He growls and swats my ass. “Not pathetic. My powerful, naughty little witch wants me to be her daddy?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly as my hands grip his shoulders.

“What else does my pet want?”

“I want to know what you are,” I whisper, and I can feel him trying to fight the spell.

He groans but answers, “Demon, Incubus.” The wanting to fuck me while I sleep tracks better now, and I’m definitely not opposed. “Are you scared?”

“No. I think I would like that. I like that you’re a demon.” I kiss his beard. “My demon.” I can’t help but want to kiss and lick him everywhere. His magic is pushing against mine, and it’s the most addictive feeling I’ve ever felt. “Your magic. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Me either,” he says as he stares at me with what looks like admiration. “Show daddy how wet you are.”

I grab his hand and slide his fingers over the lace of my panties so he can feel how wet I am for him.

“I came in my pants the other day. Fuck,” he blurts out, and I giggle. He looks so irritated about admitting that. I had my suspicions, but it’s nice knowing I have just as much of an effect as he does on me. This power dynamic we’re dancing with is something I’ve always wanted. A man who is so confident in how he takes and gives himself to me.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“What?”

“A man who can take away the decisions, make me feel like I can give them the control.” He licks his lips and looks at my chest.

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, Blair.” I stare at him for a moment and clear my throat. He can’t be serious.

“You had a lot of truffles. If you don’t want to do this right now, that’s okay,” I say.

“Blair, if you don’t show me your wet pussy in five seconds, I’m going to take you over my knee.”

My eyes widen, and I stand up and take my panties off, gently handing them to him. He takes the black lace, bunching it up and bringing it to his nose and groans.

“On your knees, pet.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Chapter 11

“Yes, daddy.”

Blair slides down to her knees, obediently between my spread legs. I look around her living room and think about how I want tonight to go. I definitely didn’t expect to pour my whole soul out after eating some random chocolates on her counter. Her hands go to undo my pants and I grab her wrists.

“One day I’ll have your mouth around my cock, but tonight we’re taking things slow, Blair. Is there anything you don’t like?”

“That your cock isn’t in my mouth?” she says and it feels like she’s trying to push against the truth truffles. That won’t do.

Her eyes plead with mine, in their deep honey color. “Remove your eye glamour.”