YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES

HIGH RANKING S*X DEMON (2)

ABIGAIL.

“Wait,” I backed away, “Right now—”

He didn’t pause a wink before he leaned in and kissed me.

And the world exploded.

His mouth was hot, demanding, claiming me with a possessiveness that should have terrified me.

But God, it felt incredible.

His tongue swept against mine, and I tasted something spicy and intoxicating that made my head spin. Heat flooded through me, and I found myself kissing him back, my hands fisting in his perfect suit jacket.

Oberin made a pleased sound, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me flush against his body. He was hard everywhere I was soft, and I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my hip.

“You taste like desperation and anger,” he murmured against my lips. “Delicious. But let’s see what else you’re hiding.”

His hand slid down, palming my breast through my thin t-shirt. I gasped, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until I couldn’t think straight.

His other hand gripped my hip, fingers digging in possessively.

“I’m going to f**k you now,” Oberin said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. “On your floor, surrounded by your failed summoning circle. And you’re going to let me, because you know you want it. You’ve been touch-starved and lonely for months, haven’t you?”

I wanted to deny it, but he was right.

The bastard was completely right.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good girl.” His approval sent a shiver through me. “Strip for me. I want to see what I’m working with for the next year.”

My face burned with humiliation and arousal as I stood on shaking legs and pulled off my shirt.

I wasn’t wearing a bra—hadn’t bothered since I barely left the apartment anymore.

Oberin’s eyes darkened as he looked at my breasts, his tongue wetting his lower lip.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Keep going.”

I shimmied out of my yoga pants and underwear, standing naked in my living room while a demon in an expensive suit watched me like I was prey.

The contrast between us—him fully clothed, me completely bare—made me feel vulnerable in a way that was somehow arousing.

“On your knees,” Oberin commanded softly. “Let’s see that pretty mouth in action.”

I dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor, my heart racing.

He stood, towering over me, and slowly unbuckled his belt. When he freed himself, I couldn’t help but stare.

Of course a demon would be hung like a f*****g porn star.

“Nervous?” He stroked himself lazily, and I watched, mesmerized. “Don’t be. I’ll guide you. Open that mouth, Abigail.”

I obeyed, and he guided himself between my lips.

The taste of him was indescribable—salt and spice and something otherworldly. He was hot on my tongue, impossibly hard, and far too big for me to take all of him.

“That’s it,” Oberin groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. “Relax your throat. Let me in.”

He pushed deeper, and I struggled not to gag. Tears pricked my eyes as he held himself there, testing my limits. Then he withdrew slightly, giving me a moment to breathe.

“You’re going to learn to take all of me,” he said, his voice rough. “By the end of this year, you’ll be able to swallow me down without hesitation. But for now…” He thrust shallowly, building a rhythm. “This will do.”

I gripped his thighs, trying to steady myself as he f****d my mouth.

It was overwhelming, degrading, and yet I felt arousal building between my legs. Every grunt of pleasure he made, every curse that fell from his lips, made me wetter.

“Enough,” Oberin suddenly pulled out, his control clearly fraying. “On your back. Spread your legs. Now.”

I lay back on the floor, the chalk smudging beneath me as I opened my thighs.

Oberin knelt between them, his suit jacket discarded, shirt half-unbuttoned. He looked debauched and dangerous, and I wanted him with an intensity that shocked me.

“You’re soaked,” he observed, running a finger through my folds. “All this from sucking my c**k? You’re going to be so much fun to corrupt.”

“I’m not—oh God—” My protest died as he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

“Not what? Not a good girl? Not a slut for demon c**k?” His thumb found my c**t, circling it with maddening precision. “You will be. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be addicted to this. To me.”

He replaced his fingers with his c**k, the stretch almost painful. I cried out, my back arching off the floor as he filled me inch by impossible inch.

He was bigger than any human man I’d been with, hot enough that I wondered if he’d burn me from the inside out.

“f**k, you’re tight,” Oberin groaned. “Haven’t been touched in a while, have you? Poor neglected thing. Don’t worry. I’ll make up for lost time.”

He began to move, and it was nothing like human s*x.

He f****d me hard and deep, with a stamina that shouldn’t be possible, hitting angles that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

His skin was fevered where it touched mine, his strength evident in the bruising grip on my hips.

“This cunt belongs to me now,” he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust. “For the next year, I’m the only one who gets to touch you, fill you, make you come. Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasped, my nails raking down his back. “It’s yours.”

“Damn right it is.” He reached between us, thumb pressing hard on my c**t. “Come for me, Abigail. Let me feel it.”

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, stealing my breath and making my vision white out. I screamed his name, my body clenching around him as pleasure rolled through me in intense pulses.

Oberin came with a guttural curse, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me. I felt the heat of his release, impossibly hot, marking me from the inside.

He collapsed beside me on the floor, both of us panting.

After a moment, he propped himself up on one elbow, looking at me with those shifting eyes.

“Well,” Oberin said, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “That’s one payment made. Only three hundred and sixty-four more days to go.”