I woke up to her.
Again.
And this time, her hand was already wrapped around me under the sheets.
Slow, firm strokes — maddeningly slow.
Her body pressed to my side, warm, barely dressed. Her hoodie had ridden up sometime during the night, baring her smooth thighs and a peek of black lace.
"Mmm. Morning," she whispered, as if she wasn't dragging me out of sleep by the dick.
"You were twitching so much in your sleep. Dreaming about me again?"
I groaned, shifting under her grip. She didn't stop. If anything, she got crueler — slowing down, letting her palm drag against the tip before starting over.
"L-Lila… c-can you… be gentle?"
Her fingers froze then a beat passed.
She looked up at me, and the smile she wore…
Was terrifying.
"Gentle?" she repeated slowly, as if the word was foreign.
"You want me to be gentle?"
She sat up, letting the sheet slide off her. Her hoodie hung loose, giving me an obscene view of the soft swell of her breasts — no bra, of course. She straddled me without warning, grabbing both my wrists and pinning them over my head.
Eyes dark. Breathing sharp.
"Do you forget what I am?" she hissed. "What I could do to you?"
Her hips ground down over mine, not for pleasure — but to keep me still. The pressure made me gasp.
"I could make you beg, Eli. Not in words. In screams. On your knees. I could break you in half and still make you love it."
She leaned down, her lips brushing mine but never kissing.
> "But you want gentle."
Her hand returned between my legs — but now her strokes were rough, fast, designed to tease but never finish. Just enough to keep me burning.
I squirmed.
"Lila—seriously—!"
"No," she said coldly. "You're not allowed to speak unless I say."
She kept going. Faster. Crueler. Each time I got close, she'd stop. Let me breathe. And then start again.
Until I snapped.
"LILA! I SAID STOP!"
I shoved her hand away, jerking myself up, red-faced and angry.
She froze. The shift was instant, like a candle being blown out.
She let go of me, backed off, eyes wide — and for the first time, not smug or smugly dominant.
Just quiet.
"Y-You're mad at me," she said softly.
"Of course I'm mad!" I spat. "You don't get to keep doing this every damn day like I'm some toy. I said I needed you to be gentle. That's not weakness — it's called trust."
She looked away.
> "You're right."
The words came out too easily. Too soft.
She folded her arms around herself, suddenly small. Distant.
> "I… I went too far."
My breathing slowed. I didn't know whether to yell more or just sit there and try not to explode from frustration — both sexual and emotional.
"Why do you even want this?" I asked quietly.
She looked back at me, and for the first time in days, her smile was not wicked.
It was scared.
"Because no one's ever touched me like you do," she whispered.
"Because when you look at me, it's not just lust. It's something else. And I don't know what that is. But I want it. I want you. And I don't want to break you."
"Then stop trying to."
She reached out, hesitantly this time. Her fingers brushed my chest, soft and warm.
"You asked me to be gentle," she said. "So let me try."
She crawled into my lap again, slower now. Her eyes searched mine, as if checking for permission. When I didn't stop her, she kissed me — finally.
Not demanding, not controlling. Just warm, deep and tender.
Then her hand slid back down, and this time, it moved with featherlight care. Like she was learning me all over again.
"I'll still tease you," she whispered against my ear.
"But I'll be kind about it."
I groaned, melting into her.
Her strokes grew slicker, smoother. My body betrayed me, arching toward her, twitching under every pass.
"Shhh," she cooed. "No cumming yet. Not until I say. You'll wait for your girlfriend, won't you?"
I whimpered.
> "Say it."
"You're… my girlfriend."
> "Again."
"You're my girlfriend, Lila."
She smiled sweetly.
> "Good boy."
And then she stopped.
Left me throbbing, desperate, gasping into her neck.
> "L-Lila—!"
"Mmm-mm. That was the gentle version," she giggled.
"You should be thankful."
She kissed my forehead, slid back under the covers… and held me like nothing just happened.
My heart was pounding, my body still on edge.
And somewhere in that darkness between her breath and my thoughts, I realized…
This demon wasn't just playing.
She was falling.
And it terrified both of us.
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To be continued…