The Second Floor

I started awake in her room, why had I been sleeping? I tried to sit up, but something was wrapped around my throat, holding my head down, and stung my wrists when I tried to move around; I hissed a tense breath of pain.

"Oh, you're awake," she said it so casually, as if it were completely normal that I was sprawled unwillingly on her bed, a similar sting around my ankles.

"What are you doing? I thought you.."

"I'm curious about how far I can push you." She said calmly as she leaned over me, her long red curls pulled back into a ponytail as her lips twisted up into an overwhelmingly pleased curve. She enjoyed having power over me.

"You can't do anything to me," I said, a bit defensive.

"We'll see."

She walked out and came back with a pair of scissors. I shifted and tried not to let her see how anxious I was getting. She went to work immediately, grabbed the lower hem of my shirt and cut through it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I said through a lump in my throat.

"Why not?" she asked as she slid the scissors up to the neck, splitting the material the whole way and laying my shirt open. I could feel my chest heaving slightly, expecting the pleasure and feeding that often came shortly after stripping. I forgot to respond to her, especially after she put her hand on my bare skin. I couldn't breathe as her hand moved over my ribs to my neck, then down to my stomach. Her fingers pressed into the muscles on my lower stomach slightly and I opened my eyes to see what she was doing.

She was looking where her hand rested, trying to see something I didn't think was there for her to see. She put her hand under my back and I flexed my back obediently, but it wasn't what she wanted apparently. She reached up to undo my pants, I thought, and I started getting excited again. My body flexing as I moved to press against her hand, but never made contact with her.

"Whoa, you're fucking ripped down here," She said, brushing her fingers over my waist.

"Mmmmm.. You could be too," I blushed immediately after I said it and tried not to make eye contact with her. "I'm sorry, I'm not thinking straight right now."

"You're thinking pretty straight, but not the way you want."

She knew exactly what she was doing and had no intention of stopping short, I didn't like her having that book. I could feel the tension between us as she looked me over.

"You're also blushing.. which is kinda cute," she said with a smile.

My voice came out breathier than I hoped and cracked awkwardly once.

"I-I'm a demon."

"I know."

I hated the confidence in her voice, it sent a shudder through me and made me want more. I could feel my body responding to her hand, provoking me, getting more intimate and a bit rougher. She started out rubbing my chest and down my abdomen, then her fingers pressed into my lower stomach and moved back up to my ribs. My torso lifted and I wheezed for a breath as my muscles quivered. She's trying to kill me; Agony, torture... She's more cruel than I am.

She raked her nails down the length of my body, I groaned desperately as my eyes rolled in pleasure and pulled against my binds until they started burning my skin. She twisted a bit of the hair making up the lower area of my happy trail around her finger and I moaned shyly, my body jerking away from her hand for the first time. I was panting now, every ounce of my body preparing to feed.

No, I can't feed. I'm tied down. Stop, tell her to stop, idiot.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the thought slipped away and I ended up moaning again. My vision got incredibly vivid, I started drooling as my teeth sharpened and my tail wriggled in excitement and wrapped around her arm, squeezing tight as I gripped the binds on my wrists and cried out excitedly. She pulled my pants off, then it seemed like forever before her hands touched my skin again, and my thoughts burst into all the memories of feeding. My body jerked and heaved beneath her hand, my muscles rolling and ebbing. I turned away from the physical world, my eyes rolling as a cosmos of sensations poured over my body, each one flowing into the next; Warm, tingling, cold, soft, sharp, numb, smooth, then absolute bliss.

I returned to her world and my entire body jolted into an electric arc as cum exploded from me. My body dropped onto the bed again, my mouth hung open, and I shuddered, reveling in the euphoria.

"Uhmm... hello?"

I turned toward her voice, blushing and panting, and tried to respond to her, but I couldn't force out more than a choking, pleasured sound.

"It's okay.. Calm down. I'll let you go, I promise. You just need to calm down, alright?" Her voice sounded far-off, even a bit garbled.

I couldn't do more than nod and lay back, unusually exhausted and uncertain.