The Dread of Damned - Chapter 138: Drink

... beneath me. As I lifted my foot from between her legs, she instinctively leaned up, desperate for the sensation to return—but the silver chains tightened, binding her down.

She glared at me, her red-streaked eyes brimming with unshed tears, her hair a tangled mess around her face.

"Oh, you must have quite the arrogance in your control over pleasure, succubus." My voice was a whisper of amusement, edged with cruelty. "I will enjoy watching you beg."

I rose slowly, each ste ...