The Demon's Bride - Sex Stories

The Demon's Bride

... that he can meddle up with one moment and then chuck it away in boredom and displeasure that other? Crap! I am not this cheap and worthless as he is thinking of me. Screw him up for thinking this of me way a million multifold times! I am waiting for him in the V.I.P lounge. I don’t even think that he is coming. Well, why did I even bother to bring myself here in the first place? Maybe he just wants to prove and tell how obedient and reliable I would be to his commands and requests. Am I his slave here? While I am busy pinching my eyes in anger and frowning recklessly, the door steadily swings open and there he appears before my eyes, holding a bunch of beautiful, shimmering roses that he walks towards me carrying in his left hand. “I don’t like roses. I hate that they have thorns and prickles.” “I know that,” he responds back calmly and with self-assurance. “I have never forgotten about that one slice of a moment, Mila. Anyway, these flowers are not for you. I got them for this special kitty seated right there besides you.” Shit! I hadn’t even noticed or got to realize that there is this white, amazingly exquisite cat ensconced down right here besides me. How are his eyes able to make it out and sight it perfectly flawless all from that further distance? Is he a witch, a sorcerer, maybe a magician? I don’t really know……….. “Why did you have me come here, Chase?” “So that we can make love and have beautiful sex. No one will be able to interrupt or disturb us. Not any fan or ...

... follower of mine, or just about anyone.” “I can’t have sex with you here. Besides, we broke up; or you have already about this forgotten too soon?” “We are still considering to break apart, Mila. We are not yet broken up, you get it? Things can be as sweet and beautiful between the two of us like they were before.” “Well, I don’t want them to be. You always know how awful and ugly they always get after this, don’t you?” “You are being stubborn again. I hate this.” “Take me home. Now! It’s a command from me.” “A command?” Chase asks with a raised and up-heaved eyebrow. Of course—this is a command and a decree on my part. “Exactly, Chase.” He merely shrugs and does what I ask him to. Once settled down inside his car, none of the two of us talk or say anything to the other. I feel so bored and fagged up. I don’t even know why I asked him to take me home in the first place. He shouldn’t have done it. Now I bitterly regret my choice! “Why have you stopped the car, Chase?” As I ask him these furious, mad words of mine, he takes a moment or two to effortlessly heave a sigh out, which is before proceeding on to glance at me breathlessly and quietly while softening his hard, grave-like countenance. That is scaring the hell out of me to be blatantly honest and revealing with you. Chase is a real Son of the Devil. Something creepy and spooky that is supposed to send chilling, frost-like tremors down my spine and not make me be relaxed and calmed when exposed to his hellish-like presence. ...