Taking the Knot by Sean Michael
Chapter Three
I’ve been waiting a long time for a man of my own. I’ve been with many—I’m very sexual as all demons are—but I’ve never had a special one. Never had the one meant for me. But from the moment I saw Matt, I knew. He might not know yet, but he’s drawn to me. I can tell he wants me despite himself.
Lovely boy, tanned and blond, blue eyes, with a lovely ass—I’m addicted already. This lovely boy was made for me. I love the muscles and pride. And the way he sucks. By everything below, I couldn’t ask for a better one.
I hold him tight, letting him feel my strength. I want him to remember what this feels like when he leaves. I want him to come back and beg me to take him in and keep him.
I can be patient, especially now that I know he feels our bond, deep within. Eventually, he will see me without my glamour and know the truth of who I am. Until then, I’ll be good.
Speaking of being good… I turn holding into touching, moving my hands along his skin.
There’s nothing to say I can’t make him feel good, right? That I can’t explore him. That I can’t tilt the scales in my favor.
There are so many things I’m going to do with him. Just thinking about the open canvas of his body and his mind, I hum, my cock filling inescapably. He moves against me, wriggling.
It makes me hum, and I close my eyes, letting his wriggling pull delight out of me.
I want to take his ass, fill him with my seed. I want to make him come over and over until he screams.
Maybe I could make him come again from torturing his little nubs. I let my hands drift up from the top of his gauzy slacks. I know if I use him well, the touch of his shirt will make him moan for days. He won’t be able to forget me even if he tries.
He catches his breath and stops wriggling. He can tell what I’m about to do and his anticipation is thick on the air.
Our kind requires a certain strength in our bondmates, a fight. A struggle and yielding.
I get to his nipples and his hands fly up to stop mine where they are.
“I… they’re sensitive.”
“Good.” I clamp onto them, rolling them once before I pull them out away from his body.
He cries out, his body bucking, chest trying to follow my hands to ease the tug. My cock throbs against his ass at his perfect response.
He grabs my wrists and I squeeze harder, clamping on tight. I’m the master here. He’ll learn that, but even when he does, he’ll fight, and in the end, that’ll make his submission that much better—every time.
“Let go…” His cock is filling, his voice ringing with need already.
“When you admit you love it.” I’m not going to let him pretend for a minute he hates it, even if he never stops fighting it.
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, so rude. When you’re mine, you’ll be punished for rudeness.” I keep working his nipples, strong, steady tugs, my nails pinching hard.
He’s rocking in my lap now, searching for something to rub his swollen cock against. I let go of one of his nipples and press my hand against his solid need. The gauze will lend its own sensation to the textures touching him.
He reaches up, working his now free tit. Oh, little slut. I’m in love.
I squeeze his package, rubbing his cock slit through the gauze, and I work the tit I’m holding onto harder—I want him to know which one is being worked by me.
“Burns…” He writhes in my lap, his lips fuck-swollen and red.
“Yeah, but does it burn good enough to come from?” I press into his slit again and yank hard on his nipple. I watch the way his mouth drops open and his eyes roll back in his head. Oh yeah, it does. “Have you ever had this sweet cock fucked?”
“What? No.” He arches, pushing hard into my hand.
“It’s fucking delicious. I’m going to enjoy fucking your slit with a pretty bit of metal. I’ll use it to plug you too. Make it so you can’t shoot. Oh, you’ll be able to come. It’ll just stay stuck inside you—make everything bigger. Better. Hotter.” I keep working his nip and slit while I’m talking, deliberately twisting my words and actions together. “We’re going to have such fun. An eternity of wickedness.”
He shakes his head, but Matt is beyond words now. I can feel how close he is, I can hear it in his heartbeat. I lean in and whisper into his ear. “Come for me, boy. Show me that you belong to me.”
Matt comes in long, heady pulses, his perfect abs clenching with his need. Rumbling happily, I bring my hand up to my mouth, licking away Matt’s come. He tastes good.
He tastes like mine.
I give his nip one last tug and pat his cock, and then I simply wrap him up in my arms again and hold him once more. I’ll have to let him go in an hour or so when his jeans have dried, but until then I’ll hold on.
I’m not going to stress it anyway. I know he’ll be back.