The sudden darkness that enveloped him made Alan tense up instinctively. His other senses immediately heightened as his vision was cut off. He heard the sound of waves, the labored breathing of a woman, and the fragrant scent mixed with champagne that lingered around him.
"Little Mel..." Alan called out hoarsely, trying to move his wrist but found that the leather handcuffs had him securely bound to the bedpost.
"Shh... Don't be hasty yet,"
Melda giggled, pleased to see the demon subdued. She reached into the champagne bucket, took out a small ice cube, and the cold emanated from her small hand, which Alan could feel.
"It's hot, isn't it, Daddy?"
Without waiting for an answer, she placed the ice cube on his warm neck immediately!
Alan gasped with a mix of thrill and surprise. The col
