Page 23 of How Not to Charm Your Human Colleague (Falling for Demons #2)

CARE

Aofe

K izros leaned over the mattress in his room and placed Aofe gently in the middle before arranging a pillow under her hips.

Behind him, his tail propped her crutches within reach then set his glasses on the end table.

Seeing him in his kindness and vulnerability, blinking to adjust his sight, made the heat in her belly spread.

Then he was kneeling on the bed again, crushing his lips to hers while his body curled into her side, and she was gone.

He was warm and soft, passionate and sweet.

Taking his time as his tongue teased into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, sinking into the bed and his touch, trying to drive out all the awful thoughts from earlier.

There was only him, only the promise of pleasure to empty her mind and replace the soreness with something of her own control.

“Aofe,” he whispered against her lips, and she blinked into the dim light of the room. His thigh settled between her legs and he rolled atop her, arms going to either side of her shoulders to balance. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to be hurting.”

She whimpered but couldn’t hide her wince when her hips lifted in search of some kind of friction. “Please, Kiz.”

Her arms reached for his pants, but then he grunted. His hands snatched her wrists, pushing them back until his weight pressed down on the bed again, this time pinning her arms by her head. Not rough, but firm enough Aofe sucked in a gasp and Kizros’s eyes widened.

“That,” she breathed, then shivered when his eyes darkened. “What we talked about.” He swallowed, but Aofe knew without a doubt what she needed in this moment. “I don’t want to think. I want… will you please do it for me?”

His nostrils flared, and the points of his fangs curled over his lower lip. She could have sworn she heard a low growl before he said, “You have to promise me, at any point, you’ll say stop.”

Aofe nodded.

“What’s the word?”

“Stop,” she breathed, trembling in his hold.

For a moment, Aofe wasn’t sure he was going to follow through.

His eyes narrowed, but then a coldness slithered over her hands, curling over her wrists and forearms to replace Kizros’s hands.

He slid his palms down her body, fingers hooking the waist of her skirt and leggings before peeling them away.

Kizros knelt at the end of the bed, staring and unmoving.

It wasn’t until she felt the tightening at her ankles without him touching her that she understood what he was doing.

“Wait, Kiz?—”

It was too late. She gave a tug, unable to move more than an inch against the restraints, then looked up to see the deep purple-blue vine holding her firm to the headboard. One on each arm, and she would bet money—money she wasn’t sure she had—that the same soft yet firm vines were at her feet.

Kizros stood, his dark eyes getting their fill. “Do you need to say it?”

Aofe blinked, finally understanding his stare. She quickly shook her head.

“Good.” He reached down and tugged on one of the vines at her feet. When it didn’t budge, he slid his fingers up the inside of her tight calf, pausing just at the bend of her knee before smirking. “Have to make sure you behave until I come back.”

Her daze snapped to clarity. “Wait, come back?”

But he had already turned, walking out the door, and Aofe was left half naked, tied to the bed, and so utterly desperate.

In most cases, leaving her to her thoughts was a bad choice, but now there was a delicious and torturous ache between her legs replacing all those awful voices in her head.

Was he leaving her here all night, unable to touch herself? Would she be alone, squirming and desperate, until she was begging and pleading for relief?

Would he come back and just… stare?

Aofe tried to move her hips, feeling the cool air against her wet and exposed center. Tried to find friction as thoughts of Kizros dragging out her pleasure flooded her mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing through the anticipation as her fingers curled over the vine holding her.

The leaves were soft against her skin, strong and yet pliant so as not to actually hurt her, and she was reminded of Kizros’s psychic plants.

Briefly, she wondered if they would disappear if she considered using her safe word, and then did her best to not think harder in fear that they would retreat.

No, she wanted this. All of it, if Kizros would return. They had spent several evenings talking about their wants and desires and kinks, including this one, which only made the thrill that much more suspenseful.

By the time Kizros did come back, Aofe was seriously reconsidering her decisions.

Particularly when he sauntered in like he didn’t care that she was panting and starting to sweat with anticipation.

That smirk was still there as he leaned against the doorway, and she whimpered at the sight of him acting so casual at her discomfort.

“Look at you. ”

He spun a jar in his hands, walking to the end of the bed. His eyes focused on her core, tongue running over his lower lip.

“So beautiful, spread out and waiting for me,” Kizros murmured, other hand working the lid open, and relief ran through her. “Are you desperate yet?”

She’d never nodded faster. Lubrication meant he was going to be using that beautiful knot of his, and the torture was almost over.

Except he was still clothed when he tossed the lid aside and crawled onto the bed by her feet.

He dug three fingers into the jar and scooped out the viscous substance, and she watched as he spread the cloudy-looking gel over his hands.

Her body oscillated between too hot and chilled as she waited for whatever he was planning on doing to her.

What she didn’t expect was for his hand to completely avoid his cock and her center in favor of?—

“Your hip is already bruised,” he muttered, whole body leaning forward as his palm spread over her upper thigh.

Aofe hissed at the first cool contact of gel on her skin, but it quickly warmed as his fingers massaged into the muscle.

Despite the bruise she hadn’t realized was already visible, it wasn’t painful with the combination of his movements and the warmth of his skin.

In fact, it would have felt wonderful if she hadn’t been so pent up expecting something else.

“Kizros, what are you doing?” she grunted, then moaned as he rubbed over a sore spot.

He readjusted on the bed, keeping his warmth pressed into her exposed skin as he kneaded her joint. “Taking care of you. This will help with the bruising and soreness.”

Aofe sucked in a gasp as his breath fanned over her center. She nearly swore as she realized this was a continuing part of his game. Tie her up, take care of her, while also dragging out her need like he knew exactly how to ruin her.

“Kizros,” she whined, feeling more wetness pool between her legs when his nose brushed the inside of her thigh. So close, and yet nowhere near where she needed him.

“Shh, good girls are rewarded for their patience.” He gently applied some of the gel further down her thigh, right along the muscle that had spasmed earlier. “Do you want to be good for me, sunshine?”

Another whimper escaped her throat before she managed a raspy, “Yes.”

She could feel his smile against her skin, just before he licked a spot still so far from what she wanted. “Your cunt smells so good.”

Her mind emptied, lost somewhere between the praise, the feel of him massaging her sore leg, and the tease of getting to experience the sweet, gentle demon she adored delighting in edging and torturing her by taking control.

It was everything she needed, and so she sank into the dichotomy—the pleasure of his touch and attention and the ache of him finding ways to drive her anticipation higher.

Kizros’s mouth continued to tease her, sometimes with a breath, sometimes with a glide of his lips, tongue, or fangs.

Never long, never something so specific to chase the building heat in her core.

All the while, his hands worked out the tightness in her hip, moving down until he was scooping out another helping of the gel.

But he didn’t return to her thigh, abandoning the space between her legs to reach for her left ankle.

Moments before she voiced her complaint, she caught his challenging gaze and bit her tongue. He kept still, kept all his attention on her as if he were daring her to make a noise, and then slowly smiled.

“I told you good girls would be rewarded.”

As his hands rose to massage her tight calf, another warmth settled on her opposite leg. It disappeared briefly, and Aofe caught a glimpse of Kizros’s tail flicking the air before it slid higher up her leg.

At the first touch of the spade tip against her core, she bucked, tugging at all four restraints.

“So needy,” Kizros hummed from her feet, fingers dragging in long, pressured strokes while his tail circled her wetness. “I don’t even need to ask if you want my tail; you’re just desperate to take it, aren’t you?”

“Please, Kiz.” Aofe tried to shift her hips, urging him toward her entrance.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you soak me.”

There was no teasing touch, only the pressure of his blunt tail thrusting inside. Aofe cried out, already clenching around the new shape sliding deeper within her.

“Already so close.” Kizros’s hands were still massaging her calf, but somehow he focused on both her pleasure and relieving the soreness in her leg. “I love seeing you at my mercy. Knowing I could bring you to the brink, then control whether you come or not.”

His tail slowed, the gentle rub of him just below her clit disappearing.

She sucked in a shaky breath. “No, please, Kiz. Please let me come.”

“You’ll let me take care of you after this?”

“Yes.”

“No more trying to push through the pain just because you think it will disappoint me?”

“I promise I won’t,” Aofe gasped, the rising wave within her starting to die.

Kizros smirked. “Good.”