“I am a manipulator. I am a cheat and a demon amongst monsters. What if I am lying to you?”
“You’ve yet to lie to me.” She felt like she was admitting to something. It was true, he hadn’t. Aon had played games with her and messed around with her. But never once had he ever lied. “If you were going to hurt me, you would have done it already and not waited for me to say yes. I don’t think you’re as bad as everyone says.”
His hand trailed to her cheek, and she leaned in to kiss his palm. He let out a quiet grunt at the gesture. She slipped her hand against the back of his and began kissing the side of his fingers, one by one.
“Oh, my beautiful creature…” he said quietly, resting his head against hers. It was a tender gesture, even as his metal gauntlet tightened against her hip and pulled her harder against him. As the points of his claws dug into her side, she gasped and arched against him. She felt him grin against her cheek, and his breath was hot against her as he whispered into her ear. “Let us see if I can break you of such a charming notion…hmm?”
She gasped as his clawed hand returned, sliding up the back of her thigh and grasping at the flesh of her rump. Hard enough to sting. “Now go to the table…and lean over it.”
When she went to whirl around, his other hand caught her hair in his fist and kept her from turning. “Ah-ah.” He wound it around his fingers, once, twice, until he had a firm grasp of her blonde strands. She could only cry out as he dragged her forcefully over to the table and tossed her forward.
She landed on her hands, and before she could react or even protest, his hand was then between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest down to the table, bending her over the hardwood surface. “Stay.”
Shocked and unsure of what else to do, she found her stomach had twisted into a knot and her body felt like it was on fire as if he had dropped a lit match into a bucket of gasoline. There was no way she could deny it. She was enjoying this immensely. She enjoyed him immensely. His command had been so direct, she didn’t know how to react. So she just quietly obeyed.
“You are so shy. Look at you blush, even now.” He let out an appreciative hum as he let his hands roam along her backside, squeezing and fondling her. “You somehow manage to find the ability to be coy, despite how very clearly you love my manner of affection.”
“It’s news to me,” Lydia muttered and laid her head on the table on her cheek. He had taken her sight, otherwise she would be desperately watching to see what he was doing. As it was, she was helpless.
“Tell me you jest.” He chuckled darkly as he ran his hands over her body slowly, as if memorizing every inch, every nerve. “Tell me you have not just discovered this sinful part of your soul in my care?” At her embarrassed silence, he pulled in a wavering breath and let it out in a pleasured sigh. “Oh, my poor darling…you are a miracle.”
When his fingers wandered to her core, he found proof of just how much she was “loving his manner of affection.” She moaned as he delved inside of her. When his clawed hand twisted in her hair once more and pulled her head sharply off the table, he let out a low groan in his throat as she writhed beneath him. “You quiver when you are in my hands. How I will delight in teaching you the joys of what I have to offer. But you must be honest with yourself, and with me, about what you want.”
Lydia could only whimper as he released her hair, wandering his claws down her back in a slow drag of sharp nails. She arched her back and cried out. Oh, hell. The way that mixed with what his fingers were doing to her body almost drove her mad. It nearly pushed her over the edge in seconds. It left her hungering for more.
“Yes, just like that,” he purred, voice husky now in his own consuming lust. When his fingers left her, she couldn’t help but whine in dismay. He only chuckled, as he replaced his fingers with something else of his now pressing against her entrance but going no further.
He was going to make her lose her mind. God, how her body cried out for him. She was squirming, on the verge of begging. He pressed against her and then relented, not slipping inside as she so very much wanted him to.
Aon’s lips descend on her jaw, licking along her skin until he took her earlobe in his mouth and bit down on it. She could only moan, digging her nails into the wood table. He chuckled as she continued to wriggle underneath him, and he released her earlobe only to whisper to her. “Say it.”
Lydia was trembling. “Say…what?” she asked, lightheaded and reeling.
“Say you want me. Say you want what I can do to you.” Once more he put pressure against her entrance, but did nothing else. Threatened but didn’t fulfill.
She bit her lip as he traveled his lips to her shoulder, kissing and nipping at her skin. “I—”
“Say it, or I stop. Right here, right now,” he warned.
That sounded far, far more tortuous than anything he was about to do to her. “Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he teased, grinning against her shoulder as he kissed her, licking and teasing at her tender flesh. He pressed against her once more, right at the cusp, promising bliss before withdrawing. “Be specific.”
“Please…don’t stop.”
“Say that you want me, my beautiful, wondrous creature. Say it, and you shall have me,” he growled against her.
She couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, I need you, Aon, I—ah!” Her words broke off in a loud cry as he suddenly and unapologetically answered her request. He let out a deep snarl as he did. As he filled her, hard and uncaring.
She arched her back against him. He straightened, pushing himself up with one hand and catching her throat with the other, pressing her up against his chest. Restricting, but still allowing her some air. It made her head spin, and she found she wanted more.
Lips met hers, passionate and driving. When he broke the kiss, his breath was hot against her. “Good girl…” He squeezed her throat, cutting off her air just a bit more, and she moaned against him. “Do you feel how you tighten around me when I do this? Do you feel how much you love it? But no. I think I have other plans for you tonight.”
He let go of her, laying her back down until her cheek touched the wood as he straightened up. His hands drifted down her shoulders and her back. Slowly, meanderingly, taking his time, he grasped her hips in his hands, and slowly pulled himself all the way out of her, until he was pressed up against her entrance again.
Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed himself back in, bit by bit, inch by inch. She whimpered as she felt him split her body again as he filled her. Damn it, it felt incredible. But it wasn’t enough. And she suspected Aon very much knew it.
As he reached her end, he pulled her against him harder—forcing the last bit of him that didn’t quite fit inside of her. The ache was painful, but she moaned all the same.
“They call me a sadist. They are correct,” Aon mused down at her as he let up on the pressure and began to slowly withdraw. He removed himself from her entirely before he began to slip back into her. His pace was meticulous. It was maddening! “I delight in the agony of others. I derive pleasure from their suffering. But know this, my darling…torment comes in many forms.”
“Aon,” she whimpered, as he repeated his action. Taking her inch by inch, pressing hard into her end until there was none of him left, and then withdrawing all the way. It was patient, was methodical, and it was cruel.
“Hm? Yes?” he asked as though he had no idea what he was doing.
Her body was throbbing, aching, begging for more. For him. What he was doing now kept her body pulled tight like a bowstring. Unable to find release, unable to reach real pleasure. This was more than simple teasing. He was right, it was torture. “Please…”
“Last night, I had intended to tie you to the posts and make you beg for me. Or, lay you out spread eagle upon my dinner table, and torment you until you cried in need. I wished to make you plead for release. I suppose this will have to do instead.”
She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, as he pressed hard into her end to accentuate his words. But still, he didn’t pick up the pace. He chuckled at her dismay and pulled himself all the way out once more, before repeating his action. “Know this, darling…” he purred down to her. “I can—and will happily—do this for hours. Especially if it means that look of hungry suffering never left your stunning features.”
She nearly wept and dug her nails into the lacquer of the wood table. “Damn you.”
He repeated his action of slowly filling her, pressing painfully into her body, and then withdrawing. “Many people would say I already am quite damned.”
She rested her forehead against the table and tried to keep her composure. Tried to keep from squirming in his grasp. Tried to stop the noises that left her throat, each time he filled her.
It went on for minutes! It felt like hours. He kept her body strung tight, unable to relax or let go. She couldn’t stop focusing on the sensation of his length filling her, stretching her, promising more, before abandoning her once more. And still so agonizingly slowly.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Aon, please…I can’t—” she begged.
“You can’t what?” he asked, his voice thick with lust and false innocence.
“I can’t take this anymore.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
“If you are going to ask me to deny myself such pleasure as watching you in such pure and utter suffering as you are experiencing right now…you will have to tell me specifically why.”
She felt her face grow warm as she growled at him in frustration. Her angry glare over her shoulder made him laugh. His flesh-and-blood hand came down her asscheek in a stiff slap, and she shrieked in surprise more than she did in pain.
“You are the one asking for favors. Mind your manners, my beautiful creature,” he teased her, his tone playful. And still, he didn’t relent. Still, he pushed in and out of her like a machine, slow and unwavering.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she whimpered as she tucked her head into her arm, knowing she was blushing in embarrassment.
“How so?”
She growled and almost sobbed. “Aon, please!” He was being so goddamn frustrating!
“Please what?”
When she wailed and thunked her forehead on the table, he cackled in laughter. He pushed himself into her to the hilt so that he could lean over her, his lips running low, sultry kisses up her shoulder and to her ear. “You make this too easy…and too much fun. How is it that your tongue is so sharp, and yet so shy? Tell me what you want me to do. I am at your command. I am your servant. Order me to do your bidding. Tell me your desires as law and I will grant them.”
He turned her head to face him and kissed her. The kiss was everything she wished he would do to her—harsh and passionate, bruisingly strong and unforgiving. She moaned against his lips and wound her hand into his hair, holding onto the embrace and matching it as best she could. But the man was a rising tide, and she always lost the fight.
When he finally broke the kiss, she was breathless, and her condition was worse than before. “Please, Aon…” she whispered. “Stop teasing me…I need more.”
“More of what?” he asked, and she felt his lips curl into a smile where they hovered, a hair’s breadth away from her cheek.
“Of you,” she said and chased his lips with her own, kissing him once more.
He let out an appreciative moan and his hand fetched hers from his hair, twining his fingers between hers and pressing it back down to the table by her side. Slowly he parted from her again and ran his tongue slowly against her lips. “Very well. But you really must be more specific, you know.” He grinned wickedly against her and straightened back up.
Now, he began to move within her. But it was like she was some wilting wallflower on her wedding night—tender and loving. He was being gentle. It was a farce. An utter and total farce. He was doing it to goad her she knew, as he rocked himself within her with all the care of a man handling delicate glassware.
“Damn it all, Aon!” She tried to pull her hand from his where he kept it pinned by her side, but he grasped her hand harder and only laughed at her dismay. Still, he was loving her like a goddamn storybook fairy prince and it was going to drive her insane!
“What?” he feigned that innocence once more. “This is answering your request, is it not? Hardly my style I must admit, but, to each their own. I will cope. I am your lowly slave this night, after all. If you wish for something else, then simply say the word.”
Lydia growled angrily and tried to fight her desire—tried to keep her composure and call his bluff. It dragged on for minutes more, her body on the edge of having what it wanted so very badly but being denied. She tried to beat him at his game. Thought that with each stroke he might snap his resolve before she broke hers. But he showed no signs of weakening, and she felt like she was going to cry at this point. Her body was screaming for him and for what she knew he could do to her. For what he had done to her last night.
“You win!” she exclaimed finally and pushed herself up onto one elbow, her other hand still trapped in his. “I give up. I give up, you win.”
He laughed, dark and horrible. And with that, he used her position over the edge of the table to ram himself into her so hard that her thighs hurt—bottoming out into her violently and pinning himself there, pressing painfully against her end. Something rattled on the table with the force of the blow.
She cried out sharply, and it ended in a moan as she lowered her head, her eyes shutting, feeling pleasure shoot through her like a crack of lightning. That’s what she wanted. That’s what her body needed. Aon leaned his head over towards her, and she felt his breath hot against her ear.
“Do you know how badly I have wished to see you like this? How many times I have played this scene over in my head—you, lying here on my table, at my mercy, crying for the release I could grant you? Since the first time you stepped into this room, I wished to tear your clothes from your body and have you beg for me.”
She could only whimper at his words and at what they did to her. They seemed to coil in her stomach and she felt her body tighten around him.
He groaned at the sensation, and she felt his clawed hand slip up from her hip to tangle in her blonde hair. “Oh, how I wanted to have you, Lydia. Make you mine since the day I saw you. I have wanted to hear you cry out in pleasure, in pain, in desire. I wanted to mold your body to mine until your tears of pain turned to those of joy. Admit you love this as much as I. That this agony brings you pleasure.”
Lydia moaned and nodded. If she could, she would have pushed herself back against him, trying to feel more of him within her. But he had her too well pinned.
“Say the words to me. Tell me you want me to ravage you…to take you…to make you mine. Say you want the kind of pleasure and pain that I can bring you. That only I can bring you.”
“Yes, please, Aon—” she said through a gasp as he dug his teeth into her shoulder. Hard enough to hurt, but not breaking the skin.
“Say it. I want to hear you utter the words,” he growled into her ear, his teeth nipping at the skin. His voice was deep, dark and husky—overtaken with his own lust and pleasure. He was begging her in his own right, even if she was the one suffering.
“I want what you can do to me. Please—I can’t take this anymore. I need you Aon. All of you. And everything that comes with it. I surrender.”
“Say it. Tell me what you wish, in the way only your filthy modern mouth can devise.”
All shame was gone. It was freeing in its own way. “I need you to fuck me, Aon. Fuck me, as hard as you goddamn can.”
“You are better than I could have ever dreamed…” Aon purred in his throat, a low growl that she felt as a rumble against her back. He almost shuddered at her words as he placed a sultry kiss against her throat. “If you want me, then you shall have me.”
He made good on his word. She could barely think through what followed—the white-hot pleasure and pain as he unleashed himself on her. Lydia had never experienced anything like him in her life. It was easy to forget how strong he was, how inhuman. He had promised to push her limits, and his skill in doing so left her feeling like she was wrapped around his fingers and utterly at his mercy.
She loved it.
He had tuned her up like an instrument and played her just the same. Ecstasy crashed over her like a wave, and she cried out his name. He was once more a machine, but this time he was pistoning in her with a force that was going to leave bruises on her thighs where she was pressed up against the lip of the table.
Suddenly, he turned her onto her back, pushing her up so she was laying on her back on the edge. He hooked one of his arms underneath her knee and leaned over her as he filled her again ruthlessly. The change in angle made her cry out again, but this time his lips swallowed up the sound as he kissed her hungrily. As if he was going to consume her whole. His tongue slipped into her mouth, claiming the space as his own without a pause. He was going to take all of her. And she wanted him to.
Lydia held onto him for dear life, grasping the lapel of his vest with one hand, the other tangling into his hair at the base of his neck. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her as he continued his assault. And it was an assault. He wasn’t just filling her, he was destroying her.
And all she wanted was more.
Just when she began to grow lightheaded and she worried she might pass out, Aon let out a low moan in his throat. He clutched to her, pinning her down, holding her supple and obedient. The moan ended in a growl as his thrusts became erratic for a moment before he doubled over her, his cheek against hers, as she felt him spasm against her and throb deep inside of her as he too met his end.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him, feeling his heaving breath. She turned her head to kiss his cheek by his ear, and she could feel his pounding heartbeat. All at once, he was vulnerable and indestructible. Aon let out a long, heavy and sated sigh, and let go of her leg, but did not stand up. He seemed quite happy where he was. That was fine, she didn’t think she could walk.
“That was incredible,” she admitted quietly, once she felt like she could summon the ability to speak.
Aon only grunted quietly in his throat. He nuzzled his head in closer to her, tucking his forehead against her shoulder. It was unlike him to have nothing to say. She realized he was as destroyed as she was.
After a long moment, he straightened up slowly, and she squeaked as he scooped her up in his arms. Lydia held onto him as there was a rush of motion around her and it felt as though she had been dropped through a pit. He had teleported them somewhere.
Silk met her back, and he placed her down on a bed, she assumed—she was still blind. It smelled different in here. Something was unfamiliar. “Where are we?” she asked him, as she heard him shucking the remainder of his clothes.
“My chambers,” he muttered, still sounding out of breath and exhausted. She felt the bed depress as he climbed in next to her. This time, he didn’t bother to ask if she wanted to spend the night with him or vice-versa.
He pulled her close to him, and she curled up against his chest. He was naked now, and she could feel his warmth against her. His heart was still pounding loudly from the exertion. She scooted up to lean on her elbow and ran her hand along his cheek gently, glad to find he was still without his mask.
Her touch drew a low hum out of him, and she smiled, leaning in to kiss his other cheek. She kept gently stroking his cheek, wishing desperately she could see his face. “You all right?” she asked him. “I’ve never known you to be silent.”
“You may be the death of me,” he murmured.
“Don’t be melodramatic, you know you can’t die.” She smiled and snuggled into him, letting her hand drift down to rest on his chest. “And that was your fault, not mine.”
“I cannot help what you compel me to do.”
“Oh, so I’m to blame?”
“Entirely. I have been entrapped by a succubus.”
She chuckled and lifted her head from him to kiss him gently. “You started it.”
“Hmf.” He squeezed her close, and let out a tired sigh. But she felt the smirk on his face. She kissed him once more before she nuzzled her head into his chest. Sleep was calling both of their names.
Lydia drifted off with the warmth of him against her and found herself…content.
