She let out a squeal and her legs turned to jelly. He held her up against him, and she could feel the hard press of his erection against her belly.
Asmodeus nuzzled her neck. His laughter vibrated through her insides. Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back, and her body betrayed her quickly. Her pussy grew moist and her clit throbbed between her thighs.
“I don’t,” she panted.
“Really?” he dared her. His voice was laced with amusement. “We shall see about that. No more illusions and dreams, sweet one.”
He moved quickly. Asmodeus picked her up, gripping her ass and tossing her roughly on top of one of the tables. The sounds of glass shattering and heavy silverware clattering to the concrete ground filled her ears. Panic set in as she started to fight back. Elizabeth caught her bearings, slapping at him, her fingers clawing as she tried to keep him away from her. It was one thing to accept the dreams, the fake realities he imprinted in her mind. But to really allow him to do things to her—in public.
The flat of her hand came up hard and fast.
Smack!
She connected clean with his face. Elizabeth hissed as the heated pain coated her palm. Asmodeus paused, glaring down at her. He didn’t stop as he managed to get her jeans unbuttoned and zip down. In one quick fluid motion they were down around her ankles. He shoved his body between her thighs, stretching her open. She shoved at his chest. His nose touched hers and he snarled.
“Behave.”
Her arms were yanked roughly over her head and she was pinned. She realized, to her horror, that the act, this whole violent, sexual display had made her nipples achingly hard. Her cunt creamed over her folds, and she was panting, thrusting her hips up against his body. Elizabeth heard his hum of approval as she yanked at the invisible bonds.
“Shhhh, little one. I promise I’ll make you come for real.” His breath hushed over her panty-covered pussy.
She fought to close her legs, but he growled and slammed her thighs against the table roughly. Elizabeth felt a finger slide between the cotton of her underwear and the wet folds that pulsed in time with her heart beat. Then the warm breeze lapped at her exposed pussy right before his tongue flicked over her swollen clit. Her head slammed back against the table, her hips thrust up against his mouth.
“That’s it, little one. Demand, take, enjoy my mouth sucking on your hot little cunt.”
His voice was muffled against her weeping hole. She thrust up again, her mind trying to yell at her to stop, but her body was already in his hands.
“Fuck,” she whimpered.
Elizabeth looked down between her legs. Asmodeus licked the pads of his index and middle fingers before circling her clit, then shoving them deep inside her cunt. She cried out as her walls feathered around the thick digits, sucking him in deeper.
“Good girl. Fuck my fingers, yes, that’s it. Fuck, you’re tight, I thought this shit was just my fantasy but you are so swollen and wet for me, little one.” He laughed before diving back down, sucking her clit into his mouth and rolling it against the tip of his tongue. He nipped and bit at it. Her mind blanked and she was lost to the ecstasy. At some point the invisible bonds released her. She realized her fingers were planted into his thick, dark hair.
Her hips thrust, fucking his fingers, his mouth. She rode the edge, trying to hold back her orgasm, trying to keep a piece of her soul from shattering as this man took her pleasure and devoured all her self-control. His fingers suddenly curved inside her, brushing up against something tender and she snapped. Her body responded and he nipped at her clit as an orgasm rolled through her body. Elizabeth screamed his name as she felt the pressure between her legs release and she realized she squirted for him. His fingers kept a lazy pace as he milked out her orgasm.
She was so tender as the waves crashed down and she tried to shove his hand away. He pinned her wrist down easily and laughed as she fought the lack of control. A mini orgasm shattered and she jerked violently on the table. She was barely able to breathe as he slipped up her body, and grabbed the back of her neck. Their panting breath mingled as he got closer. She could smell her own release on his lips right before he kissed her. His tongue demanded entrance and danced with hers. Her fingers clawed at his chest to get closer, as tears poured down her cheeks.
Elizabeth realized in this moment that he wasn’t just dangerous because he was evil. He was dangerous because she liked that evil. The dominance, her submission, would kill her slowly if she stayed with him. The spicy taste of her own wetness brought a moan to her lips.
She knew she had to get the fuck away from him and now.
She knew this even as she snuggled into his welcoming arms.