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“Okay. So you want someone you can sink your teeth into— body and soul. Someone that will let you command them but has a spine of their own.”
“You’re like a tattooed, bearded, giant cupid,” she snickered. I rolled my eyes but then smiled. Little did she know, I had helped Cupid find his soulmate too.
I went back to a small table that was beneath a massive painting of a minotaur being blown. My eyes lingered on it for a few moments. Every time I saw the damn thing, I felt…jealous. I wondered how that big of a cock would feel in my mouth.
He didn’t make me nervous. He made me want to bend over the cafe table and let him fuck me.
“I want someone I can love. Someone I can control. Someone that can be my pet. That will let me do all the things I want to do with them. I take delight in violence, in giving pain. But I also take delight in giving the most painful pleasure possible.
Did I tell him that I would never fuck another person again so long as he lived? Or would that scare him?
“You’re mine now,” I said, the possessive side of me slipping free. “I knew the moment I saw you. I’ve been searching for you for thousands of years, and now that I’ve found you—I will never let you go.”
This is the cliff, and once you fall—I will forever be the only one that can catch you.”
“I want you to cum inside your pants while I fuck your ass with my tail. And then I’m going to take you home, clean you up, and fuck you again. Do you understand?”
“Well, it’s not every day someone goes on a coffee date, gets fucked by a tail in the park, and then swept off to a gothic mansion.”
“I’ve been searching for you for thousands of years. For my soul mate. The Barista brought you to me, and now you will never escape. I wasn’t lying when I told you that for eternity, I would be the only one to catch you if you fall. Not
even God will touch you, Peter. You. Are. Mine.”
“I told you to bend over. I did not tell you to stand.” “Fuck,” I whispered.
Pleasure rocked my entire body as his tongue danced around my cock. I wished that I could grab his horns and fuck his throat, but I knew my place.
“Lick it up,” he demanded. “Clean my fucking blanket, pet.”
“Fucking beg me, pet. Plead for me to stop. Your cock is mine now, slut,” he growled.
“Keep fighting, little pet. I like to feel you struggle, even though we both know that I own your body and soul.”
“We could pierce your pretty little cock. Imagine. My little pierced Peter. Adorable,” he said, tipping his head back with a sexy laugh.
I was covered in blood, sweat, tears, and cum. And yet, I wanted more.
“Dante,” I said. He paused for a moment, and then his black eyes slid up to meet mine. “I almost lost you,” he whispered thickly. “I’ve been searching for you for eons. I met you yesterday, and my entire world has changed. And then today, you left me and almost died.” His words made my heart drop.
"Next time you call me daddy is going to be with my cock buried in your ass and my tail around your neck."
