Kon shivered at the feeling of the devil's hot breath on his neck.
“Let me go!” He tried to get the devil to let him go, but the devil held him.
“Why will I let you go?” The devil palmed Kon's budge.
Against his better judgement, Kon found himself getting aroused.
“Aren't you a liar?” The devil lightly bit his ear. “See how hard you are, yet, you claim you don't like me.”
“Let me go!” Kon struggled from his hold. “I'm not gay!”
“And I am?” The devil chuckled. “It doesn't matter what you are, Kon. What matters is your reaction to my hand.” He held Kon's body with his left, and let his zip down with his right hand.
Kon shivered the moment the devil's hand touched his hard shaft.
He strained his back, panting like an animal in need.
The devil circled his thumb on the tip of Kon's shaft.
“Shit!” Kon cried out.
Pleasure racked through his body.
This was unlike the numerous times he tried to touch himself to orgasm.
The devil's hand on him was so warm, it made it difficult for him to keep his cool.
He was at the edge, ready to—
The devil removed his hand from Kon's shaft and rose.
“What are you doing?” Kon shivered.
“If you want to feel immerse pleasure, you know where to find me.” The devil left the dining room.
It took all his not to completely remove Kon's clothes, and have his way with him. But he has his pride.
If Kon wants him, he will have to beg.
Kon sat on the chair, panting from need. Swear dribbled down his face as he tried to finish himself off.
Yet, it was impossible for him to do so. It seems his body wants a particular pair of hands on him.
“Fuck!” Kon growled. He was frustrated with not only the world but the devil for making him this way.
“I will never succumb to his plans,” Kon vowed, panting hard. He closed his eyes and leaned on the table.
His shaft was still hard, and despite what he did, he couldn't get his orgasm.
It was frustrating.
Kon rose from the chair and walked over to the stairs. He wasn't hungry. He was frustrated.
Kon took a cold bath to quench the fire in his loins, but it was no use. The more he tried to fight it, the hotter his body became until he can think of nothing else.
“Fuck!” Kon tugged his hair.
He wiped his body and plopped on the bed.
Kon tried to sleep that night, but it was difficult for him.
He kept on turning and tossing at the unfamiliar feeling in his crotch.
His hard-on wasn't going down, no matter what he did to it.
The cold bath couldn't cure him, and neither was his hand able to do the job.
He rose from the bed and walked to his closet, where he got his robe from.
Kon wore the robe and walked towards the door.
He found himself walking to the devil's room.
His legs shook at the thought of what he was about to do.
The once fearless Kon is about to take a step into a world he never thought he will willingly step in.
Meanwhile, the devil was also in hell, like Kon was.
He has been patiently sitting on his bed, waiting for Kon to knock, but it seemed it won't be happening any time near.
The devil had half the mind to match over to Kon's room and take him, hard. But he restrained himself.
His ego won't allow him to do that.
Kon knocked on the devil's door, surprising the devil, who has given up all hope of seeing Kon in his room.
“Who's that?” He asked, despite knowing who it was.
Scorpion was out on a mission he should have gone on together with the Devil.
There was no other minion of the devil who will have half the mind to come close to their master's room.
“I'm the one,” Kon croaked out.
“Come in.” The devil ordered after a moment of prolonged silence.
Kon opened the door and stepped in.
He gently closed the door behind him and stood next to the door.
At the sight of a half-naked devil, his body seemed to violently react.
The devil turned to him.
“What are you doing here?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I—” Kon swallowed. He glanced around the semi-dark room.
“What's wrong?” The devil asked once more, with a pronounced smirk on his face.
“I—” Kon touched the robe he was putting on. He closed his eyes, and slowly removed his robe.
For the first time since he came here, Kon willingly removed his clothes in the presence of the devil.
The devil's eyes greedily racked through Kon's body.
It started from his head until it reached the tip of his toes.
Kon's shaft was so hard, it seemed to be pointing at the devil.
“Cute.” The devil murmured under his breath. It wasn't too audible for Kon to hear.
It was more like a whisper.
“Come.” The devil commanded.
Despite the urge Kon had, to walk out of the room in anger, he found himself walking towards the devil, like a zombie.
He walked over to where the devil was, and stood in front of him.
“Why are you here?” The devil's hand lightly grazed Kon's waist.
Kon sucked in a breath.
“Touch me.” Kon bit his inner mouth.
“Touch you?” The devil snickered. “I will do more than touch you, pretty boy.” He traced his finger around Kon's hard shaft, making him grow harder.
“There is no pleasure Without pain to me, Kon. I hope you know what you are signing for, by being here.” The devil used his thumb on the tip of Kon's shaft, further exciting him.
“Yes.” Kon breathed.
“Good.” The devil smirked. “I will make this the most memorable night of your life.”
Kon gritted his teeth to prevent a snappy comeback.
He knew he needed the devil.
A/N
Hey guys, thank you so much for your support. I'm sorry to announce that this book will be locked from the next chapter.
Please bear with me. It's a means for me to earn as I write.
I hope you understand.