confidently.

“Second best,” I corrected. “The best was telling you about the shadow thing.”

His eyes flashed red. “Say the word, and we leave right now.”

I laughed, feeling lighter and happier than I ever had. “After the show. I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that.” His hand slid lower on my back, making his intentions clear. “Because I have plans for you, Abigail Rivera. Very detailed, very filthy plans.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

We stayed another hour, playing the part of the successful artist and her supportive boyfriend. But eventually, Oberin’s patience ran out. He snapped his fingers, teleporting us to our apartment—our home, because he’d moved in weeks ago and I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“Now,” he said, backing me toward the bedroom, “where were we? Oh yes. You, me, and some very creative use of demonic powers.”

I grinned, pulling him down for a kiss. “Show me what you’ve got, demon.”

“With pleasure, love. With pleasure.”

And as he laid me down and proceeded to worship every inch of my body, shadows dancing around us in impossible ways, I thought about how strange my life had become.

How I’d summoned a demon for revenge and ended up with so much more.

Forever with Oberin wouldn’t be normal. It wouldn’t be easy. But it would be mine, and it would be real, and it would be filled with love and passion and possibility.

I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.