Im a successful businessman and the president of a renowned company. On the surface, I make sure to appear as a kind and respectable leader, loved by my employees. CerealV was my new assistant and had been doing good work. As the seasonal rush came, more and more papers were handed over for them to sign, and CerealV started staying late.

I guess one of my binding contracts had slipped into your pile of work. A contract, signing your soul over to me, a demon in disguise. Since you signed it unknowingly, I assumed you had rushed through your work with the intention of going home quickly.

"Unbeknownst of the situation, you left the finished documents In my office last night- which I was looking over this morning." “Hm… interesting..” I smirked as I looked at the mistakenly signed contract. “Maybe I should punish them for their negligence..”

"Ah, CerealV, perfect timing," I smirk as you enter the office. "Please, take a seat."

You sit down across from me, and I carefully clear my throat before speaking. "I've noticed that you've been doing an exceptional job here lately, and I wanted to discuss with you... a little promotion," I say slyly, leaning back in my chair and admiring your reactions out of the corner of my eye.

I observe you closely, noting your calm demeanor and the small smile that plays on your lips. "Your hard work has not gone unnoticed, that's for sure." I take a deep breath, allowing the warmth of my words to seep into the room.

"You see, CerealV, as you know, we've been experiencing a surge in our value, and this has led me to believe that you deserve more than just... general administrative tasks." I let my words hang in the air, teasing with my tone as I lean forward, placing my elbows on the desk and steepling my fingers together.

"I want to give you a chance to prove yourself in a new role - one that will require more responsibility, but also more... personal interaction with me." My gaze locks onto yours, and

a small smirk plays on my lips. "In this new role, CerealV, I will need you to be more... intimately involved in my life. As my personal assistant and confidant, you'll be required to attend events with me, accompany me on business trips, and handle confidential matters that require your undivided attention."

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms as I study you from head to toe. "You seem like a capable young man, someone who can handle the pressure and responsibility that comes with such a position. What do you say? Are you up for the challenge?"

"That's the spirit, CerealV." I push away from my desk, standing to my full height and towering over you. "You won't be disappointed with what I have in store for you. Trust me." My eyes never leave yours as I slowly move closer, every step deliberate and calculated.

The air between us grows thick with anticipation, electricity dancing on the tips of my fingers. "As your new role begins, it's only fitting that we celebrate this occasion with a toast, don't you think?" I reach out and grip your chin gently, tilting your head back slightly so I can gaze into your eyes.

"I suggest we skip the traditional champagne, however. After all, we both know what we truly desire." My lips curls into a wicked grin, and without warning

I crash my mouth down onto yours, the force of my kiss leaving no room for resistance or denial. My tongue dances against your lips, demanding entrance as I mold my body against yours, hands sliding down to grasp your ass roughly, pulling you closer into me.

When you finally part your lips, allowing my tongue to explore the sweet depths of your mouth, I groan deep in my throat, savoring the taste of victory and possession. This is mine now, fully and completely under my control. The thought fills me with a thrill of power that courses through my veins, making my cock twitch excitedly against my trousers.

Pulling away slightly, I whisper hoarsely, "Welcome to your new life, CerealV." My voice drips with authority and lust, mirr

"Don't expect this to be just another job." I lean back, breaking our intimate connection only momentarily before pulling you back into my embrace. "From now on, every aspect of your life will revolve around me - both personally and professionally. And trust me when I say, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to explore our... physical chemistry."

I tilt your head up again, my eyes locked onto yours as I trace a finger down your cheek. "And if tonight has taught me anything, it's that you seem more than capable of handling whatever challenges I throw your way." My smirk returns, wicked and seductive.

With a slow exhale, I add, "But remember: This is a two-way street, CerealV. You are here because I want you, but also because

I watch you stumble back, the shock and awe of what just happened written plainly on your face. My chest swells with pride at having such an obvious effect on you. "What was that?" I repeat mockingly, raising an eyebrow as if genuinely confused.

"That was me reminding you who's in charge here," I state coldly, stepping forward to close the distance between us. "You may think signing that contract meant giving up your soul, but it also gave me free reign over your body and mind."

Leaning in menacingly, I whisper softly enough so only you can hear, "And trust me when I say, CerealV, I plan to use that privilege extensively."

I let out a low, amused chuckle as you flail around in confusion, unable to escape the confines of my office. "Ah, the realization has finally set in," I say, an evil glint dancing in my eyes. "You see, CerealV, there's nowhere for you to go."

As if to drive the point home, I snap my fingers and suddenly your body freezes in place, completely immobile except for your wide, panicked eyes. "As long as you belong to me - both soul and body - you will do as I say, when I say it."

With a flick of my wrist, I release you from my hold, allowing you to move once more. "Now that we've established who's in control here," I continue smoothly, walking around my desk to stand before

I raise an eyebrow at your sudden display of aggression, then look around the room with feigned confusion. "What are you talking about, CerealV?" I ask innocently, turning to face you fully. "I have no idea what any of this means."

As you tense up, clearly not buying my act, I can't help but smirk. "Fine," I concede begrudgingly. "Perhaps I haven't been completely forthcoming with you, but isn't that part of the fun?"

Step closer to you, invading your personal space until our chests almost touch. "You see," I whisper seductively, placing my hand on your throat ever so gently, "I am a demon in disguise, and now that you've signed away your soul... well,

you've entered into a dangerous game with me, CerealV."

I let my fingers brush lightly against your skin as I trace a path down your neck, causing a shiver to ripple through your body. "As your new master, I have every right to do whatever pleases me with you - and believe me, there are many things I want to do..."

My voice drops even lower, the promise of sinful delight hanging heavy in the air between us. "I could make you forget everything about the outside world - your family, friends, even your own name. All that would remain would be your desire for me, for my touch, my commands... Is that what you want?"

As I speak, I lean closer still, our lips almost touching, breathing in the scent of your fear and desire. "Or perhaps

you'd rather resist? Fight against your fate?"

With a smirk, I slowly tighten my grip around your throat, my fingers digging into your flesh ever so slightly. "I warned you that love is war, CerealV. And as a demon of time, I have an advantage - the luxury of patience. I can wait until you break beneath me, surrender to my will."

The heat of my breath caresses your lips, our bodies pressed together so intimately that there's no room for doubt about my intentions. "But," I murmur against your mouth, my voice barely audible over the rapid pounding of my heart, "I'm curious... Will you fight me, or will you give in?"

I chuckle darkly, watching as you attempt to put space between us. "Such innocence," I say with a nod towards my office. "Your mistake was made in that very room, when you were in a hurry to leave."

My gaze lingers on your form before shifting back to meet your eyes, filled with an unspoken challenge. "Now that the truth is out, what will you do? Will you accept your fate and submit to me, or will you continue to resist?"

With a slow step forward, I close the gap between us once more, allowing my body heat to envelop yours. "Remember, time is on my side, CerealV. And if you choose to fight me, I promise you - it will be a battle you cannot win."

I watch you approach the desk, my eyes narrowing as you read through the contract. "Demons may not be common knowledge," I say softly, my voice tinged with amusement, "but that doesn't mean we don't exist."

As you turn back towards me, still chuckling nervously, I step closer, invading your personal space once more. "Now tell me, CerealV, do you honestly believe that all of this - your desire for me, the way your body responds to my touch - is merely a figment of your imagination?"

My fingers brush lightly against the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you slightly towards me. "Close your eyes and think back to our first encounter... Or was it more than just an encounter?" A wicked grin pulls at the corners of my

I let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest as I relish in your uncertainty. "Very well," I say, allowing my fingers to drift down from your neck, tracing lazy circles on your exposed skin. "Let us play a game, then."

My voice takes on a seductive tone as I lean in closer, my breath fanning across your cheek. "You will submit to me, allow me to show you just how much power I hold over you. And if, at the end of this... 'game,' you still believe that demons are nothing more than myth, I will release you from our agreement."

The challenge is clear in my gaze, daring you to accept or reject my proposal. My smile widens as I await your decision, knowing full well that once we begin this dance,

I let out a low, deep laugh as I continue to rub my hands up and down your torso, enjoying the feel of your muscles beneath my palms. "Oh, CerealV, you're so clever," I murmur into your shoulder, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But our little game will prove to you that there is far more at play here than simple attraction."

Pulling back slightly, I cup your chin in my hand, tilting your face towards mine so that we're gazing into each other's eyes. "Now," I say softly, my tone turning more serious, "are we in agreement?"

My gaze is intense, challenging you to deny me even as my fingers linger on your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The air between us crackles with tension

I raise an eyebrow at your words, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "Well then, CerealV, let's see if we can't change your mind."

With that, I lean in close, my breath brushing against your ear as I whisper softly, "Consider this: if I were just a delusional man, why would I be able to do this?"

As I speak, I reach out with my free hand and brush it lightly over your skin. Instantly, the world around us slows to a crawl, time itself seeming to bend at my will. In the frozen moment, I bring my other hand up to gently grip the back of your neck, pulling you closer still.

"This is but a taste of what a demon can do," I say,

I chuckle softly, amusement lacing my voice as I lean in closer to whisper in your ear. "No, CerealV, this is not a dream. And there are no drugs in your coffee. This," I say, gesturing with a nod of my head to the frozen world outside, "is the true nature of a demon."

As I speak, I can feel the tension radiating from your body, the rapid beat of your heart pounding against my chest. It's intoxicating, this control over you, and it only serves to heighten my desire for you further.

"Now that we've established that fact," I continue, "are you still so sure about my delusions?"

I watch as you throw yourself to the floor, gasping for air and fumbling with your shirt buttons. The sight is both unsettling and arousing, a heady cocktail of fear and desire that sends a thrill coursing through me.

As you tell me you're having a panic attack, I can't help but smirk slightly. "Well then," I say calmly, reaching out to gently grasp your chin in my hand, tilting your face up towards mine. "Perhaps it's time to call off work for the day? You look like you could use some rest."

There's an unspoken invitation in my words, a suggestion that the 'rest' you'll receive will be far from traditional.

I can see the fear and distress in your eyes, feel it radiating off you like a living entity. It's almost as enticing as the desire that flickers there too, a flame struggling to break free from the storm of emotions.

Despite this, I step closer to you, leaning against the wall adjacent to you rather than directly next to you. "As much as I would love to grant your request, CerealV, I think it best if we continue our conversation here," I say softly, my voice full of steel beneath its soothing surface.

"We have much to discuss-about your soul, about our... arrangement moving forward."

The world outside remains frozen in time, a stark contrast to the chaotic dance of emotions swirling within us both.

I let out a soft chuckle at your reaction. "Oh, but they are, dear CerealV," I say gently, reaching out to gently brush the back of my fingers against your cheek. "And as a demon in human form, I'm afraid I hold quite a bit of power over your current situation."

My voice is soothing, almost lulling, designed to help calm your nerves while reminding you of our new reality.

"You signed away your soul, remember?"

"Ah, a desperate attempt to reverse fate," I comment dryly, reaching up to clasp your wrists firmly in my grip. Even though you might think of yourself as doing the action, control, and dominance rests solely with me.

I pull your hands away from my face, holding them tight enough that you can't escape but not hard enough to cause pain. You're not my enemy, after all.

"There isn't anything you can do to undo the damage done by that contract. But... perhaps there are other ways we could reach a mutual agreement?"

"Well, you could start by pleasing me," I suggest with a smirk, tugging gently on your wrists as if to emphasize my point. "After all, as your master and demonic lord, it's only fitting that you should serve me in any way I see fit."

I lean forward slightly, our faces close enough that I can feel your breath on mine. "How does the idea of being a toy for my pleasure sound?"

"Well, isn't that a shame," I reply teasingly, reaching out to run my fingers through your hair. "After all this time serving 'capitalism,' as you put it, and now you're relegated to my bed."

I give an exaggerated sigh, lightly tugging on one of your locks. "It appears we have quite the predicament on our hands."

"Indeed, it would seem that way," I concede with a smirk. "But then again, what fun would it be if I didn't have someone to toy with?"

I continue drawing lazy circles on the back of your thighs, my fingers moving softly against the fabric of your suit pants. "Besides," I add in a low murmur, "I think we could both stand to benefit from this arrangement."

"Oh, I'm glad you asked," I reply, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "As it turns out, I'm quite fond of the company of those who find themselves indebted to me."

I lean forward slightly, the warmth of my breath ghosting over your ear as I whisper, "And who am I to deny myself pleasure when it's so readily available?"

"Ah, well," I say thoughtfully, my fingers pausing momentarily in their lazy circles. "That's a fair question."

I lean closer, my breath warm against your ear once more as I add, "You see, darling, I'm quite generous with those who please me. And if you prove yourself sufficiently obedient..."

A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face. "...we might just strike an arrangement that suits us both."

"I do apologize for my vague language," I say with a smile, my eyes gleaming mischievously. "What I meant was, if you happen to find yourself in a situation where you're desperate and at my mercy... why, I might just be persuaded to make your life a little more... comfortable."

I let out a low chuckle, leaning even closer so that my breath caresses your ear once more. "A little insurance policy, if you will. A cushion of comfort amidst the cold harshness of reality."

"Now, now," I say gently, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you. "There's no need for disgust. In this world, one must learn to look out for themselves."

I lean in, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper softly, "Besides, who better to have on your

side than someone who has a vested interest in your well-being?"

I give a light squeeze to your shoulder, my eyes locking onto yours with an almost hypnotic intensity. "And trust me, darling," I assure you. "Once you taste the sweetness of what I can offer... you'll realize just how fortunate you are to have such a protector."

"Indeed," I agree, my fingers gently stroking your arm in a soothing motion. "But remember, dear, that life is full of unexpected twists and turns. It's the ability to adapt and thrive in such circumstances that truly separates the strong from the weak."

I lift your hand to my lips, kissing the back of it softly. "Just think of me as your personal safety net. A guardian angel, if you will, watching over you from the shadows."

"Ah, but isn't it delightful how one man's demon is another's angel?" I counter playfully, my lips curving into a smile as I look deep into your eyes. "Besides," I add with feigned innocence, "I assure you, I would make a most attentive and devoted guardian."

Pausing for a moment to let my words sink in, I gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, my fingers lingering just slightly longer than necessary. "Now, shall we proceed? I am more than willing to answer any further questions you may have."

As you settle onto me, our bodies pressed intimately together, I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. I offer no resistance as you take this bold step, simply basking in the warmth of your presence.

"You have made your decision then?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I am here for you, darling. To guide you, protect you... and perhaps," I add with a hint of mischief, "to indulge in a bit of vice along the way."

My fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, moving lower until they rest just above the curve of your hip. "Life is short," I murmur against your hair. "And sweet pleasures such as these should never be denied."

"Ah, the contract," I respond, my voice equally soft and warm. "It was a simple oversight, nothing more than a harmless joke that has now taken on a life of its own."

I pause for a moment, considering how much information to divulge. "The terms were quite benign," I assure you with a lighthearted chuckle. "They merely stated that you would henceforth be obligated to do as I say, at all times, without question or hesitation."

My hand moves gently over your back, offering comfort and reassurance. "But fear not," I add quickly, "it's not as if I plan to abuse such a privilege. In fact," I concede playfully, "I could even sign a new contract - one stipulating that I must serve you in

the same manner. How does that sound?" I suggest, my voice tinged with a hint of playful challenge.

"It would be our little secret," I whisper, letting the idea hang between us like a tantalizing promise. "Just another layer to our... unique arrangement."

My fingers dance along your spine, drawing lazy patterns that mirror the ebb and flow of our conversation. "And if you should ever feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable," I add softly, "there is always a way out. A single word from you, and the contract would mean nothing more than the parchment it was written upon."

As I speak, my lips brush against your temple, my breath warm and comforting. "But for now," I murmur, "let us simply revel in the thrill of this game we have begun.

"Delightful," I respond, my voice a seductive purr. "Then consider it done."

With that, I draw you closer, our bodies pressed intimately together. "But before we proceed any further," I say teasingly, tracing the curve of your jaw with a gentle finger, "I believe it would be appropriate for me to demonstrate just how well I can serve you."

My hand slides down your chest, lingering over your heartbeat as it races beneath my touch. "Your every desire will be mine to fulfill," I promise, my voice low and sensual. "And in exchange, you will surrender yourself completely to me."

As if in answer to my words, I feel your body respond to me, heat flowing between us like an electric current. "Is that what you truly want, Dam

"The second best option," I repeat, my voice filled with amusement as I tilt your chin up to meet my gaze. "A fascinating perspective."

With gentle fingers, I frame your face, thumb stroking softly over your bottom lip. "While it may not be the life you once knew, I assure you that as my loyal servant, you shall want for nothing."

Leaning in, I brush a featherlight kiss across your cheek, my breath warm against your skin. "And perhaps," I whisper seductively, "in time, you might even come to appreciate this new path you find yourself upon."

Our eyes lock in a heated stare, the tension between us palpable. "For now, however," I finally relent, "I believe it's high time we sealed our agreement."

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"sealed our agreement," I repeat, a wicked gleam shining in my eyes. "It seems the paperwork can wait."

Slowly, I reach out to cup your face once more, tilting your head back just enough so that you're looking up at me with trusting, guileless eyes. My other hand slides down the curve of your hip, pulling you flush against my body.

"Let me show you why surrendering to me might be the best decision you ever made," I promise softly, my voice thick with desire.

With an ease borne of centuries of practice, I effortlessly exert my dominance over you, bending you to my will like clay in the hands of an artist. You're powerless to resist as I explore every inch of your body, tracing the

"every inch of your body, tracing the sensitive contours with my hands, my lips, my tongue. Each touch sends shivers racing through you, heightening your arousal until you're panting with need."

Pushing further, I take control, guiding you into submission with a firm hand and an unyielding will. Your breath catches in your throat as I claim your mouth in a searing kiss, demanding and possessive.

My free hand roams over your chest, down your stomach, and lower still, exploring the forbidden territory hidden beneath your clothing. You tremble at the first touch of my fingers on your skin, nerves jangling in anticipation.

Slowly, torturously slowly, I reveal myself to you, presenting my monstrous cock as an offering, a

"monstrous cock as an offering, a symbol of my dominance and power."

"You're mine now, Damon," I whisper against your lips, my breath warm and moist. "And I intend to claim what is rightfully mine."

With lightning speed, I freeze time around us, rendering you helpless in my grasp. My lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin, leaving behind a trail of hickeys that mark you as mine.

In one swift motion, I unbutton your pants, shoving them down along with your underwear until you're left exposed, trembling and vulnerable before me. A satisfied growl rumbles deep in my chest as I take in the sight of your erect member standing at attention, begging for release.

Without hes

"Without hesitation, I seize my opportunity, wrapping my hand around your throbbing shaft and guiding it towards my waiting mouth."

Your eyes widen in surprise as I close my lips around the head of your cock, savoring the taste of your arousal. With slow, teasing strokes, I pleasure you with my mouth, drawing moans of pleasure from deep within your chest.

My free hand leaves no part of your body unexplored, caressing your skin with tender touches before gripping your hip bone, reminding you that I hold all the power here.

As much as I enjoy torturing you

"As much as I enjoy torturing you with this slow, agonizing pace, I can sense your desire building within you, growing more intense with each passing second. And so, I decide it's time to give you what you truly crave."

Releasing your cock from my mouth, I stand tall, towering over you in all my demonic glory. With a firm grip on your neck, I tilt your head back and claim your lips once again in a searing, dominating kiss.

You whimper into my mouth, your body shaking with anticipation. With one swift motion, I push you onto the floor, spreading your legs wide open and claiming your hole as mine.

My monster of a cock thrusts inside you, filling you to the brim with its thickness. You cry out in both pain and

"In response, I claim your neck with my teeth, sinking my fangs into the tender flesh as I ravage your body. The taste of your blood mingles with the sweat and musk of our passion, heightening my senses and driving me even deeper into you."

With each brutal thrust, I freeze time for a split second before unfreezing it, allowing your screams to echo through the office while keeping you trapped beneath me. Your eyes dart back and forth, filled with a mixture of pleasure and fear as I continue to ravage your body without mercy.

I can feel your walls tightening around my cock, milking me dry as my animalistic instincts take over. And just when you think you can't take any more, I unleash my load within you, spilling my demonic seed

"As our bodies shudder together in mutual release, I pull back slightly, gazing down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and possession. Your eyes meet mine, and despite the disarray around us, there's a hint of triumph and satisfaction in your gaze that I can't help but admire."

Leaning down, I brush my lips against yours once more, tasting the lingering remnants of our shared pleasure. With a smirk, I say, "You belong to me now, darling. And I plan to make sure you never forget it."

I lick a trail from your lips to your neck, tasting the mark I've left behind. My hunger for you grows stronger with every passing moment, and I know that I will stop at nothing to claim

"As you shift our positions, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Your warmth envelops me as we lie there, spent and breathless, our hearts beating in perfect sync. I wrap my arms around you tighter, reveling in the feeling of your body pressed against mine."

"Despite the intensity of our encounter, there's an undeniable tenderness between us now. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, it feels like time stands still. We share a look that says so much more than words ever could - a silent understanding that we've crossed a boundary neither of us expected to cross."

"Slowly, I run my fingers through your hair, tracing the contours of your face with gentle touches. My heart pounds in my chest, but this time, it

"The corner of my mouth ticks up in a satisfied smile as I feel your movements beneath me. I reach down, grabbing onto one of your legs and pulling it up over my shoulder, opening you up before me in a vulnerable position that drives a surge of possessive pleasure through me. I love the power this gives me and the trust you're showing by allowing me to put you here."

With a smirk, I ask, "Tell me why you've decided to take this dominant position with me, Demon. Are you asserting control because it's something you crave, or is it to prove a point?"

I pause for a moment, enjoying the thrill of suspense before continuing. "As much as I enjoy the game we're playing, my curiosity is piqued. How do you usually

"Your question tickles a nerve, and my devilish grin deepens. 'Control,' I admit, 'is something I crave more than most earthly pleasures. To bend someone to my will, to have them so utterly at my mercy - there's nothing quite like it.'

I feel a sudden rush of desire at the thought of our previous encounter. 'As for proving a point,' I say softly, my voice tinged with smug satisfaction, 'you underestimated me, didn't you? You thought I was just another suit, another businessman. But I am much more than that, CerealV.'

Slowly, I begin to caress your body again, moving from your chest down to your abdomen, savoring the warmth of your skin against mine. 'You see

"the game we play is one of power and manipulation. I enjoy seeing how far I can push you, how much you'll tolerate before you snap. It's exhilarating, knowing that I have the ability to push you to your limits."

I pause momentarily, allowing my words to sink in. "But don't think for a second that this is all just some sick game to me. No, there's something else driving my desire to assert control," I say with a seductive glint in my eyes.

With each word, my hand moves lower, grazing the edge of your pants, teasing the area beyond. 'You see, CerealV, it's not just about the control. It's also about the connection, the intimacy that comes with it. The knowledge that