The Demon and His Plaything

1 | Their first scene

Introductions

If you have read any of my other stories, this one takes off straight away just the same. If this is your first time, strap in. For new and old, this one has some rougher play than in other books. Fair warning we will see BDSM, Dom Sub relationships, bloodplay and multiple partner sexual relations. As a work of fiction, nothing contained herein should be used as a guide nor do I claim to be an expert in these relationships. As a work of fiction, I take full dirty artistic license.

So, enjoy...

Eve

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The hotel room was quiet. He let himself in, the latch flipped to hold the door open. Pausing for only a moment at the foyer of the large suite, he wondered how long she had been waiting for him. If she had been worried to leave herself so vulnerable.

His heart beat with purpose. All the planning and discussions were converging to this point of their first meeting. Excitement coursed through his veins. Any initial doubts of his ability to be up for the task evaporated with the calm knowledge of what he was here for.

Waiting patiently for him, she sat sideways on the floor, a blanket spread out under her. Rope crisscrossed her body, face obscured by a leather half-hood. She had gone a step further in their attempt to keep anonymity by affixing a blindfold also. Both leather objects obscured the top half of her face and completely covered her hair. All that was visible was her heart-shaped jawline and plump pink lips.

Black rope wrapped across her chest and created a v at the base of her throat. The binding was tight, her breasts emphasised by the constriction caused by the rope. She had tied the box tie herself, waiting for him to tie her hands into it to restrain her arms behind her back.

The sound of him entering drew her attention, her chin rising. She breathed in deeply through her nose before exhaling slowly out of her mouth.

Cool anticipation could only describe her demeanour. She had to be afraid–what if it wasn't him? And even it being him, she didn't know him. Not really. If she was afraid, she gave no indication.

Her legs were kept free to move and she raised herself to her knees as he entered, her pouty lips trembling in anticipation.

"Hello, my pet."

She flashed a grin at his greeting. An excited and animalistic grin. A quick glimpse of teeth below the blackness of the hood. "Hello, Godrick."

Her utterance of his name, in a tone dripping with promises, brought a rushing wave of energy to the young man.

He walked around her and swiftly tied her hands.

Pulling back, he licked his lips and appraised the woman at his feet. Quietly, he removed his clothing. Folding them and setting them down just to give him time to take her in. A quacking anticipation built as the seconds stretched in the silence.

"You ready?" Godrick asked softly.

Her head tilted to where his voice came from. "Yes, sir."

The use of the honorific term made his member twitch with further arousal.

"What are you ready for?" He asked, circling her. Her head tilted like she was trying to follow his movements.

She shivered at the question. "To be your toy, sir. To give you everything–for you to take it as forcefully as–" Her voice cut off, not sure if he would like her assertiveness.

He chuckled lowly at the excitement that had made her words tumble from her. No recourse coming from her impropriety.

"And you do this out of the goodness of your heart?" He asked in a playful tone, but with no mistake that he was the one in charge.