It Is Good To Be The Demon Ch 07

While she was still in the throes of her orgasm, I had managed to slip my hair out of her hands, and my face out of her quivering sex. I had put my free thumb on her clit, rubbing lightly. Meanwhile, I left the other one in her little bud. Any fucking that was happening there at this point, was all her.

As I felt her start to come down off of the wave of her release, The Demon was once again screaming in my ear, "Take this bitch! Take her NOW!!"

I'm thinking "Fuck Yeah! Time to claim my property!" I then removed both thumbs.

I rose to my feet, kept those legs over my shoulders, and made sure her pussy was in a straight line shot. I reared my hips back, and was just about to make the power thrust of all thrusts, straight in as deep and as hard as I could go.

Just before, I "pulled the trigger", She busted out crying. I don't mean just crying because she had finally felt herself cum for real. I mean the kind of cry that wracked her whole body. Her legs left my shoulders, and she immediately went into the fetal position. She was crying so hard, that my heart went right out to her.

I really had no choice. I bent over her, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and said, "I'm here, Baby."

Her body shifted, and her arms were around my neck so fast and hard, I thought I would lose my senses.

"Tell me, pet."

She stayed silent except for the crying, which by this point had slowed down. She still had the death grip of a hug, clamped on.

Then, I thought of something that may help. I simply shifted her body, took her in my arms, and picked her up off of the bed.

I carried her back to the couch, back to our "talk" place. I could tell very quickly that this had been the right move. She loosened up the death grip and moved her self into my lap.

Her mouth was at my ear, and she whispered "Thank you, Sir. Thank you."

"What exactly are you thanking me for, Baby girl?"

"You did something I thought would never happen, Sir. You made me feel like I was a woman. More than that, you made me feel wanted, I mean REALLY wanted. What you did was amazing. I'm a wanted woman, and we haven't even had sex yet. Just amazing."

"Adrian, Honey. Before you give me too much credit, a lot of that was you. And someday, the right guy, or girl would have come along and would have been able to do the same thing."

"Maybe you are right, Sir. But what you don't get, is that IT WAS that big, that strong, because you made me yours. You didn't just make me tell you that I was yours, many times, I might add. But, in that whole thing in there, you MADE me yours. My head felt it, my heart felt, my soul felt it. And because of that is why I just broke down. Because, If I told you what I was thinking right afterwards, I'm not sure you would understand or take it the right way."

"Ok, this sounds serious. We need to talk. Go get us a couple of sodas, and we will hash it out. I will remind you though, this is a school night. You have to get some rest sometime."

"Yes Sir" She said as she went to get the drinks.

To my Dear Readers; I can almost hear some of you at this point going "What the fuck!?! He finally started the sex scene, and now they are going to talk again? Really? That's not how a "Dirty Story" goes! C'mon dude, you are supposed to be tearing her pussy up right now, fuck the crying!"

Or some variation thereof.

You are right of course, that is NOT how your typical "Dirty Story" goes. But, this is not the typical "Dirty Story". I'm not just making shit up, I'm telling you things that happened. In my 52 years, I've had things happen that would curl your hair, as they used to say. Just as many of you have had, I'd imagine.

Sure, the dialogue might be a little too pat, or perfect, or whatever. But, I AM working from memory. None of us here would be able to remember things "note for note" as they say in music, but trust me, it's close, it's damn close.

So, why would I stop things where I did and have a talk with Adrian (not her real name)? Because, it happened that way!

I've taken great pains to try and explain the shit she had lived through for 18 years, only slightly modified, at her request, because those assholes are still out there.

Knowing all of that, and knowing how I felt about her and was starting to feel even more about her. Why would it be so out of the norm, that I would stop everything to let her tell me what she needed to say?

Yes, I'm The Demonmaster, the sadist I have presented myself to be. But, I'm still a human being, with all of the feelings that come with being one. and as I explained earlier, I carry some of the same "scars" as she does.

Ok, pity party over. Those of you who will continue on this journey with me, I Thank you.

Adrian had returned to the couch, with the sodas. She somehow just could not get close enough to me to suit her, so she ended up back in my lap. The funny part was, my dick was still rock hard, and was stuck under her somewhere. I had to shift her a bit, to make myself more comfortable.

She actually giggled at this, and had mostly dried her eyes. I took this as a good sign.

"I think he likes me." another giggle.

"Are you kidding, right now he wants to be fucking you so hard, that your head is banging off of the headboard!"

"Yes, you have been patient haven't you, Sir? I thank you for that, more than you could ever imagine. I do however plan to try and show you how much it means to me, by making "him" happy over and over."

"The state you have him and me in right now, is gonna make that a long hard job, pet."

"Well, I plan to do just that, Sir. But, I needed to talk with you a little more first."

"I'm here baby, talk to me."

"Yes Sir"

"I'm really trying to figure out where to start, because like I said before, I'm very afraid that you will take it the wrong way, and change what we have. That is the farthest thing away from what I'll be trying to get across, Sir."

"I have always found, pet, that when you have something weighing on you that hard, It's best to treat it like a bandage. Meaning, that no matter how easy you try to take it off, it is still going to hurt. Taking it off slow, will just make it hurt longer. If you just grip it and get it over with, It will still sting, but not as long."

"But, I'm not in any way trying to sting you, Sir. I'm trying to make sure that when the time comes, you do what you have to do to "sting" me. And I'm not talking about sex, Sir. I know my Master will have many "stings" for me, and these I look forward to, if you can believe that. I have hurt "bad" for a long time, I want to hurt "good" now. If that sounds crazy, blame it on having a Brainiac for a slave, Sir"

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Which actually seemed to make her visibly relax a little.

"I would say then, my little Brainiac slave, that it is time to explain things to me, and stop going around and around the block. I'm semi-intelligent myself, so I think I can keep up."

Again she giggled. Then took a very deep breath, and started to explain. I tried to let her go until she got it all out, but I just had to interject at some points.

"Sir, until 15 minutes ago, I had NO idea, that an orgasm like that could even exist. I mean, Amy and I, see these girls moaning like crazy, some even doing what I must have looked like when it happened to me. We thought it was fake, just something to make the guys that are watching "Get Off" But, it is real, it is really, really real! If I never feel that again, I will remember it until I'm a 110 years old."

"Like I said, you MADE me yours, right then and there, Sir. It is one thing to say I'm yours, and do anything you say. It is completely something different to "KNOW" that you own me. I know it now, 100%. I don't think there is anything that you could tell me to do, that I wouldn't kill myself trying to do. Does that make sense, Sir?"

"Yes, it makes sense, slave. Though , I've never heard it put that way before."

"Well, have no doubt, I AM YOURS. But, therein lies the problem, Sir."

"Then explain, Pet."

"Ok Sir. This hit me in the aftermath of that wonderful gift you gave me. I am half in love with you, Sir. Amy is too, by the way, and you haven't even touched her yet.

It gets more complicated, when I figured out at THAT moment, that I am STILL falling in love with you, and I will continue to do so until I could lose myself in you."

"Lose yourself?"

"Yes, Sir. I know that before too long, I would be very content to be here, and be whatever you want me to be, slave, girlfriend, wife, all of that and more. I would even want to have your children. I would be content to live out the rest of your life with you, which given the gap in our ages, logic would say you would go before me. And I would be there to be the grieving widow, content that I had the years with you that I did."

I opened my mouth to say something, but she said, "For right now, shut up Sir! You can punish me for that later, but for now, please be quiet."

I sat back, and when she looked in my eyes, she saw The Demon. I know, because she visibly shuddered.

"I have to get this out, Sir. We could have all of that, and I would make you the happiest Master ever. And I would be content."

"If you shush me again, I will call Amy to come get your ass, understand?!"

"Yes, Sir!"

"You keep saying "content", Adrian. What you are not saying is "happy", Why?"

"Because I have goals, Sir. Goals, that as I fall more and more in love with you, I know that I would give up for the life I just described to you, if you only asked."

"Honey, I would never even try to take any of your goals away from you, love me or not. I think that besides Amy, you would find me to be your biggest cheerleader, even if the next day I have you chained to the bed. How could you think I would not want you to have that?"

"You Sir, are NOT the problem. I AM THE PROBLEM! I'm going to fall in love with you, there is no stopping that, even if you beat me silly. What I need from YOU, Sir, is to kick my ass and send me away if it even looks like I am slacking on my studies, because I'd rather be here, or wherever you are, just being "yours". Do you see my problem Sir?"

"Actually, yes I do, now that you have finally gotten to it. So, you really need me to be the "Daddy" you should have had, and make sure you stay on your path? Does that cover it, Adrian?"

She had turned "ghost white" at the word "Daddy", as I had a feeling she would. After a few seconds, she got this glazed look in her eyes. I became convinced that I was watching this girl running and searching programs in her head.

Yes, I took a calculated risk, in what I said. But, it really did seem to be what she was asking, just substituting "Master" for "Daddy". Not the kind she grew up with, but one that would hold her accountable for her actions, and goals.

I knew I took a risk of losing her forever, but the "Daddy" card had to be played, after what she had said.

She looked up at me, with a fire in her eyes, that made me think I had pushed her too far.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Oh My God! That's it! That's really it! you are so fucking right, Sir! Why, could I not see that?"

"Because the thought of ever needing a "Daddy" after the piece of shit you grew up with, kind of made it a "Not seeing the trees, for the forest" kind of thing, I would imagine. It just came to me after hearing all that you said. You were really willing to be "content" with me "raising" you, does that about cover it?"

"Yes Sir, and you know what? I'm not even ashamed to admit it. God, this whole night so far has almost made me free."

"Almost?"

"Yes Sir, surely you don't think my "Demon Daddy" is not going to do all the things he told me he would, do you? As your slave Sir, I'm telling you, don't even think about it! I'm here, I'm yours, I'll worry about the mental shit later, right now I need you to do one thing."

"Tell me, slave"

"I tell you my pussy is yours, and my mind tells my pussy it is yours. What I need is for you to MAKE my pussy tell my mind it is yours! Does that make sense?"

"Well slave, let me answer you this way"

I quickly grabbed her hair, and headed for the bedroom.

It was up to her to either, keep up, or be dragged.

The Demon was far too frustrated to care at this point.

I had basically tossed her onto the bed, and arranged her quite roughly into the position I had had her in, before she broke down.

Her/my ass was at the edge of the bed. Her legs were over my shoulders, opening her to me, to take at will. I would not meet her eyes. If there was any fear or denial there, I had no desire to see it, she had her safe word and a mouth to use it, other than that, I was going to take my slave, The Demon's way.

Make her pussy tell her mind that it was mine, indeed.

I did have enough compassion left in me to check if she was at least somewhat lubricated. To my surprise, she was dripping wet. Her pussy was leaking so much, that her juices were flowing down to make her ass wet as well.

I dared look up into her eyes, because of this. Men have all seen it at one time or another, a female in heat, but to be able describe it is just not something we have the mental capacity to do. We just know it when we see it.

It was staring me right in the face.

Evil bastard that I am, I could not resist, "Is that mine, bitch?"

She actually growled, "IT is fucking yours Sir! If you don't take it right now, I might just burst into flames! Take your fucking pussy, Sir! FUCK ME NOW!!"

"Do what now, little girl?"

"FUCK ME NOW!" she actually screamed this at me.

I had everything lined up, and a "green runway" so to speak.

I "pulled the trigger".

I rammed so hard into her, my brain warned me that if I hit a snag, I would break my cock in half. I could care less.

I hit bottom, just as she let out a scream. I'm thinking I broke her, my senses started to come back, until it registered in my little brain that she was moving her hips to me.

This beautiful little bitch was trying to fuck me!

Click! Full Demon Mode On! Roger That!

I stroked and pumped for all I was worth. She met me thrust for thrust. I was bottoming out on every stroke, this had to be very painful for her. And just as my blue balls said "we have waited long enough" And I began the wild strokes I needed to cum. I felt her thrust her hips up to meet mine, only this time they stayed there.

We were almost in suspended animation. Though I knew I was pumping like my life depended on it, everything slowed down and stopped. I suddenly saw stars in my head. I was cumming as hard or harder than I had ever done so in my life.

It was then that her scream became audible to me. No words. Just one piercing scream.

Even as I felt my cum shooting into her, I felt her pussy contract, and that warm sensation you feel when your woman cums with you, was there in spades.

Time started moving again.

She collapsed back onto the bed. I almost collapsed on to her before my brain jumped in quick enough to remind me that I out weighed her by at least a hundred pounds, and might crush her. I was able to keep myself off of her.

I shouldn't have bothered. She reached up and pulled me down on to her.

We tried to kiss, but were too winded to hold it.

I realized suddenly that I was still stroking into her, and even more, she was still meeting my thrusts. Though we were slower and less violent at this point.

It became apparent to me that I was not going to go soft yet, I would be able to go another round. When I grinned at her, she knew exactly why.

She looked so happy at this knowledge. It was amazing how fast this slave of mine was turning into a real sexual being.

She had seen the porn clips, she had seen the positions.

So when I pulled out, grabbed her hips and flipped her, she actually giggled as she put her self on her knees. She looked back at me, and smiled.

I rammed through, just as hard as I had the first time.

When she found that she could actually fuck back even harder in this position, she was off to the races.

We were basically just two animals at this point, fucking as if we were afraid we would never be able to fuck again.

Since I had came only a few minutes earlier, I was going to be able to last a bit longer this time.

At least That is what I thought.

Just to look down and watch my cock ram into her over and over, with that beautiful ass that belongs to me, seeming to be smiling at me whispering "Yours", had me in the short chute a lot sooner than I wanted.

I had to slow down a bit. I wanted all of her, all at once, if you can imagine that. But, since I couldn't, I needed to really try to make it good for both of us, in whatever part of her I had at the moment.

Actually, I didn't have to make it good for BOTH of us. She was the slave, after all.

However, I've never been a selfish lover, even in D/s. Granted, I would force the odd blow job in a potentially humiliating place at times, or even push them up against the wall and take either of the two doors open to me. That's part of being a Master, Especially The Demonmaster.

But, even that couldn't really be called "selfish" because any one that was a submissive or slave of mine, became such, because they knew it was part of being mine. In other words, It would be a "kink" for them.

I LIVED my kink.

Of course, thinking about all of this was not really going to help me delay my orgasm too much to do any good.

I did want Adrian to reach there with me, however. So, drastic measures would be have to be taken to try and achieve this. "Drastic" being strictly tongue in cheek, so to speak.

I put my arms around her upper back, succeeding in getting my hands on those gorgeous tits of hers. Of course it quickly turned into a nipple pinching thing, which I have become to know, is a serious erogenous zone for her.

I may have slowed my thrusts, but she had not. And my manipulation of her nipples only served to make her thrust back to me faster and harder.

Right before the end, she did what she needed to do to achieve her release. She allowed her hands and arms to fold, in effect, putting her face into the bed.

This gave her a hand free, to reach under her and rub her clit. It wasn't the frenzied rubbing that she had done for so long, to cum, to escape. This was just a rubbing of her nubbin, so she could meet her Master's quickly approaching orgasm.

I was now in the last stretch, and I could tell it was going to be even bigger than the first one.

Just before I got there, I took my hands from her tits, and grabbed her hair with one of them and really pushed her face even deeper into the mattress.

I held her there as I came, once again seeing stars. Her orgasm arrived just seconds later. My hand in her hair, holding her face down, muffled her screams as she got there.

30 or so seconds after both of our last spasms. I withdrew, and collapsed onto the bed beside her. She did not miss a beat. My face and lips were being showered with kisses and licks, and moans of "Yes, yes, yes.."

After we calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence, I asked "Who's pussy?"

"Oh my God, Sir, it is your pussy, all yours, all your pussy, Sir."

"Which part is telling me this, slave?"

"Your pussy Sir, It is telling, no it is screaming in my head "Tell him I am his pussy, tell him, tell him, Sir!"

"Is that what you were looking for, pet?"

"Yes Sir, it is exactly what I told you I needed in the living room. Actually, My whole body is now screaming at me to tell you, ALL of it is yours. All of it Sir."

I was pretty sure we were starting to doze off at this time.

Have any of you, counted how many orgasms she has had without permission, or how many times she had touched my body, when I told her not to?