How to Love a Blue Demon

by Story, Sherrod

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she insisted. “Don’t tease me.”

  He grinned. “Very well,” he said, and it sounded like a promise. “At least, not too much.”

  Before she could blink Cass found herself bound, hands and feet, to the bed. There was just enough play in what looked like silk ropes to let her bend her limbs comfortably, but as she tugged, she realized there was no way she could get free.

  Ordinarily this would have made her crazy, desperate to get free. She didn’t trust anyone to incapacitate her in this way, but now her unease quickly faded in a haze of passion that strengthened with every hot look Eyoen gave her.

  He was trying to look stern, but she could see the glitter in his golden eyes. He was enjoying this. As always, once he was nude, she found herself temporarily dazzled. His beauty was stunning as he stood beside the bed, an odd looking paddle in his hand, arms folded across his broad, muscular chest as he frowned down at her.

  “Cass,” he said, in the sexiest rumble she’d ever heard. “You’ve not done everything you could to please me today. There have been many times since I awoke this morning when you should have been on your back or even on your knees. Instead you chose to do chores, talk to others, send emails and other things that took you away from this chamber. I am not pleased with you at all, my dear.”

  Cass was panting she was so excited, and more than willing to play along she said, “I’m sorry, baby. What can I do to make it up to you?”

  Eyoen slowed crawled over her until he was positioned on his knees over her hips. He set his paddle down on her chest, directly over her breasts where it seemed to warm and pulse, causing sensation to shoot in a familiar but still scintillating path from her nipples into the core of her body. She jumped, looking down at the thing as though trying to figure out how it worked. Reclaiming her attention, he set his hands on either side of her head and leaned down to lick his way into her mouth. Cass moaned as they shared a deep kiss, but hissed her disappointment when he moved away a few moments later.

  “It will take more than a kiss from your sweet mouth to get back into my good graces. You must be punished, my dear. How else will you learn the error of your ways?”

  Cass blinked in shock. He was going to spank her? This was getting better and better. The closest she’d come had been that night on the side of the road when he’d smacked her ass a few times.

  “Well,” she breathed. “I guess you know best, baby.”

  He grinned at her. “I do indeed.” He held out his hand and something appeared on his palm. He picked one of the objects up so she could see it.

  It looked like a shell. It was about an inch wide and long, hard and pale with an iridescent sheen.

  “You won’t like these much at first, my dear. The energy combs won’t physically hurt you, but they are insistent. They feed on the internal energy from your body. Once they attach themselves, they will keep sucking until I remove them.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. That sounded dubious. Would it hurt? No, Eyoen wouldn’t hurt her. But he might dole out a little pain if it increased her eventual pleasure. Her heart sped up as he bent and removed his paddle. He placed it over her mound next, transferring the strange, lovely heat to her lower half.

  What was in that thing? Then he set the first little comb over her nipple. At first nothing happened, then she gasped as the formerly hard shell began to vibrate and move, forming a cup over her before it began to suck hard like a tiny mouth.

  “Ahhh,” her eyes flew to his as he attached the other comb. Cass squirmed, shaking her chest and trying to dislodge the voracious little things, but they held on. “It hurts,” she said, surprised.

  “Really?”

  She nodded, but the painful suction on her nipples was already fading and warmth returned as the rhythmic pulsing from the little mouths radiated like a caress over her breast. She sighed shakily. “No, not anymore.”

  “Shall I attach one to your –?”

  Her eyes doubled in size. “No!” She had no way to remove the thing if she became over stimulated, and it was a little too freaky to entertain the idea of the comb so near that opening in her body.

  “Good. I have something else in mind for that lovely pussy of yours.”

  “What?”

  “Patience, my dear. The best punishments take awhile.”

  “You’re making me nervous.”

  Eyoen just smiled. “That’s okay. All will come right in the end.”

  Okay. That sounded ominous. And these little combs were something else. Cass shifted restlessly, her legs touching his as she moved. The heat from his flesh made her shiver. This seemed to agitate the little combs because for a moment they sucked harder. The steady suckling was making her run wet. She wanted Eyoen to make love to her badly.

  “You already know that demons are magical creatures.” He waited until she nodded. “You also know that Cyani royals have a few unique characteristics that set us apart, aside from this distinct shade of blue skin. You’re familiar with my pheromones, which enhance your physical pleasure. You’ve seen me manifest different objects here and there, or poof things, as you like to say. But I haven’t really shown you the real me, not entirely.”

  “No?”

  He shook his head. “No. There is really nothing that I can’t do with my body.” He leaned forward and stroked her bound wrists. “Or yours.”

  Cass wondered if she should be nervous. She was tied up and he was telling her there were no limits to what they could do sexually. But instead of fear or concern or a desire to get free all she felt was excitement. Energy seemed to hang in the air over their bodies. Smart or not she couldn’t deny she was looking forward to whatever he’d concocted.

  “Do your worst, demon,” she whispered.

  Eyoen smiled slowly. “As you wish, my dear.”

  Cass raised a brow but said nothing.

  “Don’t be nervous,” Eyoen crooned when she began to fidget. “You’ll like this.”

  He picked up the warming paddle and teased her between the legs with it. She jerked in surprise when electricity zinged her wet flesh.

  “Feel that? Long ago this paddle was used to discipline children on Cyanus. It delivers a small, nonthreatening shock. My father had the practice outlawed when he took the throne, but the device found a new use as a sex toy not long after. Personally, I suspect it was always used for that, in secret.”

  Cass yelped when he shocked her again.

  “Do you know why my countrymen decided this instrument made a better sex toy than punishment?”

  Cass thought she might have an idea. She was panting heavily now. Between the energy combs and the feelings that came after the shock faded, she could barely catch her breath. She wanted to get up and run for miles, that or fuck the absolute shit out of the demon currently torturing her with pleasure. She moaned softly, yanking at her bonds.

  “They noticed that after the children’s tears dried, they had more energy. Many often got into even more mischief. It was like they couldn’t help themselves. They could run and hide and play and tear things up for hours. Teachers would be absolutely exhausted by the time the children were just starting to wind down.”

  Eyoen leaned down slowly, his heart leaping happily when Cass arched, straining upwards to meet his lips. When their mouths touched she tried to swallow him whole. She groaned happily when his weight came down to cover her.

  “When we finish making love I imagine you too will want to run around, but first I’ll do my best to help you expend some of the energy generated from the paddle.”

  Cass was already feeling its effects. She couldn’t seem to stop moving, her limbs twisting and pulling restlessly at her bonds. She wanted to beg him to make love to her, but curiosity kept her silent. It was starting to look like they might be into some kinky stuff on his star.

  “Thousands of years ago, demons discovered that sex was much more powerful when they engaged mind and body together.”

>   “Are you going to lecture me? I didn’t know I was going back to school. Should I take notes?”

  Eyoen shook his head at her teasing. “Hush, my dear. Now where was I? Oh, yes, the mind body connection. I have all sorts of little toys that I could use on you, like the energy combs, but I’d prefer to keep this organic. Is that okay with you?”

  “Yes! Let’s see what you got.”

  Eyoen grinned and inclined his head. “As you wish. Now, a human man has to rely solely on his senses. What he can hear, see, touch, taste and smell. You know I have access to more data that those more tangible things. I can read your mind.”

  “And I can read yours.”

  “Yes, you can,” he said, with some satisfaction. “But I can also read your intentions, tap into your instincts and anything in your subconscious that might not have surfaced yet. It affords me considerable access, my dear. More access than you’ve ever really imagined.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I’m saying that I know what you want before you do.”

  “Okay. Prove it.”

  “Patience, my dear.”

  “Damn that! You’re a clit tease.”

  He burst out laughing. “What?”

  “You heard me. You’re running your mouth like you’re giving a speech or something. I want you to put up or shut up. I don’t think they do anything different on Cyanus. I think you’re just gassing my head up ‘cause you like looking at me restrained.”

  Eyoen knew she was trying to goad him into making fast and furious love to her. He just shook his head, looking at her like any adult would a stroppy toddler.

  “This is what they call topping from the bottom, sire,” Rierdane informed him.

  “You’re trying to top me from the bottom,” he told Cass who blinked.

  “What? You’re into BDSM now? ‘Cause I’m not.” She yanked on her bonds irritably. She was getting more frustrated by the minute. What she really wanted was a little magic of her own so she could conjure a gag for his mouth, a pair of scissors for the silk ties, and a fresh set of them to use on him.

  Eyoen’s brows shot up. “You would gag and tie me down, hmmm? You’ve gotten awfully mean all of a sudden.”

  “You could always fuck me into a better mood.” She coaxed. She’d never felt this needy. Never even imagined it was possible.

  He didn’t have to tell her anything about the mind body connection. She had only to think of him to want him. This morning she stood outside the shower watching him clean himself until the water ran cold. He said nothing, just smiled and did his best to give her a good show.

  Big hands reached around, muscles bunching in his arms as he cleaned his shoulders. Leisurely he cleaned his ears and neck, lathered his hair. Soap ran lovingly over his chest to frame his belly button and emphasize the length of his still sleeping cock. When he tipped his head back to rinse the soap from his hair she couldn’t help but reach out, sinking the tips of her fingers into the hard muscles of his chest. She felt him shudder but he continued as though she hadn’t touched him.

  When he reached one big hand down to wash his cock, she groaned, opened the shower door, dropped to her knees and cleaned that part of him thoroughly with her mouth. She hummed her approval when he moved so that the water hit his back and not her. Then she could look up, view unimpeded, and watch the pleasure take hold. She focused on the sounds he made, enjoyed the way his lips parted, his chest rose with each deep, agitated breath.

  It made her feel as wonderful as if he was touching her, but she didn’t let him. When he tried to caress her shoulders she shrugged his hands away. When he tried to hold her head, to shove his hands into her hair and control the pace and strength of her sucking, she slapped his hands down.

  “If you touch me I’ll stop,” she threatened and was thrilled by the guttural moan that echoed around the shower.

  She relished the opportunity to return some of the pleasure he lavished on her so unselfishly. Incongruously, in that heated moment, on her knees with her mouth full of him, fondness ran through her. He shivered, feeling it, and teasingly pinched her chin with two long fingers.

  Now her blood continued to heat, the past fading as she shifted, rubbing her ass against the sheets and recalling how it had felt to have the flat of his hand there.

  She sighed raggedly. Desire had taken root in her belly and breasts and long neglected pussy. Even the crack of her ass seemed to miss him because he never failed to touch everything when he made love to her. He usually behaved as though to miss any part, to not lave each finger and toe and curve and dip with his touch was to commit the greatest crime imaginable. Yet now he refused to touch her.

  Tied as she was she couldn’t even touch herself to relieve some of the pressure. She was also confused. He’d never before shown the slightest inclination to delay their sexual gratification before, and now he’d gone to the far side of crazy with it.

  Maddeningly gentle nudges, seemingly accidental caresses, his thigh against hers, his knee against her leg, his forearm against the side of her breast. Nothing was overtly sexual; he behaved as though he had all day to make his home between her legs, content to press her into the bed and talk. She wanted to scream. She wasn’t listening; she was just watching his lips move and waiting for him to wind down like some chatty ass clock with an insanely hot body and a cock that could –

  “Are you listening, my dear?”

  “No!” she yelled. “I want you to fuck me, now!” She drummed her heels against the bed she was so frustrated. Waves of sensational heat ran over her body as his magic surged, and her heart sped up at this involuntary display of his power.

  As if he needed magic when her pussy was pulsing in the same rhythm as the energy combs sucking determinedly on her breasts, and still all she could get out of Eyoen was the occasional caress as he shifted position.

  Even his heat felt good. She wanted to crawl inside him and nest. That or slap that smug look off his face. Her eyes narrowed as he looked back at her; there was a suspicious twinkle in his eye. She’d seen it once before when he played a prank on Priti. Wait a minute… Suddenly Cass began to laugh. Her breasts shook and her belly ached she laughed so hard.

  Eyoen just grinned. “What’s so funny?”

  “I am,” she admitted. “For not realizing that you’ve been playing a game all this time. You win, demon. You’ve mind fucked me but good. Uncle! Mind giving my body a turn now?”

  Eyoen gently touched the combs on her breasts and reluctantly the little things disengaged and he poofed them away, replacing one with his warm, wet mouth. He barely sucked, barely licked her nipple with the very tip of his tongue, and she came. The orgasm flooded her body with shudders so deep they seemed to rattle her very bones.

  When she came to her senses, she found her wrists and ankles free, and Eyoen lying next to her grinning.

  Cass laughed and weakly shook her head. “You win.”

  “Were we in a competition?”

  “No, thank everything. If we were I’d have lost my shirt.”

  “You have no shirt.”

  She laughed with a bit more energy. “You’re right.” She turned her head to look at him. “As soon as I catch my breath I’m gonna tear your ass up,” she promised. “And don’t think I don’t know that you played me. Aside from those wretched little combs, I doubt very seriously you showed me anything really Cyani-like.”

  Now it was Eyoen’s turn to laugh. “I showed you the paddle. Though I have not demonstrated it yet.”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “The night’s young, demon.”

  He held out a hand and an ice cold glass of water appeared in it. “Something to refresh you, my dear? It will hasten your recovery.”

  Chapter eleven

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “You keep rubbing your chest like your heart hurts.”

  Eyoen looked down and found that he was indeed doing as she said. “Oh. I, I feel kind
of strange.”

  “Sick?”

  He shook his head. “No. I feel fine.”

  “Well, what’s wrong?

  “I’m,” he hesitated. “A little anxious.” He sounded surprised.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. Nothing in particular. I just feel weird. Like something is about to happen.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Cass frowned. This was the first time he’d acted at all squirrely. Eyoen typically walked through life curious and confident, but now he looked pained, and she didn’t think it was a real pain in his chest that he rubbing.

  “Are you worried about something?”

  “I, maybe.”

  “Are you homesick?” she pressed.

  “What?”

  “Homesick. Longing for home, needing to be around things that are familiar and comfortable.”

  “I am very comfortable where I am, thank you.” But he appeared to be thinking about the idea.

  “Do you need to call home or something? Check in maybe?”

  Eyoen laughed softly. “And how would I do that? Have you a phone that can reach between galaxies?”

  Cass rolled her eyes at his teasing. “No, I guess not. It’s probably because you sent all that stuff home.”

  Rierdane had transported all of the gifts Eyoen had purchased home by magic and returned with Eyoen’s beloved crystal so he could see his mother and the rest of his family enjoying everything. He’d watched and laughed as his brothers had eaten themselves practically sick, and had to spell each other to cure their unsettled bellies full of so many new and strange foods.

  His father had been conspicuously absent, but Rierdane said the King had liked his bag of golf clubs and the microwave popcorn. “After he got the hang of it.”

  Eyoen just grinned. He watched as his father touched the bag with one powerful finger and then jumped back, hands up in a defensive posture when it exploded and white fluffy kernels rained down everywhere. The King had chuckled, zapped away the mess and immediately called for a new bag, which he munched while Rierdane told him what Eyoen was up to.