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Your hand wouldn’t stop moving. You weren’t entirely sure where you were or how long you had been here. Nothing felt familiar, everything was spinning, but all you could focus on was the building pleasure in your core. And your hand wouldn’t stop moving.
You didn’t want it to. At least you didn’t think you did. But even if you did you weren’t sure it would.
You were naked. You were lying on your back in this strange place and you were naked. Your hand was between your legs, your legs were spread wide. And your hand wouldn’t stop moving.
Daemon stood over you, staring down at you with an unreadable expression. Its eyes scanned over your body, over and over, and you thought a smile began to pull at their lips but you weren’t sure.
You tried to whine, to moan at the sensations flooding through you, but your lips stayed sealed. Daemon laughed that uncanny laugh.
“You want more,” he said. “I don’t. Do you?”
“Not yet.” Your mouth was the one that said the words but you didn’t speak them. They weren’t your words. Your hips stuttered as they tried and failed to buck against your hand. And your hand wouldn’t stop moving. The pleasure continued to build, to tighten, to solidify into something undeniable and unavoidable and yet you knew it would go nowhere unless Daemon wanted it to.
She looked down at you with a cocked head, eyes focused on your face. It was the one part of your body you could control freely. Your brows furrowed, your eyes unfocused, your lips pressed tight together as you panted through your nose. You were a wreck, only crumbling more with each passing moment.
“Does it hurt you?” they asked. It took effort, so much effort, but you shook your head. Daemon smiled.
“Good,” it said. “Keep going. I’m not done. Are you?”
“Not yet.”
Daemon laughed again, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. Your hand didn’t stop moving.
“It’s building, isn’t it? Pressure.” he said. “Carbonation in a shaken can. Careful. You might burst. Will you?”
“Not yet.” You wish you could say something else, but they were the only words Daemon let you say. You had no control over your words, over your movements or actions. You barely had control over your thoughts; only more and please and Daemon and, loudest of all, not yet. You wanted more, or maybe less, you weren't sure. You knew that what you had, what you were given, wasn’t right. Something was off. Something was always off with Daemon, though, and you think you loved it, but you weren’t sure. You couldn’t think too hard right now. Because your hand wouldn’t stop moving.
“Is it frustrating?” Daemon asked, but you couldn’t move to answer. “I could do this forever. Pressure building infinitely. Nowhere to go.”
You felt tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes. The pressure in your core was hot and tight and you could feel yourself reeling toward an edge you knew you could never truly reach. Like a hallway in a nightmare, no matter how fast you ran you’d never find the end. Your abdomen spasmed, your hips unable to buck, your body unable to squirm.
Something in Daemon’s expression flickered. They stepped closer to you, reaching out but not touching.
“Is it too much?” he asked. You felt the response it wanted you to say on the back of your tongue but for once there was room for something else. You could speak freely, if you had to, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to. So you gave in.
“Not yet,” you answered. Daemon smiled, something in her posture relaxing.
“Good,” they said. “I’m not done. Keep going.”
Your hand wouldn’t stop moving, but now it started to move faster. Your eyes screwed shut as that pressure skyrocketed within you. And yet. It still had nowhere to go. Not yet. Your mind was begging, pleading for release. But even your thoughts were answered with the same two words. The hand that wasn’t moving was clenched into a fist and shaking. You were trembling. Daemon laughed again.
“My sweet lover,” it said. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” You try to nod but your head doesn’t move. You try to whine, to answer, but no sound comes out. All you can do is look up at Daemon while your hand just keeps moving. The pressure is almost unbearable. If you could have, you would have tipped over the edge by now. But you’re not allowed to. Not yet. So it keeps building and building. You started to beg in your mind. Pleading for release. Daemon, please, please, over and over. But Daemon only laughed.
“Do you want it to end?” he asked. “Do you want me to let you go?”
“Not yet,” you answered.
“Not yet,” she repeated.
“Not yet.”
“Not yet.”
“Not yet.”
Over and over. Building and building. Your breaths started to come in faster, harder, shaking in your lungs. Your hand wouldn’t stop moving. Tears blurred your vision, falling down your cheeks with each blink. Daemon crouched before you and took your face in its hands. It felt like static, it made your brain fuzzy. They wiped away your tears.
“Is it time?” it asked.
Yes, you thought. Please, you thought.
“Not. Yet.” you said.
“Not yet,” they repeated. “And yet.”
“And yet,” you said.
“And yet,” he said. “You want to. Do you?”
“Not… yet…”
Your breathing was growing more labored. The pressure was all you could feel, all you could think about. Daemon’s face was inches away from yours, her eyes searching yours as though looking for answers to unspoken questions. They leaned forward, pressing their lips to yours and your whole body erupted into static. Like soda water had replaced your blood. You closed your eyes and returned the kiss. And your hand wouldn’t stop moving.
Daemon pulled away with a smile.
“My sweet lover,” it said again. “Now.”
The pressure was released, the coil snapped. You came without a sound, but the blood rushing to your head was loud in your ears. Everything around you turned white, then to static. Daemon held you through it, his hands grounding you to whatever this was, because it wasn’t reality, was it? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you were cumming and it was perfect and you would be screaming if you could but you couldn’t. Daemon didn’t want you to. So your mouth stayed closed. And when everything settled, when the world returned to color and your mind returned to your body, all you could think about was Daemon, Daemon, Daemon. So much that it took you a while to notice.
Your hand wouldn’t stop moving.