I’m not a babe, pet, or a little witch. I’m Blair Bellamy, queen bitch, and he’s melted me down to a gooey puddle of subbed out bliss. My heart races and my elbows are on my knees as my palms press against my face.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be in and out. Fuck Ryan’s dad, make him feel like the worthless piece of shit he is and move on.

Collateral damage.

I’ve done worse things to people and felt nothing. But the way I felt with Dax, it was intimate. It was more than a revenge fuck and my head, heart, and pussy are so not on the same page.

I should be thinking about how to kick him out of my bed and how I can best avoid him in the future. But what I really want are his big long arms wrapped around me and his beard pressed against the back of my neck.

What the fuck?

He made me come harder than I ever had in my life. Our magic pushed against each other alongside our bodies. I couldn’t even hold my glamour if I tried. Not that I could think with the way he went down on me. The things he said to me, I’m getting wet just thinking about it again.

I’m usually in charge in the bedroom and I had convinced myself that it was what I liked. But actually giving up the control to him was a completely different experience. It was the most pleasurable sexual encounter of my life, it’s like I’m being awakened to a new facet of myself.

He owned my body, knew what I needed. Made me want to do anything I could to please him, and I enjoyed it. Far more than I ever relished being dominate in the bedroom. I thought that being in charge just proved how everyone views me. Frankly, how I view myself most of the time.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that Dax can’t find out about Ryan and that I’m not done exploring what this is. Maybe it will fade out and it’s just so exciting because it’s so new and different. Maybe he will get tired of me. I mean, he’s a fucking demon after all, they aren’t known for monogamy.

A knock at the door startles me. “Blair, you okay in there?”

“Yeah, just a second.” I wipe the obscene amount of cum from my thighs and flush the toilet before washing my hands and turning off the faucet. I open the door and Dax walks in to wash his hands and swish water in his mouth.

I can’t help it when I gape at him, this specimen of a man in my bathroom. His tight ass flexes as he shifts his weight on his feet. Dax’s hair is a mess as it goes ten different directions on his head. I want to touch it again, feel the soft strands underneath my fingers. I can’t even fight with myself internally, I want him so badly.