Alexis

I wasn’t sure what to make of Damien. His reputation was twofold. On the one hand, he was a known charmer and had no trouble getting a woman in his bed or kicking her out of it. On the other hand, he was feared as a terror in war. Stories of him beheading men with his bare hands and his eyes burning red with fury as he led men to battle were regularly repeated. I wasn’t sure which Devil I was going to meet. In fact, I had thought he wouldn’t be here at all. My dad had made it seem like I wouldn’t ever be seeing him. War was common, and the lesser kings were expected to join in. My father fought so often when I was a child, I mistakenly thought that Flor was my only parent, when in fact she was the housekeeper.

Damien was definitely not what I thought he would be. He was funny, interesting, dynamic, and an amazing father. Growing up, I knew of many stories about the Devil. I could remember attending a party in my father’s honor one time where I caught a glimpse of Damien in passing as the kids were shepherded to the play area. At the time, he scared me, his imposing figure and forbidding glare not what a young girl would find comforting.

Now however, I could appreciate his stunning features as a woman would. His strong chiseled jawline hinted at his fierceness, but then looking into his hypnotic gold eyes would make a woman feel light headed with the intensity of feeling found there. She had heard stories of how his eyes would blaze red during battle, and Alexis wondered if the same was true during sex. His broad shoulders and muscled abdomen made Alexis wonder how it would feel to trail her lips over the taut skin. Or maybe her tongue.

We played for a while, the whole time I worked to keep my focus on the kids, and not on the muscles in his broad back that rippled beneath his shirt as he raised one of his sons into the air.

At dinner, I thought there would be more people in attendance, but it was just the two of us, and it took everything in me to remember this wasn’t a date. He was charming. Easy to talk to and Hades, so good to look at. Tempting was the only word for it. I jumped at the offer when he asked me if I was ready to go to bed.

“Good night,” I said, walking towards the hall I remembered, but stalling as I realized my predicament. “I didn’t know I would be staying. So I didn’t pack any clothes.”

“Your father arranged for your housekeeper to pack your things. You’ll find them waiting for you in your room.”

Of course he did. He had probably laughed to himself the entire time too.

“Right. I forgot,” I said, trying to save face. “See you in the morning.”

Even though the bath was calling me, I was too tired and vowed to do it in the morning. The boys had exhausted me, and I showered quickly before digging through the handful of boxes on the side of my room. The boxes were neatly labeled. Tops. Bottoms. Undergarments. Shoes. Nightstand. Bookshelf.

Flor, our housekeeper, knew me better than my father did. It was easy to find my night clothes, and with my favorite nightgown on, I dug through my nightstand box finding my reading glasses… and my vibrator. I blushed wildly, wondering why Flor would pack that. I could see her face now.

“Every woman deserves a little pleasure.”

Since I was a virgin, I’d only had the courage to put it on my clit.

The idea to play with myself came so swiftly I didn’t have enough time to swat it away and with Damien’s sexy self on my brain, I decided one orgasm was just what I needed to keep Damien from invading my dreams that night. I carried the small nightstand box to the bed, dumping it in the empty drawer and lay down under the blankets to keep the buzzing noise from traveling too far.

I pressed it gently against the bundle of nerves between my legs, immediately conjuring a picture of Damien’s mouth on my body.

I took a deep breath and spread my legs. I had been told that sex was amazing, that it felt like an explosion in your core, and every romance book I read made me wish I didn’t have to pretend. My fingers swirled in my wetness and pushed against the delicate barrier inside of me before pressing the round rubber head against my wetness and bobbing it up and down in between my legs. My hips moved on their own, lurching against the air, trying for something I wanted but had never had. The vibrator’s hum slowed, instead of its loud, firm force in between my legs it quieted to a soft pad and then nothing.

Shit.

It was dead.

I groaned in disappointment, I was so close to my peak. I continued to rub it against my clit with one hand, the other hand searching through the air, patting my nightstand, searching blindly for the batteries that were in my own nightstand. Surely Flor wouldn’t have sent the toy without the batteries, I hoped fervently. Slapping almost desperately at the nightstand to find what I needed to push myself over the edge, I was ready to cry out in anguish, how could the fates be so cruel?

Then, realizing that I didn’t need the vibration, I was already so close really, I just needed something a little more, and the thought of Damien’s dominant will was it. Even though it was inappropriate, the thought of him had already carried me nearly to completion. I just needed a little push.

I had heard rumors he was a veritable god in bed. He was the Devil, after all. I imagined him in the lead of the last smut book I had read, holding my hands over my head, as he pushed within my body. I moaned softly. In my fantasy, he whispered dirty words of encouragement in my ear, as his body pistoned within mine, and his free hand played with my clit.

My hips moved on their own, tilting the vibrator just enough to massage my clit without penetrating my entrance. Oh god, I wanted something inside me. I wanted him to touch me again, to feel that electricity in my pussy that I had felt in my fingers when we touched. I wanted him to make me come.

I imagined his deep voice in my ear, telling me to come hard. And I was a good girl. I wasn’t going to disobey my Supreme Ruler.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as my fingers pinched my clit sharply. My core gripped tightly as the orgasm ripped through me.

“Yes,” I panted. “Yes! Damien,” I moaned and came, harder than I ever had against the synthetic toy.

“Did you need something, Alexis?”

I jumped, grabbing my chest at hearing Damien’s voice in my room. I looked around trying to see where he was and when he had come into my room.

“Alexis?” he said again, and I realized it was coming from the intercom.

Oh. My. God.

Fuck. Had I grab the intercom by accident? Had he heard me come? And oh my god, had he heard me say his name? My heart raced as my shaking hand pushed the button I thought was correct, “Y–yes?”

“I heard you call my name.”

Double fuck.

I blushed right down to my toes. Please Hades, tell me he hadn’t heard the entire thing.

“Did you get what you need?” he asked, with a small smirk in his voice.

“Y–yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Good night then,” he said, sounding amused.

Mortified I mumbled, “Good night.”