“You know its rare, for someone in your position to be as eager and affectionate as you are. In all the centuries I have spent in this city, watching it grow, taking advantage of its spoils, only a handful girls have grown fond of me in return.” He said slowly and thoughtfully, finding it as endearing and wholly attractive as he had the first time a slave girl had professed to care for him. Despite the power shift, despite the knowledge that he could kill her by mistake, despite knowing they’d never be equal and the only way to actually have a relationship with him would be to be claimed, owned entirely. “I am one of a kind, that I won’t argue against. But I am curious, how do I differ from everyone else? But you’re right, my proclivities and desires have led to a depth of knowledge concerning the female body and sex in particular. Each person is different of course, your limits aren’t the same as someone else’s, but after one active night together I do know what they are. And I would never intentionally push you too far. If I ever do, it would be because I think you can handle more than your mind might realize.” The more they talked, the fonder he was becoming of Raph. She had a body to die for, to be sure, but she also had a marvelous mind to go with it.
He sighed softly as she broke their kiss to speak, eyes glittering now with desire as he stared back at her. “You are lucky, but also rare. Keep this up and I’m not sure I’ll be able to share you with others anymore. I’ll want you all to myself.” He said in a quiet but promising voice, curious to know if that was something she’d want as well. One side of his mouth was curled up in a small smile as she thanked him a second time. Her submissiveness seemed to be deeply ingrained, to a point where it had become a natural state. He enjoyed how she was becoming more brazen, not only taking initiative but also not asking for too much permission. The demon leaned into the kiss, his hands running trough her hair, down her shoulders and front as his thumbs softly rubbed against her lace covered nipples.
His hands fell to his sides though when she bent down. Her question, or rather soft request, was not one that came as a huge surprise. He had noticed that she could use some guidance the last time her lips had grazed his cock. “My two most sensitive spots are the head and my balls. You can use both of your hands, one to alternate between my balls, one to hold and pump my erection.” Calmly he reached out to take her hands, placing them where he had just said. “Suck me as if sucking a lollipop. The metaphor truly works for most, to get an understanding of how to use their mouth and tongue. The further you can get me into your mouth, the better. And when you gag or moan around me, I will feel that and it will push me further towards climax. If you want to be my good girl, you will learn how to take me deep and keep me there.”
“No one has been intentionally cruel, really.” She admitted, “I’ve been lucky.” And she hoped that luck didn’t run out, “But there is something different about you, Sir. You made me feel... right at home with you, I guess is the best way to put it. Even when we were doing things I’d never done before, I always felt like you were right there with me. Like maybe I was in the deep end but you wouldn’t let me drown.” Her cheeks flushed a little bit. “So... no one has been unkind but I’ve always felt like I could lean on you or look to you to guide me through.” It was a very personal thing. She hadn’t lost sight of what they were, or what this place was but it was valuable to be able to have a Master you could trust.
She smiled hopefully at him, her eyes betraying more of that desire than anything else. “I would like that, Sir.” She whispered, “Very much.” In some ways, it would be the most luck she’d ever had. Raph tilted her head into his touch, shivers racing through her as it continued downward until his thumbs grazed her nipples. They stiffened almost instantly, somewhat painfully against the lace in a way that made her sigh longingly.
Letting him guide her hands into place, she immediately began to work her hands as he instructed while still looking up at him as he continued to speak. Her cheeks heated, rather unsurprisingly but she seemed as comfortable as ever with him. Raph nodded a little, “I’ll do my best, Sir. You know I want to be your good girl.” In rather innocent ways as well as sexual ones, like in that moment. Looking up through her lashes, she lowered her head and parted her lips.
Wrapping them around the head of his cock, her first suck was slightly tentative but she followed it quickly with a swirl of her tongue. She would take his advice as best she could, despite the entirely different feeling of the weight and warmth of his cock on her tongue. It was more enjoyable than she had expected though, tongue vibrating with a soft moan against him. The hand she had in place helped her too, with gauging how much of his cock she had taken and how much there was to go. It also helped her to keep pace, pushing herself to take more as she adjusted to what she already had.
Of course, the real difficulty came as his cock approached the back of her throat. Instinctively she gagged, though at least she didn’t seem to struggle with keeping her mouth wide. Easing back slightly, she took a slow deep breath before trying again, still looking at him when the motion that had been causing her eyes to water sent just one tear streaming down her cheek. The slave kept pushing for control over the reflex though, not wanting to disappoint Niall.
