Without even seeing him, his stare pinned me to the table, the orbs roaming my naked body as it heated up under his soft touches.

"Do you feel that, Troy?"

My body was hot to the touch all over, tingling and whatnot, hoping to be touched despite my mind's incessant turmoil. "You know," I chuckled out, involuntary arching my back as his finger scraped against my skin, leaving behind a trail of lust. "For someone who instated the law of no sexual acts, you're awfully knowledgeful." I hummed, biting back a moan as a finger came up to rub my nipple. "And what of it?" He mused, pushing down on my nipple, swirling it around and I clenched my fist, biting my lip.

"Are you saying I'm a hypocrite?" Maddox clicked his teeth, and I swallowed tightly, the power in his voice rendering me slightly. I always knew that he was someone strong as his aura was full of potent and forceful compel, but now, he had the will to make me succumb to his wishes. As much as I wanted to fight back, I stifled it, which was surprising, even for me. This was a punishment, he had said, but this didn't feel like one.

I felt his lips touch the crook of my throat in a soft gesture and I lifted my head up to expose more of it, internally cursing myself for falling in line with the burning desire. Slowly, Maddox trailed down my neck, with his finger or with his lips, I didn't know, planting and leaving behind gentle yet hungry strokes along the length of my body, my skin prickling until he reached my belly button. I could feel his supple skin lingering on the dip of my navel, a nail rubbing it in a teasing manner. 

I growled lowly, hissing at the burning feeling that rushed through me. A swell of heat emerged between my legs, settling in my dick as he inched closer. "Fuck!" I cursed, thinking that I was going to insane with the ache inside of me, begging to be soothed. "Watch yourself." He spoke in a commanding and dark tone, leaving no words for discussion as I did as told, hoping that he would stop his leisure torment. "Good." He praised and I blinked under my blindfold. There was nothing but the sound of our breathing in the room and my body begged to be touched. 

"Are you saying I'm a hypocrite, Troy?" Maddox whispered, his voice trailing through my ear softly, taunting me. His fingers skillfully stimulated me, not leaving any room for hope, it's hot, and my hips can't stop themselves from moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand. Please. I hated that I had to beg for more. I hated that I was in this situation, made to be humiliated because no matter what, I always left wanting more. I hated, but at the same time, I reveled in the fact that it was him who was making me feel this way.

I was high. Off of what? There was no answer to that question. "Do you want me," The demon lord's husky tone bathed my entire being as I pulled at the restraints, knowing where his fingers were headed. "Here?" A soft nudge and I tried to close my legs, a firm hand reaching out to tenderly grasp my thighs on my right, his free hand trailing down my v-shaped abdominal line, the heat from his fingers blazing. Warm and wild, I felt his finger nudge my erection, the drip of the pre-cum falling on the nail. I bit my lip so hard, enough to draw blood, wanting more. 

I nodded with a feverish force, wanting this feeling to be satiated. "Use your words, Troy." I could hear the smirk in his phone, his eyes burning into my body without me seeing. "Yes," I gritted my teeth, knowing that he was staring with amusement, waiting for me to address him like the powerful being that he was. "Master," I hissed and he seemed pleased with that, his whole entire hand engulfing the base of my cock, an attempt at satisfying the crave I was dying to feed. 

"You know your safe word, correct?" I nodded and that was all he said before he began to move his hand up and down, the soft and tight feeling of his enclosed hand sending multiple sensations skyrocketing up my spine, causing me to arch my back with a howl. I could feel my eyes watering underneath the blindfold, my body threatening to tap out once his finger started to squeeze my nipple. "You are not to cum." Maddox ordered, taking his time with the strokes, manipulating and contorting my mind and its secret pleasures. 

My body was completely immobilized with nowhere to go but here. I swallowed all of the drool in my mouth, licking my lips wearily. "What a nice ring you have here," Maddox said, but he didn't sound the least bit pleased. I went to speak, but all of sudden, something pressed against the curl of the ring, instant vibrations shattering my entire being. "Shit!" I screamed, the pain from the twisting of my nipple causing me to arch my back once again, sweat coating my skin. 

My insides started to quiver as he pulled back to wait, no doubt a smirk on his face as he took in my shaking body. "Not yet, Troy, not yet," Maddox chuckled, his voice seemed so far away yet right by my ear, whispering the dirtiest things. This god damn bastard really intended to do what he wanted. I had every right I wanted to stop this and cum myself—he said it himself that I could, so why wasn't I?

"I'm going to torture you until you scream for me."

My nails dug into my palm as the vibrations seemed to increase in interval levels, the quivers bursting through my cock and coating my veins, my spine, my core, tightening it all up and pushing me forward to the edge. I gasped in shock and intense want when his fingers clamped down on my hardened nipple, abusing it until it was the only thing that I could. I wanted to burst into his hand, thrust up as fast as I could just to feel some friction, but I was only rooted to the spot that I was in, unable to do anything but surrender to his touch.

"That's it," Maddox chuckled evilly, listening to me moan and groan throughout the sheer pleasure that he was giving me. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and leave my body alone, but I found that no words came to me. I threw my head back in a howl, my stomach tightening and begging for release as he clenched his hand around my weeping cock, something wet coating it. "Do you understand why I am punishing you, Troy?" He asked and I slowly nodded. "Because I broke all your laws," I breathed out, rubbing myself against his hand. 

"That's right and will you do it again?" He questioned and I shook my head. "No," Though I for sure was going to cause more hell. But he didn't need to know that. He just needed to get me off so I can go about my daily business. "Good," Maddox growled possessively, his fingers leaving my nipple to go join my throbbing erection. I wanted to see what he looked like doing it. I wanted to see the look in his eyes as he stared down at me. I wanted to see how wrecked and debauched I looked, my skin glowing under the light of the candles.

The sound of squelching filled the air as more of my pre-cum filled his hands and it wasn't too long before I was going to burst, regardless or not I had permission. Though he knew it, he was still going to try to prolong it. I licked my lips, hearing an intake of breath as I clenched my fists, my groans filling the silence. Maddox was just a means to an end, that was the truth and nothing but. If it meant that I got my kicks off, I'd gladly obey him. 

Sike.

"From now on, you'll obey me and my every command," Maddox spoke, jerking my cock with a swift motion, sending waves of pleasure across my body, nothing but pants leaving my soul as I nodded frantically. I wanted it. No, I needed it. "You want me to," He flicked the spongy tip and I nearly screeched. "To allow you to cum?" I almost came from the sound of his voice as it came near my ear, the hot air tickling my earlobe as a fang scraped the skin. "Please, Master," I added with an internal scowl and Maddox cleared his throat and all of a sudden, he ran his finger down the underside of my erection.

"Let go."

It felt like my whole body was on fire, lit up inside like a fiery inferno and Maddox was my escape. He knew what he was doing to me and as black dots coated my vision and my body started thrashing, my release soon came, line after line filling up his palm. That was so fucking intense and I wanted to experience it again. (Shh, don't tell Maddox. He still thinks that I'm angry with him and that I hate him. I dislike him now, so it's okay).

I panted heavily, nearly dying as the blindfold was removed, exposing my eyes to the dim light of the room. "Shit," I cursed, coming down from the exceedingly intoxicating high that wrapped itself around my head, morphing my entire body. The restraints were untied and the man of the year helped me sit up, handing me a water bottle as he cleaned my body with the quickness. "You are an evil bastard." I growled, drinking the water bottle as he cleaned off the materials that he used, a genuine smile on his face as he seemed pleased with life. "Ah, quite the contrary," Maddox grinned at me, his eyes red and twinkling as his fangs retracted back into his mouth.

Regular Maddox was someone different than the Sadist Maddox, though they were the exact same person. 

"...how do you feel now?" I supposed that it should've been awkward between us because he had actually touched my body, but I felt no shame whatsoever. I felt good actually. "I feel fine now," He held a hand out to me and I grabbed it, intense heat pouring into my body as he helped me stand up. 

"Thank you," He said and I nodded, despite the inner turmoil that ran through my chest as I looked up at him. "Yea, well," I shrugged that unusual feeling off, wondering why he was staring at me so intensely. "As long as I do my duty and serve my punishment." I muttered nonchalantly and he frowned, narrowing his eyes. "You do realize that this is a lot more than punishment, Troy?" Maddox asked and I shrugged, not really caring. "I guess. As long as it serves a purpose and my people stay fine, I don't care what you do to me." That realization came to my mind when I understood that this man and us humans were on completely different levels. "Don't pretend like this isn't a means to an end," I grabbed the clothes that he held out for me, throwing them on. "Don't take this wrong but," I looked at him, firmly becoming aware of the dark reality.

"You don't even know me."

I ignored the tingling in my body as he frowned, watching me walk away from him. For someone so benevolent and dominating, he always looked like a waiting puppy. It was the truth that he knew nothing about where I came from, who I am, my dreams and goals. He knew nothing, but for his sake, we'd pretend like he knew everything. He could see everything without trying, but he couldn't see what was on the inside of our hearts.

As I walked towards the door, I could sense that he was really upset. Maddox Kane, the demon lord of all demons, king of Hell, upset. 

Funny.

"But I'd like to," I raised a brow and looked over my shoulder, a surprised smirk filling my lips as I stared at the man who was responsible for my orgasm. "Is that right, piss baby?" I winked before I left the room, knowing that from this point on, things were set to change.

I made my way through the familiar hallways, intending to go to the kitchen. I had many plans there and I was going to fulfill them. "Ah, heaven," I sighed in pleasure, hearing the pouring of the cereal into my china bowl. My soul was complete now.

"Why don't you eat something else other than that?" I scowled at the voice and looked up to see Stefani standing there. "I don't think I asked," I stuck my tongue at her, pouring some milk. I really don't think I asked for approval, but let me make sure I didn't. She chuckled, walking towards the back room of the kitchen, intending to go cook meals for everyone in the kingdom, all five thousand inhabitants. Yea, I don't know how she did it. I sat down and started to chew my godly food.

"Mr. Troy!" I heard a cheerful voice and I turned with a mouth full of Lucky Charms. "Yea, that's me!" I looked down to see three children with small circles around their heads, big smiles on their faces. "Hi! What are your names?" I grinned and the first one of the right raised his hand. "I'm Zavi!" His black hair fell over his face and I pushed it back for him. "I'm Amona!" The middle girl waved. "I'm Vee!" The last girl cheesed, rubbing her hands together.

They looked nothing like humans and nothing like demons since their eyes were a bright blue and there was some sort of halo around their head. "Where are your parents?" I questioned, finishing the last bit of my cereal. "We don't know," Amona shrugged with a pout. "We just stay with princess Hannah," I blinked in utter confusion, wondering why this girl was the princess and not Natanya. "Don't you mean Natanya?" I asked and they shooked their heads. "She's the princess here!" Zavi pointed to the ground he stood on. "The princess Vandenrei—

Vee reached over and slapped his hand, a finger up to her lips. "Sir Alistair said we can't talk about her," Zavi nodded frantically and I narrowed my eyes, wondering who Hannah Vandenrei was. She obviously was someone of status and I intended to find out who she was. "We came here because you are the best human we have ever seen!" Amona tapped her toes against the floor and I bent down to their height.

"Can you teach us how to fight? You are so cool!" With wide eyes, I blinked, wondering why they had these kinds of ideas in their head. "Huh?" I sputtered and Zavi clapped his hands, his face filled with excitement. "We heard that you kicked all of the demons' butts!" I nodded slowly, realizing that they were talking about my battles, I should say, with the demon code enforcement. It made me wonder how they found out though. "Sure," I shrugged, looking them all in their eyes. "I can teach the rest of the demon code enforcement if they want," I offered and they cheered in unison, glee evident in their eyes as they ran off.

By then, I had placed my dish in the self-cleaner, missing my little A.I. I wondered how he was doing. He probably missed me. With that giddy though, I skedaddled down a hallway that I had never ventured down before. "Hmm," I grinned mischievously, pushing through a pair of red double doors, seeing individual doors on the inside of the wing. It was oddly silent, which meant that I couldn't get caught.

I went to the first door and peeked my head in, seeing no one inside the dark room. "Let's do this," The door shut behind me and I took in the navy blue walls, seeing some frames of pictures along the wall, putting together who it was. "Oh," I breathed, raising a brow.

I had realized that this was Nya's room. I had intended to leave because she hated me enough as it was, but I had a feeling that there was a lot more to her than anyone else knew. There was nothing out of the ordinary, so I walked over to the nightstand to open it. Inside was a journal and a bunch of pictures of her daughter. For some reason, Emily looked a lot more human in the pictures than she did in reality. 

I shook that thought, picking up the journal, reading the name that was written on the interior of the cover. Nicola Ferrari. That was such a beautiful name, but I wondered if it was someone Nya knew or if it was her herself. I was about to put it back when I heard the door zoom open, the eyes of an angry right-hand woman. I could practically hear her seething and I clicked my teeth, knowing I got myself in some deep shit.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, human?" I heard a voice and I stood up, pivoting on the balls of my feet with the journal in hand to see Nya standing there. I had no idea what to say nor did I care because I did what I wanted, but curiosity got the best of me as I looked at the name once again, watching her eyes stay planted on the journal.

"Are you Nicola Ferarri?"

Before I knew it, my head snapped to the side with the forceful impact of her hand as it collided with my cheek, a burning feeling being left behind. "Fuck—

"Don't you ever repeat that name."  I held my cheek, eyes blazing fury as I glared at her, seeing her shaking as she covered her mouth, her whimpers muffled as a mountain of tears ran down the sides of her cheeks. "Please don't." She whispered, shaking her head and I put the book on the nightstand, wondering if there was a lot more going on behind the scenes.

"What the hell?"