The demon inside was pleased. It had been summoned, and for some reason it had been restrained. It had tasted lust, it always had to taste lust, but now, now it was tasting submission, and that was far sweeter. The demon grinned, and he faced showed it.<br/><em><br/>Of course.</em><br/><br/>The hand that was at her throat moved, taking her by the nape of the neck, the hair there, and pulling her so that her head was canted back, exposing the full trail of soft flesh. He leaned down, teeth finding the spot between her jaw and neck. He first licked the skin before biting, tasting to see if she had already broken into sweat. His body was moving as he spoke.<br/><br/><em>Raise your arms, grab the mattress above you, do not let go until I say or I will stop, I will leave, and leave you wanting.</em><br/><br/>His voice was quiet, right beside her ear as he spoke. He was not lying, he would leave her if she did not obey  andthe words tried to steal the feeling of arousal from her as easily as they given them. He moved so she could comply, his hand still held the hair at the base of neck, the other cupped forcefully, pushing a layer of fabric between her lips. He used the texture of the fabric to excite her, every imperfection to draw across her sensitive skin. He moved his hand away, placing it on her right leg he roughly forced it farther apart from her left, and then he returned to cupping her, fingers pushing at her through the thin material of her pajamas.