Demon’s Artifice Book 1: Dream Walker

Lips pressed softly to the inside of my left thigh; his hands were curled around each of my legs just under the knee, forcing them to stay apart as he wished.

I felt his lips part against my flesh, and time slowed, my breath catching in my lungs as his teeth grazed over my skin.

I could feel my heart racing to the point I thought it would burst any moment; I knew what he was going to do; I craved it, and he knew it.

When his mouth could open no further, he bit down into my skin, slowly causing my body to writhe.

My movements stilled when a low growl rumbled against my body. All I could do was whimper. My body was so tight from trying to be still for him. His teeth sank deeper into my skin until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I bucked under him, crying out as an orgasm ripped through my body.

I was still shaking from the release when he released his bite and licked the perfect set of teeth marks on my skin. I shuddered for him because of him.

“Bad girl, I didn’t give you permission for that.” His voice was low, threatening, and rough, and it made my already soaked core tighten even more.

“I’m sorry…,” I panted out. “I couldn’t hold it.”

I felt the bed shift as he got up, wishing I wasn’t blindfolded, wishing I could see him, wishing the silk ties on my wrists let me touch him.

I wanted so badly to run my hands over him, to see his face, to see what he was about to do to me.

“If you can’t do as you are told, then maybe we should stop.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Please, don’t stop, please.”

I felt his hand come down hard on my other thigh, and the slap ripped a cry from my lips.

“Please…,” I begged him, the last please coming out more like a whimper—the slap hurt but in all the right ways.

“Will you be a good girl?” His hand pressed to where he had struck me, and he rubbed the sting away. I felt his breath caressing my neck as he leaned in to speak close to my ear.

“I’ll be good. I’ll do what you say.” I wanted to, I really did, but this man always pushed me to the breaking point, and I loved it.

“Let’s see.” His hand slid in between my legs and cupped the wet folds of my sex.

My hips bucked up off the bed to press into his hand as I gasped at the instant pleasure his touch gave me.

I didn’t know it was a distraction because the next moment, I felt his teeth again, but he bit into the side of my neck so hard I screamed in pleasure, jerking against the binds and his hand.

“Be still.”

I trembled and did my best to still my movements; however, every fiber of my body ached to move.

My throat ached where he bit me, my thigh as well. His fingers rubbed gently over the folds, curling up and down until two pushed between them and right into the tight entrance of my core.

I couldn’t stop my hips from jerking; another cry pulled from my lips. His fingers left my body the very instant my hips moved, and he slapped my pussy.

“Bad girl.”

He struck the puffy lips three more times in rapid succession. Each strike had been like a bolt of pleasure and pain all mixed into one, sending me to the very edge and past it, tearing more cries from me.

My body was limp on the bed, trembling when he stopped.

“What will I do with you?”

I felt him move, the air in the room stirring, but I was still blinded, still bound. When the bed dipped again, and I felt him move in between my legs.

My pulse skipped again.

“Please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. I just wanted him and whatever he would do to me.

“Shh, now bad girls can beg all they want, but they only get what I want to give them.”

I whimpered again. I had no clue what he’d do now. I could only hope.

He grabbed my legs, yanked both up, and pushed them until my knees were near my head.

He leaned down, rubbing his thick cock against my soaked entrance, and spoke right near my lips. “You will always be mine.”

His hips moved back.

I felt the tip of his cock pushing into me.

My alarm jerked me awake to the point I was sitting up in bed, my heart going a million miles an hour.

“Fuck!” I picked up the clock and threw it literally across the room, the small digital clock breaking into bits.

“SARAH! STOP BREAKING YOUR ALARMS!” I heard my mother yell from downstairs.

“Yes, Mom!” I yelled back. I stared at the sun coming through the window. “But fuck… Why right then… Just ten more minutes…” I whined, lifting both hands to rub my face. “Ugh. Now I need a cold shower.” I yanked back the covers and noticed a light bruise on the inside of my left thigh where I had been bitten in the dream. It caused me to still. “Shit.”

I got up and went to take my shower. I didn’t take a cold one; I took a long, hot one and scrubbed myself down until I was wide awake.

After climbing out, I stood before the mirror for a moment. Normally, my wavy mass of brown hair went in any direction it wished, but for now, it was still soaking wet and clung to my pale skin.

My hazel eyes were bright against the whites of my skin, as if they glowed with an inner light. I had no other new marks besides the two bites on my five-foot-six frame, thankfully.

I checked everywhere before heading back to my room and dressing. Within twenty minutes, I was headed downstairs.

My mom and dad were sitting at the table, my plate already there.

“Good morning, Sarah” and “Good morning, sweetie” were the greetings I got as I sat down.

“Morning.” I picked up a strip of bacon and bit down on it, chewing twice before speaking. “I’m dream walking again.”

My dad spilled the coffee he was sipping on his shirt, and my mother dropped her fork.