Demon Dom: A Vignette

Author's Note: This is a very short piece, only 1200 words-ish. I was just trying to capture a single moment of conflicted emotion. I hope I have done that.

Demon Dom: A Vignette

"I really don't like it when you drink so much." The tone of his voice was sympathetic, but it still irked me.

"I drink because it's the only thing that lets me feel anything." It wasn't quite true, but much more truth than lie. I drank because it was the only thing that had even half a chance of shutting up the ever present voice telling me I needed to kill myself. And yeah, I had been bad about drinking this weekend. A pint of whiskey on Friday, a half pint yesterday along with three glasses of rosé, and now I was most of the way through another pint of Bourbon today.

"James, we really need to see about getting you back on your meds. Humans live so briefly I want to enjoy every moment with you." Stephen's lovely tenor voice came through the whiskey fog to my ears. A fucking demon named Stephen, I thought I had come to terms with that years ago, but it still made me chuckle occasionally.

He was just so fucking beautiful. His curly, soft chest hair, his firm muscles, the bit of softness around his belly, and, oh gods that fucking cock. Here he was in nothing but tight jeans and an apron standing in front of me. I looked at the empty shot glass in my hand and set it back down. "I'm sorry, love, it's been a bad day. I still don't know how we're going to come up with rent for next month, we still need to pay the electric, phone, and internet bills, and we're living on fucking cash advances already and payday was only four days ago."

I sighed as I felt his arms wrap around me. I didn't want to be touched right now, but I was too tired and drunk to fight it, and, well, fuck, being held just felt so good.

"James, honey, we're going to be okay. You don't need to worry this much." I wished I could believe him, but demons weren't covered under the non-human species civil rights act. Stephen hadn't had a job in five years, and I knew just being a house husband bothered him. He grabbed my chin in his hand and brought my lips to his. They tasted as they always did, cinnamon, hot pepper, and nutmeg, it was actually a very pleasant taste.

"Love, I'm sorry I've been drinking. Do you want to punish me later?" I don't know why I was trying to make innuendo at the moment, but maybe I wanted to be punished. To feel the pain of his hand slapping my ass, the sharpness of his nails against my nipples, the feel of his teeth biting into my neck, the tightness of ropes against my wrists...

I felt the dampness of pre-cum in my shorts as the thoughts went through my head.

He looked at me askance. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

I nodded my head as I downed another shot.

His soft lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "We'll talk about this later, after dinner."

Dinner was just an old household staple, macaroni and cheese with ground beef and broccoli in it. I downed more of the whiskey pint while we ate regardless of Stephen's growing scowl.

The rest of the night passed in a bit of a drunken haze as we watched a show together on the couch. Finally, I felt his hands on me firmly, guiding me to the bedroom. I felt him roughly pull my clothes off. I felt the ropes compressing my wrists as he bound me, standing me up and attaching my bound arms to the hook we had installed in the room's ceiling.

Yes, this was what I wanted, this was what I needed.

"I'm not gagging you because I know your sinuses have been acting up, but remember we have neighbors. The safe word is chucklebunny." I nodded my understanding, as he stepped away.

Bound, naked, completely in the power of someone else, why did this affect me that way. This is how you die you degenerate fuck. The voices were always there. I felt myself go soft and my muscles tense as the voices spoke in my mind. Then the white-hot feeling of leather across my back drowned out all thought.

"YES! More." I didn't recognize my voice coming out of my throat.

Crack. The sound of the leather toy reached my ears as the sensation of the impact blocked out all other thoughts and broke the fog of numbness I always felt.

Crack. Snap. Thwack. Thwap. The alcoholic fog fades as adrenaline rushes through my body. I strain at the ropes even as I relish in the pain of the impacts of leather on flesh. The pain clears my thoughts; I feel alive, because only life can feel pain. Beat me, punish me, it is through pain I can truly feel.

The blows stop, I feel muscular hands taking away my bonds, holding me, caressing me.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't in the right mind for this, you weren't in the right mind for this." Stephen's voice is soft, almost pleading, his touch is gentle as he wraps his arms around me. I reach for him, feeling his warm, powerful body with my fingers, as I search for his manhood.

I twist in his embrace, freeing myself from his grasp so that I am on my knees in front of him as he sits on the bed. My searching hand is still grasping his stiffened member as I bring its flared head to my lips. The burning pain from just a few moments ago is still making my nerves feel raw and exposed, but the feel of him between my lips is a comfort. I slowly work his shaft into my mouth and throat millimeter by millimeter, backing off when I feel myself about to gag, and then trying to take him deeper a moment later.

The sound of his moans, and the feel of his fingers in my hair drive me to try to swallow all of him. I want this, this feeling of fullness in my mouth and throat. I move my head along his length, letting him fuck my face while I relish in the taste of him between my lips. My fingers dig into his thighs as I let him pull me closer, his flared cock snaking down my throat. I feel him releasing himself into me and I swallow every last bit. I wait until every drop of his cum has been drained into me, not wanting to waste any, before I slowly back away extricating his massive member from my mouth and throat.

"Why did you say you weren't in the right mindset for this?" I stared up at my demon lover even as I took a moment for the soreness in my jaw to fade. He reaches down and pulls me towards him on the bed.

"Because, James, babe, I was angry with you. Impact play when you're angry with someone is a bad idea, it's too easy to lose control. And when you get into one of your truly self-destructive moods, you won't stop me." He pulled me tight against his deep red skin.

"I know I need to be back on my meds, love. I know I need to back off drinking. The last thing I want is to drive you away." I curled my fingers into his chest hair as I snuggled up against him.

I felt him kiss the top of my head as I enjoyed the warmth of his arm wrapping around me, "Then let's just cuddle for the rest of tonight. I made muffins for in the morning, blueberry, your favorite."

End note: It is my hope that Stephen and James were able to get James the help he needs, and they have gone on to live a happy life together. I honestly don't know as these characters haven't really spoken to me since the night I wrote this. As much as I would like to add to this story, I'm afraid I could too easily ruin it. I hope you enjoyed this fleeting momentary view into their lives and love for each other.