[M] The Play Date spin-off

The woman's legs tightened around her Master's hips as he walked them towards a back rooms.

She kissed and licked at his neck and shoulder eagerly, getting more and more excited for what was to come with every step the Fallen Angel took. He said to the others that he'd make her regret riling him up. How could she ever regret it? What could he possibly do to make her regret this? She couldn't even comprehend the thought of regretting this.

She craved being close to Belial. She craved any and all attention he could give her. And now she had him all alone in the privacy of their own room.

This was a dream come true for her. She had him all alone. There was no worry about Coilean demanding attention and him dropping her to play with the pup or Zakhar appearing and Belial going off with him and leaving her behind to do any chores he wanted her to do.

They were alone in a Fetish club with Coilean and Zakhar being kept busy. She had all night with him alone if she could keep him interested.

She'd never be able to regret that.

As they approached the back rooms - she had spent many a night in them in the past with Hendrika and her friends, she knew where they were - her teeth pierced Belial's flesh again in another hard bite as her hands tugged sharply on his hair.

His blood seeped from the wounds her teeth had created, staining both his pale skin and her pink lips. Her tongue lapped at the skin, taking in as much of his blood as she could before the slick pink muscle began probing, pushing into the torn skin, teeth scraping at the wounded flesh a little.

There was no risk of people seeing her act out like this here. People very rarely hung out in the hallways of the back rooms. There was no one to see her attack her Master's neck like this.

It was only now, after spending so much time working at the club and gaining experience and confidence up on the stage, that she could even consider doing something like this to the man. Before the club came into her life she wouldn't even be in this situation. She'd have been sat silently in his lap while he talked to Alek and Lycus. She wouldn't have put up a little fuss or demanded to be noticed.

"Greedy little girl, demanding all of your Master's attention, I didn't know Slaves could make such demands."

He cooed with a chuckle as he walked with the woman in his arms, hissing a low groan as she tore into his flesh.

He loved the feel of his skin being torn apart by teeth, and now it was obvious that Asher knew it too.

Belial carried her, kicking open the door of the back room before shutting it with his hip, moving over to the bed in the center and throwing her down.

"On your back, legs apart."

He growled, peeling off his leather pants to reveal his arousal.

She bit her lip, eyes flickering down to the floor as he carried her.

She hadn't demanded all of his attention. She had pleaded for a little attention and he had took it upon himself to give her all his attention.

But even knowing that didn't stop her from feeling bad for what she had done. She felt awkward now.

His green eyes flickered up as she bounced a little on the bed.

Immediately after the order she rolled onto her back and pushed her legs up in the air, opening them in near perfect splits, hands resting on her legs, gripping them a little to keep them in that position.

She was glad some of the girls at the club had been teaching her how to dance on the poles properly. They'd been teaching her how to loosen up and twist herself into much more flexible positions.

Asher hoped this impressed Belial a little.

The woman looked up at her Master through her lashes, eyes trailing over his arousal slowly before flickering up to his face, green eyes meeting with purple.

"You little temptress."

He muttered with a chuckle as she split her leg wide for him, he almost hadn't allowed her to continue working at the club.

But being there seemed to help her in some way or another so he had let it go on.

The Fallen moved toward the bed, the belt from his pants striking across the backs of her thighs firmly before his hands stroked over the soft flesh.

Asher gave a soft little smile.

A temptress, was she? She was glad that her attempts at becoming a good stripper were going well. At first she had been so shy and scared to do anything whatsoever.

Now she could do a little. She was more adventurous and was slowly growing confident while seducing men.

Her head tilted back and her back arched a little, a soft hiss of pain sounding through clenched teeth.

Asher was a masochist, but she wasn't a painslut. She didn't have the same reactions to pain as Zakhar or Belial himself had.

A whine sounded when the sharp sting of the leather faded to a much more pleasurable slow burn. Her eyes flickered open again and she smiled up at the Fallen, the grip on her legs that had tightened when she had been struck loosening a little.