Chapter 5

I have never been so excited for sex with just one person. I can barely keep still as I sit on the bed, waiting, wondering.

What was he going to do? Oh, hell, I want whatever it is. I need whatever it is. I'm so excited that my hands are shaking as I struggle with my belt.

Then I yelp in surprise when I'm pulled into a strong embrace. The yelp quickly turns into a laugh as David throws me onto the bed and pins my wrists above my head.

"David!" I say in mock protest as he climbs on top of me and smiles.

"It's my fantasy," he says, low and seductive. "I get to be on top."

"Sounds good to me," I laugh, and he devours the sound when his lips crash onto mine.

There's no hesitation. He takes without a second thought. His hand snakes up my shirt to pinch one of my nipples as he bites my lower lip, and I moan at the sensations combined.

He lets go of my wrists and pulls my shirt over my head. He tosses it aside, then sits up to gaze down at my exposed chest.

"Beautiful," he whispers, before leaning down and running his tongue along the curves and swells of my muscles, over my stomach, and stopping when he reaches my jeans.

I lift my head to watch him work as his fingers deftly unbuckle my belt just enough so he can tug my jeans down and off my legs, leaving me bare before him.

"Goddamn," he says, his voice heavy with lust. He stares at me for a moment, as if measuring me up, before he leans forward and takes my cock in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, David," I moan, my head rolling back as I look up at the ceiling. There's something in the way he slides up and down the length that feels like worship, and I think I'm dying a little.

One hand gently fondles my balls while he uses the other to slip a finger inside me. He only works his way up to two before he pulls away completely. I whimper at the sudden loss of contact.

"Turn over," he commands. "On your knees."

I do as he says, and although I'm more than familiar with the sensation of being entered, he catches me off-guard when he does it in one quick, hard thrust. I cry out when he grabs me hips to hold me in place as he moves in and out without giving me a moment to catch my breath.

"Shh," he says, squeezing my hips tight. "I'll go slower next time."

I start to reply, but then something wraps around my neck and clicks into place.

It's a dog collar, I quickly recognize.

"Ohh," I murmur, and discover there's a leash, too, because he pulls on it to jerk my head back.

"Who's a good boy?" he asks in a voice that's thick and dark and delicious.

"Me," I quickly gasp out.

"Good," he says, and strikes my ass with the palm of one hand as he continues to slam into me. The strikes alternate between stinging pain and mind-numbing pleasure. Every so often, he twists the leash, pulling my head back as I let out broken half-moans, half-whimpers.

I know I won't die. But my lungs still burn as I struggle to breathe, air leaving me faster than I can gasp it back. Each thrust is punctuated by a pull on the leash, and the collar's rough leather edges bite into my neck.

I feel completely powerless.

I've never felt more alive.

My fingers flex and grasp at the sheets. Time seems to slow down to just the two of us, just the sensation of him taking both my ass and my air. I use the last breath I've got to give a breathless whine, a desperate high-pitched sound.

He lets the leash go slack, and I look back at him to see him grinning.

"You like that?" he asks.

I nod eagerly, and he slaps my ass. "Answer me."

My legs are starting to tremble. "I love it!"

"Do you want me to fuck you harder?"

"Yes!"

He grips my shoulders and really starts to ram it into me, and all I can do is grunt as he fucks me. As I get accustomed to the rhythm, I begin to meet his thrusts, and everything just feels fucking amazing.

Then he breaks the rhythm and pulls on the leash to force me into a dangling position where only my knees stay on the bed. I'm suspended in the air by the collar, my whole body going limp and unable to move as he squeezes my hip with his other hand to hold me in place.

I've had rough sex before, but this was… different.

His nails dig into my flesh as his grip tightens.

My lips part, and no sound comes out.

I am completely at his mercy.

My throat goes tight as I try to find just a bit of air.

He doesn't relent. He doesn't slow down. He just keeps taking, and I'm happy to give it all to him.

I want to give him everything and more.

My eyes flutter closed as the world gets just a little fuzzy around the edges, and in that moment, he lets me drop back down onto my hands and knees.

It's difficult to catch my breath when he nudges my legs further apart and somehow manages to drive in deeper. I can make sound again, although it's raspy, broken whines as my throat fights to let air in and not out.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Cum for me."

It's all I need to send me over the edge, and I cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm crashes into me. I'm still panting and barely recovered from the bliss when he starts fucking me again, and soon he's groaning, ramming into me with full force.

After a few more desperate thrusts, he yanks the leash, pulling my head back and groaning loudly as he finds his own orgasm. We're both breathing heavily as he lets the leash go slack, and he leans forward to kiss me.

He lets go of the leash, and I collapse onto the mattress into my own mess. He gets off of me, and I immediately feel cold as he takes his warmth with him. He grabs the collar, quickly releasing me from it.

"I'll be right back," he says.

I wait patiently for him, too exhausted to be curious enough to watch him leave. He soon returns with a washcloth and a little first aid kit. He cleans me off with a loving tenderness, then bandages my neck where the collar had cut in.

I snuggle into his arms as he holds me, and he smiles.

"Was I a good boy?" I ask, finally able to speak again.

"You were a perfect boy," he says, kissing my forehead. "My perfect boy."

I simply smile in response. I lie there for a while before something heavy starts to settle in my chest. It's suddenly harder to breathe than it was when the collar had been tight around my throat.

I recognize it as guilt, stronger than ever before.

I sit up and look down at him, my eyes searching his face. "David, if I tell you a secret, will you give me a chance to explain?"

I can see him grow visibly anxious, but he nods. "Okay."

"Promise you won't freak out?" I ask.

"I promise I'll try not to."

I nod. That's about as good as I can expect.

I breathe in slowly. Holy shit, I'm so nervous I might die on the spot.

A part of me wants to look away, but I hold his gaze. "I'm… I'm not human," I say softly. "I'm an incubus."

David's eyes widen, but he stays silent.

I clench my fists. "I swear this is real. I'm not controlling you and making you feel things for me." I laugh, a hollow sound. "I know I can't really prove it, but I swear. I'm... I can't believe I'm telling someone this, but I... I genuinely like you. So I want to tell you the truth."

He doesn't speak for a while before he shakes his head. "I… I, uh…" He frowns. "I don't know if I can believe you?"

I sigh. How could he?

Ah.

Of course.

I lean into him, kissing him softly on the lips, holding the soft touch for a few moments.

Then, I open the proverbial floodgates.

I pour into him, flooding his body all at once with ecstasy as I give back all the desire and love he's filled me up with.

He's almost ready to collapse from the sensations, but I pull back before he can.

"Believe me now?" I ask.

I see fear in his eyes, and it breaks my heart.

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing," I say quickly. "At least, nothing bad. I just want you." My head drops, unable to look into his eyes a moment longer. "I just… wanted you to know the truth."

"The truth," he says, as if tasting the word. He frowns, his brow furrowing, and he sighs. He sighs, and leans back against the headboard. "I can't process this right now. Can... Can we just..."

After a pause, he looks at me. "Can we just keep doing what we've been doing? For now, at least?"

I nod quickly. "Of course. Whatever you need. I'll do anything you want to prove I'm dead serious about you."

David smiles faintly. "You don't need to prove anything to me. Just... Just be patient, alright? I just need a chance to wrap my head around all of this."

I nod. "Alright."

"Thank you." He smiles, before leaning in and kissing me. "Tell me about yourself."

I shift to lie on my side, propping my head up with one hand. "I was born without knowing my father. Which is normal. Most incubi think they're human because they've only got a human mom around. Until puberty hits, and it's like... A switch is flipped. And I just want, and I can get what I want, so I take."

"How do you know that you're an incubus, and not just... I dunno. A very sexual person? Maybe you were just confused about what you were feeling?"

I raise my brow. "Because all I have to do is touch someone and they orgasm. I think about sex, and someone will offer up themselves."

After a moment of thoughtful silence, he smiles. "So... You're saying you've never been in love, then."

I flush as my eyes dart to the side. "Never before I met you."

He smiles and snakes a hand around my side to pull me toward him. "Then I'm the first."

I nod.

"Do you feel this way about all the people you... take from?"

"No," I admit, closing my eyes. "I thought I was just hungry."

"What changed?"

I chuckle. "You showed me slasher movies and didn't fuck me and I was happy." I laugh, a little awkwardly. "I guess I got it pretty bad."

He smiles. "Yeah, I would say so."

He wraps both arms around me, and I can hear his heartbeat. It's elevated, but not racing.

I'll take whatever I can get.

"Can I ask you something?" he asks.

"Anything."

"What... What do you eat?"

I pause and try to choose my words carefully. "I mean, I can eat anything you can... But to survive, I need sex. Or, well." I frown thoughtfully. "I guess it's less sex and more, the energy behind it. With you, all it takes is a kiss and I feel like I'm full."

"So I'm your food."

I wince at the sound of hurt in his voice. "If you were anyone else, yeah. You'd just be food. But... I don't..." My chest aches. "I can't sum you up with just one word like that. You're more. You're... everything."

David smiles. "You're sweet."

I laugh, feeling my face grow warm.

"You're blushing," he says. "No one's seen you blush before?"

"Never before you," I admit.

"I'm glad I can do that to you."

David holds me close until my eyelids start to flutter closed. All I feel is safety, warmth, and love.

I feel like I'm home.