The Demon's Bargain (A Deal With a Demon #4)(13)

Ramanu shifts higher, and then their fingers are at my entrance. I tense, thinking of the claws, but when they press into me, there’s no sharpness or pain. Just a fullness that has me arching my back and whimpering.

There’s no time to wonder how I got here, about the series of decisions that resulted in me naked but for my boots, a demon fucking me with their fingers as they work my clit with their tongue.

As pleasure winds through me tighter and tighter, I edge into that space where Ramanu could ask me anything and I’d say yes as long as they didn’t stop until I cum.

They don’t ask for anything. They just keep at me until I orgasm with their name on my lips. They ease their fingers out of me and give my pussy one last thorough kiss. I think they intend to move up my body, but it’s like that second taste holds them captive. They moan and settle back between my thighs.

“Ramanu,” I gasp.

They ignore me, other than to work their thick tongue into me. I whimper, but we only have so much time before I need to get ready to leave the room. I love this, but I want more, and I’m getting the feeling that, if left to their own devices, they’d spent all the allotted time eating me out.

Maybe another time.

I ignore the voice that tries to point out we only have three days. Not even three full days since the Shadow Market started at midnight last night and we showed up this afternoon.

Another wave of pleasure builds inside me. It’s so tempting to just submit. To let them get me there as many times as they’d like. I should…

I slap my hand against the sharp point of one of their horns. The pain makes me suck in a breath, and Ramanu freezes. They lift their head. “Lenora—”

I bite out the magic command and feel the answering tug in my palm. The response is immediate. Black ribbons appear and wrap around Ramanu’s arms and legs. I flex my fist, wincing at the pain, and the ribbons snap tight, flipping Ramanu onto their back. If I weren’t tangled up in their horns, the quick change in position would have sent me flying, but I end up kneeling over their face.

They flex their fists, pulling against the ribbons. “Neat trick.”

“It serves its purpose.” I carefully move back so I can straddle their stomach and then stand and move to the edge of the bed. “You paint quite the pretty picture.” It’s the truth. They’re spread-eagle on the bed, their body completely at my mercy. Their cock bobs a bit as I kneel between their thighs. “Maybe I should keep you like this for the next three days.”

They flex again, giving another tug on the constraints. “You hold me because I consent to being held.”

I don’t expect the simple statement to shake me to my core. I’ve had a wide range of sexual partners for a variety of reasons. Love, lust, even hate occasionally. Most of the time, even when love was involved, I was achingly aware of any power imbalance. I have to be careful with those less powerful than me. For those who are more powerful? It’s always a push and pull and intricate dance to protect myself while I’m at my most vulnerable.

If I tried this on one of them, they would have slashed through the ribbons or torn them out at the seams and then immediately done something to counter and flip the power balance again. To give proof that they weren’t helpless, even for sex games.

Ramanu isn’t exactly submitting, but they’re allowing me to take the lead for the time being. It’s…refreshing.

I lightly drag my fingernails over their thighs. They let their head fall back to the bed, and I have a moment to sigh over the holes their horns punch in the comforter. That will be expensive, but it’s worth it to see the long line of their throat exposed. To have them willingly putting themself at my mercy.

To have them…trusting me.

At least in this.





Chapter 6





Ramanu





“Pain for the sake of pain? Or pain to spice pleasure?”

It takes several beats for Lenora’s low voice to penetrate the fog of lust clouding my thoughts. I had a moment where I almost instinctively shredded the ribbons she summoned. I’m very glad I didn’t. My little witch is practically preening as she alternates between massaging my thighs and lightly stroking them with her sharp nails.

And they are sharp. Magically reinforced and able to shred flesh if she’s so inclined. It’s a token of how far gone I am that I’m not worried about how close those nails are to my nether bits.

I suck in a breath. “The latter.”

“Good to know,” she murmurs. Lenora leans down and takes my length into her mouth. My whole body goes tight as she sucks me down, down, down. It shouldn’t be possible for her to take all of me like this, but her lips meet my base, and she hums happily.

Then the little witch rakes her nails down my thighs, scoring me deeply.

I cry out.

Pleasure and pain twine together as she sucks me hard. I dig my heels into the mattress, trying to hold out, to fight against the growing pressure and tightness. Fuck. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to cum, and then…

I’m not ready for this to stop.

A jerk of my arms and the ribbons holding them snap. I dig one hand into her hair and haul her off me. “Come here.”

“Bossy.” But she doesn’t fight me as I lift her to straddle my hips. I wrap a fist around myself, and then I’m at her entrance. Though the little witch didn’t need to fight to take me in her mouth, she’s fighting now. She whimpers and rolls her hips, sinking inch after slow inch down. I try to arch up, but the ribbons around my legs hold me immobile.