Mila gasped when Marcus yanked her underwear and pants down all at once, then grabbed her ankles and pulled her open wide. His eyes traveled down her body and settled between her legs where she was glistening with excitement. A smirk formed and he moved one hand from her ankle, along her calf then over her knee, along her inner thighs until he reached her pussy.

Marcus dragged his finger along her pussy so lightly, it was barely a touch at all, but Mila still felt it and it still left her growing warmer. Despite the fact she'd now cum in front of him twice, it was the first time he was touching her directly.

Marcus coated his finger in her generous wetness before bringing his hand up and sinking his fingers into Mila's mouth without warning. Mila was surprised by the action, even more surprised by the way it made her body want to know what else he might do.

"Taste that?" Marcus asked, sinking his fingers more into her mouth, until she gagged lightly. "That's how badly you want me to fuck you. How badly you crave me as a distraction."

Mila groaned and cleaned off his fingers, her thighs slowly pressing together because the ache between her legs was too much. Marcus didn't move, but something wrapped around her ankles and roughly pulled her legs apart again, leaving her bare to him. Mila frowned in confusion, her eyes going wide when she looked down and saw black tendrils curled around her skin, holding her open for him.

"You're at my mercy, Mila," Marcus said, slowly sliding his fingers out of her mouth and leaning down, his lips inches from hers. "There's plenty of things I can do to you that no one else can."

Evidence from that statement came from the way the tendrils grew and coiled around her legs, all the way up to her thighs and even around her hips, leaving almost every inch of her lower half under his mercy. The most movement she could muster was a wiggle of her toes, but the rest of her was securely held in place by those tendrils.

"Now be quiet, your brother and sister are in the next room," Marcus said, giving her one last look with his red eyes before his head went between her legs. Mila held back the moan when his tongue flicked over her clit, at least, she tried to. She mostly succeeded. That was until his tongue went over her again.

Marcus's hands curled around Mila's thighs, not being gentle in the slightest as he gripped them until she felt a small amount of pain while he ate her out. His tongue moved over her expertly and Mila whimpered quietly, squeezing her eyes shut and arching her back to no avail. That movement didn't bring her closer to his mouth because the tendrils held her even tighter after her attempt to move. She moaned lowly, her fingers curling around the tie because it's all she could hold onto while they were tied up like that.

Her pleasure built until she felt on fire under him. The fire broke through with a satisfying burn as she came, her toes curling while that ache released under his tongue. She bit down on her lip hard enough to bleed to keep herself from crying out and alerting Stella and Terry what they were up to. Marcus scented the blood immediately and crawled over her, bringing his hand to her jaw, his thumb brushing over the hurt lip.

Mila stared up at him breathlessly, more whimpers wanting to escape because she was somehow still riding the end of the orgasm as evidence by the way her inner walls continually clamped. Marcus got Mila's lower lip loose from her teeth and ran his thumb over the spot of blood, spreading it out over her lips.

"Careful, mea deliciea," he said with a dark smile. "If you're going to be that rough with yourself, I'll take mine up a notch."

Mila stared at him breathlessly as he went back down her body, his head going between her legs. Mila moaned and again arched her back, but again, her lower half was held firmly in place. She wasn't going anywhere and that only made her more excited.

"What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly.

"You said you were worried you wouldn't be able to sleep," Marcus said, his eyes flicking up to hers. Looking down at him with his strong hands wrapped possessively around her thighs, his head between her legs and eyes glowing red, it was so sexy she almost whimpered from just looking at him. "I'm going to exhaust you."

Marcus buried his face between her legs, much rougher this time around as he sucked on her clit and let his teeth scrape against her. Mila couldn't keep in the small cry as he repeated the motion over and over until she was feeling a mix of pleasure and pain she wanted to keep feeling over and over. Marcus looked up at her, tsking in disapproval. "I said quiet."

"How?" She whimpered, tugging on her restraints because she was already desperate for another release.

Marcus smirked and it both had her heart racing and created a throbbing between her legs. He held out his hand and the underwear he'd yanked off and tossed to the side flew to his hand. Mila's eyes widened as he crawled over her and stuffed her underwear in her mouth like a gag, making her groan.

"There, that'll help."

Mila scowled at him but the scowl faded as he was back between her legs, putting her under the mercy of his tongue, lips and teeth as he worked her over until she came again, moaning against the underwear that muffled her sounds.

Then he did it again. And again. And several more times. Mila was a mess of whimpers and moans, her body writhing as much as it could against all the restraints. She lost count of how many times he made her cum, but she was practically in tears when he lifted his head and wiped his mouth off. His eyes darted down her body and he crawled over her again, pulling the jacket open and running his hand over her shirt, between her breasts.

"You owe me thirteen orgasms," he informed her. She whimpered, still unable to speak with his make-shift gag. She could see how hard he was, it was pressed against his jeans and it somehow managed to stir something in her despite the fact her body was spent from the assault of pleasure she just got.

Marcus leaned down, his nose brushing against hers, his hot breath fanning over her lips as he spoke. "I'm going to take my first one now."

Mila's chest rose and fell quickly as she stared up at him and nodded. She wasn't sure what he wanted to do if both her hands and mouth were occupied. Her pussy clenched at the thought he might be using that part of her to get himself off. It left her heart racing and her body wanting to know what that would feel like, to have him fill her up over and over.

But that wasn't what Marcus had planned at all. Instead, fire started on her shirt, catching her off guard and making her nearly scream. Marcus stuffed her underwear further into her mouth, making the scream catch in her throat as she gagged lightly. "Relax," he said, being surprisingly gentle as he caressed her cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you. You'll only feel heat, but it won't burn."

Mila was still panting, still watching the fire eat up her shirt with wide eyes but she nodded and that fire became more intense. Marcus was right, despite the fact her shirt burned up in front of her eyes and spread up, burning her bra as well but somehow leaving his jacket unscathed, she felt no pain, just intense heat from the flames that obeyed Marcus's commands.

The bra leaving practically the last bit of her covered from him burned up and there was no ash from any of it left behind, it all disappeared in smoke and left her completely naked under him except for the jacket spread open and doing nothing to hide her from him.

Marcus's eyes fixed on her breasts and he groaned, lowering his head and sucking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. Both were hard and practically begging for attention. Mila whimpered as he sucked on her nipple, then let out a little cry when his teeth nipped at her roughly. Mila yelped when he did it again harder, but the underwear muffled the sound. Marcus gave her a devilish smirk as he swirled his tongue around her nipple soothingly, an action that made her craving to feel his rough bite again.

He moved off her and unzipped his jeans. Mila watched with hungry eyes as he dragged his jeans and boxers down, letting out his thick, hard length. Marcus watched Mila pant, the action making her tits rise and fall over and over. He groaned at the sight and climbed over her, straddling her and rubbing his cock against her wet pussy, soaked from the many orgasms he gave her.

Mila moaned lightly as he rubbed against her until he was coated in her wetness, then climbed over her and straddled her breasts. He rested his cock between them and tendrils like the ones holding her open came up and curled around her breasts, pushing them together until they surrounded Marcus's cock.

Marcus pulled the underwear from Mila's mouth, leaving her gasping, her eyes darting down where he was rested between her tits. Marcus wrapped his hand around her throat and brought his hand down, smacking one of her hardened nipples and making her whimper. "Next time you want me to dominate you, don't use a distraction as an excuse," he said, tightening his hand on her throat. "Just admit you fucking love the idea of me doing what I want with you."

Marcus started moving, keeping his hand around her throat as he thrusting between her breasts, first with slow movements but the slowness didn't last. Soon, he was fucking her tits, tugging on her nipple with his other hand and shooting even more pleasure through Mila's already exhausted body.

Marcus groaned as he watched himself move between her tits, tits he'd been wanting to see again ever since the first time. He loved her dark nipples, the way they stood at attention for him, the way her flesh was so soft and supple and surrounded him completely. He thrusted between her tits over and over, until he was groaning, until his balls tightened and he was ready to cum all over her.

The idea of his cum covering her body brought out more of the possessiveness he already felt to the beautiful human beneath him. Like it gave him a claim over her. Thinking that pushed him over the edge and his tendrils released her breasts as he finished by stroking himself until he came all over those tits he could stare at all day.

Mila stared down as he came on her, watching it shoot out of him and cover her breasts in thick, sticky wetness. She licked her lips, her body feeling even more on fire than it did when there was actual fire on her. She could hardly look away from it but she brought her eyes to his and sucked in a breath when she saw how red they were, how much he so obviously wanted her and enjoyed her body.

It wasn't that she didn't feel confident in her skin. She loved her body, the way it looked and all the things it allowed her to do, she appreciated every part of it even with the parts she saw imperfections, she didn't need anyone else's validation to appreciate herself. But she couldn't help but feel a small amount of pride that a demon who probably had a lot of options for him looked at her like he was doing, like she was the most desirable creature on the planet. It sent a rush of excitement through her that only grew as he released her throat and his hand slid down until he coated two fingers in his cum and brought them up to her lips.

She moaned softly when he stuffed them into her mouth. Licking the cum off his fingers, she gazed up at him and though she was the one at his mercy, felt powerful in the way he still stared at her hungrily despite the fact they'd both finished.

"Get used to my cum," he said, gathering more cum and bringing it back to her mouth, sinking them so far down her throat, her eyes watered. "It won't be the last time you taste it."