A Demon Mates Novella Series

SIENNA

“So, like, I get to tell you to do anything?” I asked, sliding the contract back toward the demon who had told me his name was Ronwe.

I vaguely knew my demons and knew that he was the demon of knowledge, but I didn’t know why he was here. On Earth. Giving me a contract to sign.

The quiet one, a few inches taller than Ronwe, rounded the desk, standing directly behind me. His hands settled on my waist and I let out a terrifyingly embarrassing gasp as pleasure shot straight to my core.

He pushed me forward, his cock pressed perfectly between my ass cheeks. He was already hard, the thick member throbbing through fabric that was burning my flesh.

I wanted him so fucking bad, but why? I had to be just lonely and desperate.

Ronwe reached across the desk and stole my hands, pulling them forward so that my torso fell flat against the marbled wood. “You don’t get to tell us to do anything, Sia.”

I grumbled at the nickname as I struggled to stand up, but found that their combined strength made it impossible.

“See, you should have read the contract,” Ronwe purred as he looked up at his counterpart. “Nija, they never read the contract and then they get mad at us. Now, sweetheart, you see, your little prayer was intercepted and we’re most definitely here to help you. However, we’re here to correct ~your~ behavior, not the ones that pain you.”

“What the—I don’t need help. Why are you grinning like that?”

Ronwe smiled even wider, if that was possible.

“Because you signed every page. Which means you’ve given us free rein to do just about anything to this perfect little body. All the positions and all the toys. Sia, Sia, Sia.You prayed to that little pendulum on your neck.”

I was horrified. “So, the devil got my prayer?”

Nija chuckled from behind me, his fingers digging into my hips. God, I felt so fucking vulnerable and turned on at the same time. “No, not exactly. That’s not Satan’s emblem, sweetheart. It’s a demon’s. A specific one. An incubus.”

“Those don’t fucking exist.”

“I’m afraid they do, and you’ve just signed a contract with two of his employees. Now, I’ll give you another chance since you didn’t read anything.”

His voice turned formal. “Sienna, you’ve signed over full control of your body until we’ve corrected your behavior. There will be a trial process as we determine the best remediation, and then a plan. However, during this period, you are welcome to use your safe words should you need them. Most applicants use colors, but we can adhere to any word you like.”

It took me entirely too long to realize that they were talking about sex. I didn’t even know what to say as his dark eyes bored into mine.

My body was growing hot and irritated in this position. Any longer and I’d be begging for Nija’s cock, but I would never stoop so low.

Maybe.

I wiggled anyway, another gasp slipping from my lips, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when he returned the movement.

Ronwe laughed, “Would it help you to concentrate if we were in a different position?”

I nodded.

“All right, just one question—now knowing who we work for, do you consent to letting us use you as we see fit?”

I nodded again.

“I lied. One more question. Safe word, sweetheart.”

“Uh…daiquiri?” My mind went blank.

“Good girl,” Ronwe purred. He pulled my arms a little farther until my ass was up in the air and my feet were dangling above the floor.

Two seconds later, I was bare from the waist down, something hot and thick pressing into my sopping wet pussy. I groaned, my head falling to the desk, completely consumed by the demon behind me.

“Fuuuuck.”

Ronwe looked up at Nija. “I think she likes it.”

“How is this supposed to make me behave?”

I grit my teeth as my pussy clenched around him, my body adjusting to his size as I took deep breaths to speed through the painful pleasure. Oh my god, he was fucking huge and I couldn’t move in this position.

“And how is this supposed to make me behave? Seems like a fucking good deal to me.”

“This is just a taste, Sia. A taste of how good it can be if you behave. Now, I’m going to let Nija fuck you and then we’re going to work on that snark of yours.”

He adjusted his hold on my wrists. “I don’t have a full profile just yet, but I’m pretty sure the reason you’re not married has nothing to do with the fact that you supposedly don’t want to be.”

I opened my mouth to throw some retort at him, but Nija chose that moment to pull out and thrust back in, a scream tearing through the room instead.

God, I hoped I was dreaming, because this was fucking embarrassing. Being held over my desk, at the mercy of two demons. All because I was too angry to read through a sex contract.

Granted, this was a little more enjoyable than watching Netflix and hanging out with that wine bottle.

Who was I kidding? This was fucking fantastic.

Until the rest of Ronwe’s little speech caught up to me. This was the good part, the part where they told me how good it could be if I behaved.

I never behaved. Ever. Like, it was part of my personality to break all the rules, and I was paid to be a bitch.

Well, shit.