Chapter 1:49 Asmodeus Exists, Xoxo Nyx

Chapter 1:49 Asmodeus Exists, Xoxo Nyx

“I didn’t tell you to move,” without taking a step, the warning growl is all I get before the Incubus is towering over me, and I’m suddenly spun with him binding my wrists at the small of my back.

Before I can yelp or process the too fast motion, a large, hot hand comes down in a stinging strike on my right back cheek. I mean to scream, but it comes out as a whimper with my inability to process the wild mix of shame, indignity, and confusion with my cotton boy short panties no better than a burst water pipe failing to contain the lust his power and presence flood my lower regions with.

“Be a good girl for Papa. Yes?” His voice is right on the shell of my ear. So close that I can feel the rumble of satisfaction as I wiggle against him. Praying that the friction of my slick thighs will ease the still echoing pulse I can’t process, let alone dignify, what’s happening with the hard and harsh slap on my other cheek.