The Ðemon's Slave (Complete)

chapter 15

Hello beautiful,  I have had a really long and tiring day but I hope you have a great day. 

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Bliss pov

When I finally returned home we're both tired from the day's work we walk up to his room and he allows me to change into his shirt and shorts in the bathroom. I walk to the bathroom with the shirt and shorts in my hands I slowly close the door behind me and get undressed. After what happened yesterday it's a lot easier to take off the dress.

Once I am just in my underwear I look in the mirror and realize that I never would have worn this in my wildest imagination. This thong and lacy black bra, I can't think of myself wearing this. Before I can think any more on the subject I take the shirt and pants and slipped them on.

Once I'm done I grab the maid uniform and leave the bathroom. I shut the door quietly behind me and go to the dresser to put my clothes away. I look back and he is just sitting on the bed watching me. After minute of us both staring at each other he says, "you look good in my clothes."

He has an easy smile on his face as he just watches me. I'm sure I can feel blush flowing to my cheeks although I don't know if being dead and a soul changes how my face looks. I curtly respond, "thank you master."

His easygoing smile slips from his face in a flash with an emotion I can't read, the emotion passes over him too quickly for me to comprehend what it was. "What did you call me?" He asked in the deathly quiet voice. He says it loud enough for me to hear but quiet enough that it's menacing in a different way than shouting is.

It's almost scarier or feels as if a viper is about to bite and waiting for its chance. "Master?" I'm confused. What does he mean? Have I done something wrong? He gets up from the bed and walks over to the dresser where I put down my clothes and turn fully to him. Walks over slowly, menacingly.

When he gets to me he bends down to put his hands on either side of me, so we are at eye-level. This doesn't feel like it did yesterday not nice or calming, the atmosphere around him seems annoyed almost angry but not quite. He leans down even closer and says so softly that I can almost not hear it, and not hear the double meaning tipped with a threat.

"What are you supposed to call me?" He pronounces every word carefully and meticulously. It takes me a second to realize that this time yesterday he told me he wanted me to call him by his name. I let out a small gasp realizing the mistake I made.

"I'm so sorry!" I practically scream out. He winces a little at my sudden change in volume but then the smile slowly creeps back on his face. He even says with a very kind expression on his face, "call out my name." I let the silence hang between us for a second before I say ever so quietly, "Semja," he hums a little urging me to continue.

I say his name a bit louder this time enough for there to be no question what I'm saying, "Semja." He nods his head a little and then to my utter and complete shock he moves his head to the side and puts it on my shoulder.

His arms no longer tense and on the wood of the dresser, are wrapping around my back gently, almost crossing my lower back. He takes a large breath in through his nose and if I didn't know any better I would say he looked like a dog smelling his owner, to memorize the scent. He stayed like that for a good amount of time just breathing me in. My arms went slowly around his lower waist holding him to me.

It feels right for him to be there it's like there's nothing wrong in the world. As if I am just a woman who is hugging a man and he is just a man hugging a woman. We are not demon and soul or food and predator or even master and servant, in this moment we are just two beings holding each other close.

I don't know if he needs comfort or if he just needs me but whichever the case we still hold each other. When we finally change positions he moves his head from my shoulder to my neck continuing to keep his nose close to my skin and his head goes farther up my head until it reaches the top and sits there comfortably.

I'm stricken by my how tall he is, if I were an ant he would be a fly or medium spider. Not too large as to look weird if we are put side by side but larger in every way than I am, which is interesting to see. After some more minutes fly by and he continues to breathe in my scent, he gives a bit of a tighter squeeze and lets me go.

My hands automatically fall back to my sides but I miss the warmth of his body. He felt perfect in my arms like perfectly fitting two puzzle pieces together and his warmth is so comforting that I couldn't help lean into him. I wonder if I have the same effect on him and that's why he wants my touch.

When we separate he turns around and his hand catches mine and he starts pulling me to the bed. I don't know why but I don't resist in any way not even the tiniest muscle in my pinky toe wants to fight back. He leads me to the bed and he lies down in it, then pat's the space beside him.

I don't know what he's planning on doing but I can comply and slip in beside him. He pushes the covers over us and I noticed with a little bit of a laugh that his wings at the moment hanging off the side of the bed, they're just so large. Before I can say anything about him getting a bigger bed for his wings he wraps his arm around my torso and pulls me to his chest so we don't even have a paper of space between us. He whispers in my ear "it's time to sleep," and I instantly fall asleep in his arms.

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