Chapter 22: CHAPTER TWENTY TWO - CONFUSION

I couldn't sleep that night. I kept tumbling around on the bed, my mind a whirlwind of turbulent thoughts.

Had I ruined my chance at a normal job? Did he think of me as a slut? Easily given in to pleasures that others could easily resist? Most importantly, the biggest question on my mind was, was I running mad?

How did I enjoy being tongue fucked by a demon? Every other time he'd said it, I always washed it under the carpet but although I was moaning in pleasure and lust, I saw those horns and red eyes as clear as day. His purple skin that glittered in the bright light was a testament of his time on earth and I knew that the voice he'd used to talk dirty to me was definitely used for more sinister things. I still couldn't believe he'd listened to that voicemail and it sounded like he'd enjoyed it a bit too much.

Yet I enjoyed every bit of his touch, his caress, the way he made me cum in his tongue as he drove the long member into my pussy.

I was definitely mad, nothing else could make sense because the thought of it again turned me on beyond measure. I wanted him to suck my pussy again and afterwards, fuck me till I was numb. I didn't care about my heart's fluttering at that moment, I simply craved the touch of my older boss and I wasn't ashamed of it.

But I should have been because this wouldn't end well, I could already sense it.

After much rolling around and stopping myself from touching myself, knowing fully well my hands would never be able to do anything for me again after what his tongue had done to me, I slipped into fitful sleep.

***

I walked into the office the next day with a tingling sensation down the nose of my neck. Something was wrong and I could feel it.

I ignored the feeling and went straight to work.

According to his schedule, he was going to be traveling to France and I needed to prepare for it.

The idea of being alone with him in a foreign place tingled every part of my body but I had to remind myself of what happened the last time I'd been on a public transport.

I Wouldn't want to be responsible for a plane crash.

When he walked into the office, my body was hyper aware of him and I didn't know how to react.

“Good morning Mr Denver,” I greeted as usual.

Instead of his usual smile and cordial response, all I got was a cold nod of the head.

Cold shivers ran through my body.

Was this it? Would I lose my job today?

I struggled to get back to my work amidst the turbulence of my thoughts.

I didn't realize it but finally being good at something validated me in so many ways that the thought of losing it put me in a shattered state of mind. I wanted to do everything possible to hold onto this job and I hoped my actions hadn't spoiled all my chances

“Aria!” I heard from him, and I jumped in shock. He even called for me angrily.

I ran straight to his office quickly, not wanting to piss him off further.

I stood in front of his table as he ignored me, focused on his writing instead of the fact that he'd called me in here.

“You called for me sir,” I whispered, his attention snapping to me.

His eyes were gray and yet, I could feel the rage coming from them as though they were red. I shivered again in fear.

“Sit down,” he commanded and I complied automatically, his glowering turning my insides to mush.

“What is wrong sir? Did I do anything wrong?” I whimpered, fear enveloped me.

He swiped his hands through his jet black hair in frustration.

“What happened last night?” He demanded, folding his hands on top of the wooden table.

“I.. I don't understand sir, what do you mean?”

If he couldn't remember it, what made him think I could while nearly pissing my pants?

“You don't understand what happened? You forgot how my demon made you cum on his tongue? Was it that bad that you've forgotten so easily?”

“Ahh.. I remember sir, I just didn't know you weren't aware of it,” I replied, my voice gaining strength.

“Of course I remember, your scent has been tormenting me in that house and I had to go elsewhere to avoid doing something I'd regret!” He snarled, getting up from his chair in anger.

“Sir I don't understand why you're angry,” I replied, and in response he walked towards my seat, his form hovering over my trembling form.

Somehow, his anger was turning me on again. Was there anything about the demon that didn't drive me into a lustful haze?

“You don't, do you?” He grunted while grabbing my chin. “You're going to be the death of me if I allow you but I won't. Now, this must never happen again, you hear me?” He demanded, staring deep into my eyes.

“Yes Sir,” I nearly moaned in response.

“Fuck!” He snarled and moved away from me, going towards the floor length window.

What was wrong with me? The guy wants nothing to do with me and yet, my body was demanding and begging for his touch in whatever form. I needed to get a grip on myself.

“Can I go now, Sir?” I squeaked. My voice sounded like a dying rat because I was scared and turned on at the same time. I didn't understand it anymore and I was done trying to. I was just grateful he wasn't relieving me of my job and instead making sure I didn't go sniffing his underwear again or anything creepier; like the insane urge to watch him take a shower.

That's it, I'm losing it completely.

“When you look at me like that, all I want to do is pump your mouth full of my cum,” he said, letting out a frustrated groan.

I was at a loss for words. Did he want me or not? He was blowing hot and cold, his words saying one thing and his eyes and body saying something else.

“I'm sorry sir, I'll be out of your hair now,” I said and got up from the chair to leave.

“Wait!” He commanded, halting my steps.

I turned around to look at him. He was wearing the black shirt and pants I'd selected for him without a tie and the tiny peep of his chest had all my attention. I wanted more than anything to remove every piece of clothing on him and just take in the view.

But I was done wanting something I shouldn't have so I turned around after his prolonged silence to escape this lair of confusion and lust.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and drew me to his sculpted body, my tense back to his chest.

His hands went to my hardened nipples, a moan escaping my lungs as he played with it.

“When your boss asks you to wait Aria, you fucking wait!” He growled in my ear as he pin

ched them, the pleasure and pain making my pussy weep.

I guess I wasn't the only confused one here.