Sierra

" I t appears the Slasher has disappeared," the news lady says on the television. I slowly place the glass on the counter top, focusing my attention on the screen by the bar. We have one on each side just in case there's any games on for sports fans. Most mornings I watch the news only to keep an eye on the information they may have regarding the slasher.

But a couple days have passed without a single word about Donald's death. Not one word. He completely disappeared without anyone caring where he actually turned up. Part of me is relieved, another part is frightened that he survived the assault, that maybe he faked being dead just so I'd leave. I know that's not possible with the amount of blood he'd lost. Gently placing the glass on the bar, I take a deep breath in and out before I start having a panic attack.

"Oh, brujita. Are you scared the Slasher will come get you?" Julian's voice interrupts me out of the melt down threatening to break out. How the fuck did he get in here? The doors are locked, aren't they? He's standing directly in front of the bar, just watching me. His chocolate brown eyes full of anger like I had wronged him in some way. How long has he been here?

"Are you really that stupid that you can't read the sign that reads, Closed?! " I sneer. Amusement dances in his darkened eyes and, then he smiles at me in a way that has my pussy throbbing like I hadn't just made myself come before coming downstairs.

He has on a pair of dark black pants and a button-down blue shirt, one that really brings out his tanned complexion. It's a short sleeve shirt that showcases the intricate designs that go down his arms and up to his neck, his shirt is slightly opened by his collarbone teasing at the tattoos on his chest.

After the abduction, I couldn't touch anyone or be touched, but it's different whenever I'm around this fucking demon. I turn into a horny little slut for him, my cunt weeps in just the simple way he glares at me in hatred.

"Careful, brujita. You may not like the consequences." Julian raises an eyebrow like he was waiting for me to lash out anyway. I close my mouth, as I take my bottom lip between my teeth. I bite down carefully, making sure not to draw any blood. His eyes follow the movement, licking his own lips like he was imagining his lips on mine.

I rub my thighs together, trying to relieve some of this built-up tension as the silence and lust fills the room. Julian's smile turns mischievous, as he walks around towards the entrance of the wrap around bar. I think about turning around and running out of the bar area, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction. So, I stand my ground and look at him with rebelliousness in my eyes as he closes the distance between us.

"I think you need to learn your lesson in manners, Mu?eca," he says, his demeanor all but changes the longer he stands there. The control and dominance radiates off him and yet, he pauses for a single moment like he was waiting for some sort of objection or retort from me. I part my lips slightly, waiting to see what he has in mind. I don't move.

I smile when he doesn't continue. "All talk and no bite." I chuckle, taunting him to unleash the demon I know he is. I don't wait to see a reaction; I know I'll get one so I turn around, grabbing the glass off the counter to put it back in its place behind the bar.

I feel the warmth of his body, his musky earthy scent before I feel his hand wrap around my throat. His thumb and index finger squeeze as he pushes his body into mine against the bar. His hips locking me in place as his grip tightens, his hot breath by my ear already has my knees weak. I hold onto the edge of the bar, holding my body up as he traps me. His long hard cock digs into my ass, as if he needs me just as much as I need him.

"Oh, Mu?equita, do you want to test that theory?" he whispers, and then his teeth sink into my shoulder around the same place he once had his knife on my skin. The pain of his bite courses through my veins, making my clit pulse as rapidly as my heart.

His grip around my throat tightens as he bites me one more time, his teeth dig into my skin until his saliva and the blood from the fresh wound mix. A strained moan escapes my lips as I grind against his hard dick on my ass.

"Already a needy little slut for me?" he says, amused. I feel the pleasure shooting through my body in one swift movement. It won't take long before I explode in pleasure. My vision blurs. My lips part. And just as slowly as the pleasure was built, it's gone.

I inhale rapidly as his touch disappears and anger drives over me as much as the lust, I was so entranced with. "Fucking asshole," I mutter under my breath.

Turning around, I come face to face with darkened eyes, those of a demon. His chuckle turns malicious, as his head tilts in amusement.

"Beg, Mu?eca," he orders, bringing his eyes down to the floor and back to me. "I don't beg," I say, gritting my teeth and folding my arms.

"I do believe you begged in the bathroom," he says, referring to our first time, where he promised to make me come more the next time he'd fuck me and my cheeks heat in response. He's right, all I could think about was the intense feeling I felt for him, similar to the feeling building inside me now.

"It will never happen again." I scoff, and his jaw tightens, closing the distance once more. I stand my ground, not allowing him to intimidate me even though I'm already on the verge of kneeling before him just so I can worship the cock that's starred in every one of my wet dreams since he fucked me.

"Sit on the bar, Mu?eca," he says, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it up enough to lightly glide his finger up my leg. Shivers go down my spine at the gentleness of his touch. Gripping the bar from both sides from behind my back, I pull my body up until I'm sitting on the bar facing him. He lifts my dress the way he had before on my right side, inch by inch revealing my leg until he reaches my ass.

"Spread your legs for me, Mu?eca," he rasps, as he pulls the dress on the other side. When I don't listen, because of the way I'm lost in his touch, and I mean fucking lost in the way his gentle fingers caress my soft skin. My chest rises and falls rapidly. I'm practically panting at the small interaction already.

He raises my dress above my abdomen and groans when he notices the lack of lingerie I have on. "Lift, we wouldn't want to soak your pretty dress in come," he says, pulling up the dress above my head and very delicately placing it on the bar, a little further from me.

"Such a good little listener." He chuckles. Asshole. I lift my arm to hit him, and as if he knew exactly what I was thinking he traps my hand with his, bringing our locked hands up to his face. The sensation of his perfectly trimmed beard has my pussy getting even more wet at the thought of his face between my thighs. He places a kiss on my knuckles, and licks the length of my index finger before trapping it between his lips. His soft lips suck on my digit, his tongue glides up and down as I let out a soft moan. Fuck. He places a small bite on the tip of my finger as he directs my finger down my leg.

He handles my finger the way he handles a blade, so carefully and with a hunger that fuels the hidden succubus carefully secured behind my mask.

He licks his lips as he watches what he does to me, my cheeks feel hot but the anticipation of my own touch on my cunt has me lifting my hips to help him guide me where I want to be touched. "Look at how badly you want me, Mu?eca. Look at how wet you are for me." He chuckles, as he slowly pushes my finger inside my warm wet pussy.

Julian's eyes remain between my legs, completely hypnotized as he pulls my fingers in and out of my cunt. "You have such a pretty little cunt," he whispers. My eyes remain on him, the way his arms flex as he moves me the way he wants. His straight black hair is pushed back; he would almost look innocent if it weren't for the tattoos peeking from the collar of his shirt. His neck has four crosses tattooed on his neck as if they were drawn on, and the ink finally gave out towards the end.

His throat constricts as he swallows, the movement makes my stomach dip in anticipation. He moves his face to my leg; his stubble prickles my thigh as he presses gentle kisses along my flesh. His tongue darts out, tasting my skin the way he would a delicious dessert.

Hums of appreciation leave his lips, the vibration brings a whole new spark of electricity spreading through my body down to my aching clit as he adds another finger, stretching my entrance. I can't help but lean my head back, my eyes close as I feel the pleasure coursing through my body like rockets. Sparks ignite with every kiss and every lick as my fingers are pushed up to the knuckle. I curl them as I would if I were alone, hitting the spot that causes my legs to tremble and my toes to curl.

"You'll come on my tongue, nowhere else," he rasps. I whimper in response, and hold my breath, waiting for the waves of euphoria to wash over me when a very hot tongue flicks my clit. My body jolts, and my eyes fling open. I look down to find his chestnut brown ones looking up at me, as he moves my fingers away and closes his full lips around my clit.

I moan, as his tongue teases the orgasm on the precipice of rolling over me. His movements are slow, and I move my free hand to his head, spreading my fingers through the strands of his jet-black hair as he continues his assault on my body.

The pleasure intensifies, the euphoria building through me has my stomach dipping, knowing full well that I'll crash through a sea of emotions. The tears already build in my eyes, as the scream I want to let out sit on the tip of my tongue. My lips quiver, the loud moans fill the space challenging his own feral groans as I grind my pussy on his tongue while he fucks me with more aggression.

His teeth graze over my clit, the pain that shoots through me shatters the world around me. I scream at the pleasure that cascades from my sensitive pussy, as he continues to suck and lick every drop of my arousal until I crash full force against his mouth

"Fuck, Julian." I moan, the high of the orgasm slowly returning me to our reality where he is a murderer and the man I despise. Before I can retreat into my head, hiding behind my carefully built wall.

"Get out of your head, Mu?ecita, or I'll make sure to fuck every single thought from that pretty little head of yours," he says, unbuttoning his pants and quickly pushing them down to his ankles. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, the veins around his barbells leading down his shaft to his happy trail. With one arm, he reaches behind his back and removes his shirt in a rapid movement, showcasing every black and gray design tattooed on his body.

My mind yells at me to stop this, to not move any further. What would happen if we're caught? Would Catalina hate me?

The hair ties burn my wrists with the need to snap them until my skin stings in the same way my pussy is. My cunt pulses with the need for more, with the need and desire to hate fuck Julian, for burning me with a craving that fuels my soul, that chips the pieces of the wall that slowly threatens to crumble.

"Fuck you, Demon." I seethe, and yet I still move my body closer to the edge of the bar, moving my legs a little wider so that he can stand between me. He watches me in amusement, stroking his pierced cock slowly as he steps closer and closer. His cock meets my entrance, but he doesn't move, he stands there like a fucking statue. His hungry eyes are trained on mine, while I whimper, wanting his cock deep inside me and hating myself for it.

"Your mind might hate the fact that you want me, but your pussy knows who she belongs to. It's only a matter of time before you realize that you are mine, little bruja," he groans, as he tightens his hold on his cock and spreads the precum on his slit.

"I'm no one's." I rebuttal, trying to gain the strength I thought I once had to object to his delusional thoughts. "No, . You're mine. You hate me because I see you for the little bruja you are, just like you see me for the demon I am. I hate you for bringing me back from the dead with your hexes. That hatred you feel, that makes you mine." He thrusts his hips forward burying his cock inside my warm cunt. My walls clench around his cock, the barbells hitting just the right spot to make me lose all my sanity.

"Fuck, Demon. Why do you feel so fucking good?" I gasp. "Your cock, my god. I feel so full." My words come out unintelligible as he moves his hips back, his crown rests inside my pussy but he doesn't move.

I dig my heels into his ass and wrap my arms around his neck in an attempt to move him deeper inside me. He holds himself back, his fingers glide up my spine until goosebumps break out all over my body, the heat of his hands against my cool skin leaves a trail of fire with each gentle stroke. He pulls the tip out and back in. Again, and again. Always just the tip. He's teasing me, building me up to the point of freefalling down from the heavens, where all I can see are stars and slowly removing the need to jump.

"Stop teasing me, Demon," I whine, my need to come is overpowering any rational thought. Julian rubs his stubbled jaw along my cheek, peppering kisses along my neck and moving his hands up to my curled hair. He delicately grabs a handful and pulls back towards the bar, giving him more access to my neck. My eyes focus on the light fixture on the ceiling, while his warm wet tongue licks from between my breasts and up my neck, his beard scratches while his tongue leaves a trail up to my ear.

"Beg me, Mu?eca." His hot breath awakening the trail of saliva as if he lit a match against my flesh. He lets my hair go, and I bring my face down slowly to meet his eyes. His darkened eyes look almost black in this dimmed setting as he watches me, waiting for my reaction.

I dig my heel on his ass with a little more force as he glares at me, thrusting his hips slowly enough that I can feel the first barbell of his cock piercing as he enters me. His hips move back before I can count another one, like he's waiting for me to either fight him or give in and beg for the release I'm craving.

"Fuck," I whimper as I dig my nails through his hair in an attempt to grab the short strands behind his neck. I need him. This burning hunger he's brought out of me exceeds any feeling I have ever had, it's as if I never knew what desire could feel like until now. How is it possible that one time with him could let loose a lifetime of hungry inner demons that have been awaiting their turn to be satisfied?

"Please," my voice is quiet it's barely even a whisper. My body trembles as he continues his teasing thrusts.

"Louder, Mu?ecita," he growls, as he pushes further inside me. I mentally count the barbells. O ne, two, three… and then, he stops.

He grabs my waist, waiting for me to say the words as his wild eyes look between my eyes and my lips like he wants a taste of me just as much as he wants to hear me beg.

"Fuck, please. Fuck me, Demon. Make me cum. I need you."

His eyes shine with admiration, with specs of hatred as he closes the distance between our bodies in a feral thrust. My clit pulses erratically while my cunt weeps as our movement grows untamed, almost savage. He lets go of my waist with one hand, grabs me by the throat and wildly kisses me with the starvation of a man that has been dying. His warm tongue dancing with mine in some frantic battle for dominance. I bite his lip hard, making sure to break the skin on his soft lips. It doesn't stop us from our movements, our skins slapping echo through the bar along with our muffled moans. Every so often he curses or says something in Spanish, that I can't even attempt to comprehend as he fucks me savagely.

My mind goes dark, his grip tightens along my throat, like he knew I needed the small escape into the darkness for my body to let go. The explosion on the precipice of erupting through my body like a rocket ready for take-off.

"Come for me," he grunts. "Come with me, little slut."

And then I fall off the cliff to euphoria. My pussy clenches around his cock at his words, his piercing rubs at the spot inside me that has my body spasming in pure orgasmic bliss. It doesn't take long for him to follow, his cock twitches as his warm cum fills me completely. He slowly pulls out, his cum dripping onto the bar as he moves away, taking his warmth with him. I try to close my legs, but he stops me, pushing my legs further apart as his eyes remain on my swollen cunt, watching as his release seeps out of me.

The gentle caress of his hands down my thigh has me inching closer to him, his fingers gently swipe at the cum on the bar, and just when I think he'll give me a taste of him the way I've been yearning for, he pushes his finger inside my cunt, pumping his finger in and out.

"I want you full of me today. I want your thighs covered in my cum as it drips out of you every time you walk in that sexy fucking dress."

He gives me a smirk, and helps me off the bar onto my shaky legs. A knock comes from the entrance of the bar. Thank fuck that I have curtains on every window that I always have brought down after our shifts. Otherwise, we'd have some explaining to do. He grabs my dress and carefully brings my arms up so that he can shimmy it down my body.

Adjusting the dress into place, he assesses his handy work and nods. He grabs his pants and boxers from the floor and pulls them up, then quickly grabs his shirt and adjusts it so it's tucked inside his pants to appear a little more presentable.

"Where do you want me?" he says with a sinister grin.