Page 15 of Ex-Mas
Yeah, no. I like my dick attached to my body, and in all the torture I’ve endured over the years, I’ve never had to deal with that. “Never mind. Maybe just come lean against the bars and bend over?”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “And why the fuck would I do that?”
I toss the broken bar down because she can’t fit through that gap anyway, then move closer to reach inside. It’s a risk, she could break my arm with ease, but I take that risk and gently grip her chin. “Because you look hot as fuck and my dick already wants you again. How could it not?”
I’d much rather take her out of here so she could ride me, but something tells me that’d get violent.
Damn, that thought just made me harder.
Slowly, I watch the fire leave her eyes. “Is this the only way you want me now? Caged and sad and angry?”
“No.” I drop my gaze to her lips and slide my thumb across them. I don’t know if I’ve ever needed to kiss her as badly as I do now, but I refrain. Not yet. “Not sad.”
“So just caged and angry then?”
“And horny,” I joke, but I can tell it doesn’t land. “If I let you out, will you be a good girl?”
I’ll just put her back if she isn’t, but I’m attempting to play nice so I can fuck her to sleep and go hunting.
One of the guys she fucked is already down here.
“I’ll be as good as I’m capable of being right now,” she says after a minute. “I guess you’ll have to decide if that’s good enough.”
I’m sure it will be. In spite of everything, I know her inside and out, and underneath that hard exterior is a girl that loves being good for me. Or at least she used to. “I’ll be as good as I’m capable, too.”
I blink her clean so she can be more comfortable and make the cage disappear, tilting my head in challenge as I wait for her next move.
She shudders a little and touches her back over the shirt I put on her, then actually smiles a little bit. “Thank you. It’s not that I don’t love your cum, I just love it a lot more when it’s inside of me.”
Me too, Lys.
Fuck, I want it so much my balls hurt, but there’s no way I don’t completely crumble for her after I do. She still has me wrapped around her finger, and I’m not ready for her to know it yet. “Do you still like it when it’s in here?”
I slide my finger down the center of her lips, watching her pupils dilate as she kisses my fingertip. “Probably, but I can’t say I’m excited to try now that you can make your dick grow and you apparently hate me.”
I don’t.
“You act like you don’t like it rough.” I step closer and tug her in by her jaw, my other hand gripping her hip hard. “You look good in my shirt.”
Her breath catches as she grips my balls just as hard. “And you’ve always liked a little fight.”
I grunt from pleasure, pain and a little bit of fear I won’t show, because even though I’m dead I still feel pain — and no one has ever hurt me worse than her. “Must be why I fell for you.”
She releases me and steps back, spinning slowly to take in the room. “So is this it? All of Hell?”
So she’s going to pretend she didn’t just feel my rock hard cock? Fine.
Adjusting myself, I watch her closely as she looks at the dumbass Christmas decorations and move to lean against the wall. “No. This is just mine. I showed you another one, but everyone’s is different. I can go to other Hells but I’ll always end up right back here.”
Spinning to face me again, she walks a little closer. “At least your mattress is comfy.”
Crossing my arms, I let her feel in control as she slowly closes the distance. “Is it? Isthat your way of asking if you can sleep there?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs one shoulder, looking unsure for the first time since she summoned me. “I’m in Hell and still need sleep?”
“You’re not dead, so yeah. Me on the other hand, I can go about a week without it, but I tend to get a little sloppy with my powers if I don’t give my brain some rest here and there. Probably more of a habit thing than anything. Kael doesn’t sleep at all.”
Her nose scrunches in disgust, but she doesn’t say anything. “Oh. Then yeah, I hope you don’t expect me to sleep in a cage.”
