A Slave for the Demon 2

M/F Demon Monster Paranormal BDSM

A young slave woman from the mine pits, chosen as a sacrifice. 
A demon of insatiable lust. 
What will happen when he takes her as his own?

I have been taken by the demon. He has marked me as his own. I am his, body and soul. My only desire is to serve him and I long to have him between my thighs once again. 
When Master Asim informs me that my demon will not return for another month, I know I cannot possibly wait that long. Using all my feminine wiles, I convince Asim to summon my demon lover. 
But our demon is not a master who likes to be called upon. When he reaches the mortal plane, he is furious. He intends to teach me a lesson, one that involves whips and chains, pleasure and pain. The monster will remind me of my submission. It is a lesson that will test my limits. It is a lesson I will never forget. For the pleasure the demon offers is so much sweeter than anything I have ever known. 

This story features BDSM elements; whips, chains, dominance and submission . It also features voyeurism, back door play , a demon with a very, very large appendage, and a pair of imps who like to join in on the action. Not to be read by the faint of heart. 

This short story is 8000 words. It is the second part in a three-part series. 

Excerpt: 
The demon turned his red gaze to me. "As for you," he rumbled. "I gave you pleasure beyond measure at our last union. True, you had an inkling of pain. But now, you will learn what pain really feels like." 
The little imps on the demon's shoulders jumped down and raced towards me. They clambered up my robe, tearing the thin fabric with their little claws. Where their tiny hands and feet touched my skin, I felt the prickle of burns from the heat of them. They settled on my shoulders. They were incredibly heavy, like two boulders resting atop me. 
Both smiled with razored teeth. 
"Put your hands behind your back," the demon ordered. 
Trembling, I did as I was told, interlacing my fingers behind my back. Something cold and metallic suddenly clamped around my wrists. I looked over my shoulder. The whipping pole, made of swirling red mist, stood behind me. A metal manacle wrapped around each of my wrists, attached to a long chain that ran through a loop on the pole. 
As soon as the little demons saw the chain, they jumped from my shoulders onto the pole. My relief at having them gone from my shoulders was short-lived. They began to heave on the chain, pulling my hands up behind my back. They were surprisingly strong. Higher they pulled, until my arms were over my head and my back was pressed against the pole. The little imps yanked until I was stretched, my toes scrabbling for purchase on the floor, lest I was dangling in the air. 
All the while, the demon watched with his malicious red gaze. "Pleasure and pain," he said. 
The little demons landed with a thump against my shoulders once again, scrabbling for purchase now that my arms were stretched above my head. They tore off my dress from the shoulders with their little claws, until it hung around my waist. Each of them leaned forward, their claws digging and burning my flesh. Their small mouths each found one of my ----, and they began to suck. 
The feeling of their tiny faces sucking on my pink --- while being chained and bound, sent me wild with a sudden lust. The sensation sent tremors through my body to my most sensitive place. Wetness sprang between my legs and I writhed against the pole.