#dom!taylor

There were many perks to dating a demon...

No one ever knew her real face. Just you. The way her eyes darkened with lust. The way your life was wrapped around her finger for a deal you made long long ago when you were a teenager still. It had not come to fruition until you were eighteen. You asked for wealth. For everyone to know your name.

You got it all. People were almost killing each other for a chance to meet you. You were the talk of every gossip site every tabloid, people were obsessed with your music, like they couldn't physically not listen to you. And no one knew the reason behind your apparently fool-proof success.

It didn't matter what you sang. How your videos were. What crazy declaration you made. How many times you decided to rebrand yourself, switch genres, change stage name, change social media, go offline, disappear, come back, the second you got any music out people ate off the palm of your hands. You were the ruler of the world. No one could beat you.

Your numbers spoke for themselves. The way everyone cried about you, screamed, you were on everyone's tongues, bedroom walls, camera rolls... People even speculated, a lot of lunatics saying you had a deal with the devil. At first you dismissed them, always denying but eventually you began to play into it, agreeing, which made people start to question themselves. Maybe they were overreacting?

I know. Gaslighting the masses into thinking they were insane, when you were openly admitting for real to the exact thing they were accusing you of seemed dark. But you stopped caring a long time ago, five platinum albuns on multiple countries ago to be honest. If it had been when you just started, you'd deny it until you were out of air in your lungs. But now? You were too far above that, too untouchable for any of their critiques to matter.

You were almost... God.

But once you got home...? The story was completely different.

You had a lot of paying to do. Your soul was... one small part of the price you chose to pay for the rest of your mortal life for your dreams to come true.

"My queen...?" You asked, tentatively as you came into the big house on the hill, the skies outside dark, only brightening when you saw lightning strike. You soon spotted her, sat in her big ebony chair, her long slender legs crossed over one another as she eyed you up and down like prey You sighed, dropping to your knees, as you always did in front of her. At first it was what she commanded you to do, a subtle reminder that you would always be underneath her.

But now, after so many years of this dynamic, it felt like second nature. Snakes slithered all over the marble floor, many of which venomous, you could hear the screams of men in cells locked away begging for release. Her fingers tapped slowly and rhythmically on the arm of the chair as she watched you, her red lips slightly puckered as she tried to decide what would be your fate for the night.

''My puppet. You seem tired." Her words weren't a question. there was an undeniable coldness to her tone, one which you used to be scared of but it was also one of the sole reasons responsible for how insanely aroused you were for her. A few well placed pauses in her speech, the way her bifid tongue would slip past her lips leaving them to glisten was always enough to leave your clothes feeling like torture, and she knew.

Your head lulled from exhaustion, and she clicked her tongue mockingly before gesturing you to approach her. You knew better than to hesitate for a single second, she wasn't asking, it was an order. Her ringed fingers traced your hair slicking it back away from your weary face.

"You put too much effort into it again, didn't you."

"My queen, i-" You started but her hand covered your mouth and nose making you be unable to speak or breathe for a bit. She kept it up till you were a bit dizzy, and then when you were a bit more clouded in mind she withdrew her hand making a needy whine escape you.

"You don't have to work for a thing from them. only from me. Do i make myself clear?"

You were still reeling from the sudden rush of oxygen to your deprived mind. She knew every way to make your mind go blank, and she had not even used her powers yet. A snake trailed up your leg, and you could see the way Taylor's fingers were moving she was using her powers to control the animal. Intimidating you...

"If i tell you to stay still...?" She asked.

"i... s-st.. stay still." You said feeling the scaled against your skin you knew better than to move a single inch, your muscles twitched lightly as one of your lady's many pets made its way up your body, over your bare midriff...

"If i tell you to strip?" She added to her previous question. you almost cursed yourself for having picked such a revealing outfit for tonight's performance.

"i... strip.." Your words were breathy, laced with undeniable need. Everything about this was painful to you, the cold floor 'neath your bare soles, the scales of the reptilian crawling over you, Taylor's voice... you were surrounded by coldness and it was making your cells be brought to a level of heat that felt perilous. You couldn't think when everything felt so hot.

"Then do."

Her words were plain as day, leaving no margin for interpretation or doubt, You began to pluck away piece by piece of your clothes, exposing more and more of your skin, revealing goosebumps the fabrics hd kept hidden away from her prying eyes. The blue in them slowly began to turn into something darker, until all there was to them was a deep darkness which made you whimper.

The snake crawled from your arm to Taylor's as the demoness reached her arm to touch the pet. You moaned- stammering at the loss of contact, you needed something, anything at this point...

''You are so pathetic, thinking you're the one calling shots here."

"My queen, no- y-you are the one who controls everything"

"Damn right I do. I control everything. The snakes. The lust. Their thoughts. Your career. Your life. You."

You froze as you felt her nails rubbing against your abdomen... they were sharp and left red trails against your skin which burned. You rolled your hips trying to hint to her you desired her only for your face to be hit with a sharp slap.

''M-my- my lady?" You asked with a watery voice which made her scoff.

"how fucking ridiculous can you be. Crying? Because i won't please you? Is this what you've come down to? God you're weak."

"You're perfect- you'- you're everything. I'm nothing-"

"Say it again..."

You sighed, looking at her eyes, as much as it was tempting to let your gaze fall to her linear figure and the way her red dress hugged every last inch of her curves, you forced yourself to leave your eyes up there, respectfully.

"I'm nothing. You're everything. You're the queen and i'm a puppet."

Another slap hit your face and you let out a surprised yelp, but didn't pull away from the sudden impact.

"I didn't tell you to stop, doll... You do that when i say."

"i'm your plaything. I'm.. Without you i'd be a nobody. i.. am a nobody. I am... an object, you're the life i have."

"keep it up..." She coaxed you, her fingers lowering perilously further south, until they met your nub, which she began to rub in a slow tantalizing way, as you continued to praise her and remind yourself time and again of how she was the only reason you were as big as you were. It was about her, not you.

Your wetness kept increasing, coating her fingers as she continued to expertly stimulate the bundle of nerves making your body quake and tremble, eyes foggy and unable to focus on anything as your mind was now fully in autopilot. You began to ride her hand, and for once she allowed you so long as you continued to worship her for the 'favors' she's done for you.

I guess even demons want some gratitude from time to time.

"I need you- For everything- if i don't- you are the one in control, i'm- i need you. i can't do it without you because i'm just-"

"You're a stupid piece of beautiful mortality and dreams. It's I who knows better and knows how to get you there. in every sense." She said, and her words sounded very ambiguous, maybe a double entendre, or maybe the fact you weren't sure if that was meant as praise, an insult or even an attempt at comfort. you were too overstimulated as your second orgasm washed over you and her fingers slid inside your slit, pumping in and out of you in a steady pace for you to care.

"t-too- TOO MUCH- FUCK NO- FUCK. shit. Master-" You started to cuss, unable to keep the words from leaving your lips. It was like she knew you were a filthy little dirtbag once you got fucked properly. You dropped all your righteous acts and showed her your true colors. You were a gorgeous mess, sexual, bold, eager, everything she as a succubus could ever dream of finding in a mortal... And you were hers.

Her nails were sharp but she was so graceful in her motions, using only the padded bit of her fingers to rub the coarse bit of your wall just above your pelvic floors, a few inches in from your entrance, she hit it so smoothly you began to drool all over yourself, shamelessly, your spit falling over your nipples which prompted her to use her other hand to tug gently at your nipples and twist them.

It hurt. but even that pain was good. It only seemed to add to the pleasure you felt, your brain too drunk on the oxytocin and endorphins to be able to separate what was pain and what was pleasurable. No. It all felt like just more. Once she felt your walls tightening around her, swallowing her fingers and pulling them deeper inside you she smirked because that was also the time where you released a huge amount of viscous clear fluid, scentless, covering her hand and bit of her forearm, leaving the floors a mess as well. She snapped her fingers, dressing you up and with a few more motions of her ringed fingers every last remnant of the memory of the intimacy you just experienced was gone.

as you came back to it all you felt was tired, blissed out, and knew it had something to do with her. But what precisely you weren't sure. You rested your head on her thigh, asking for permission to drift to sleep as your body collapsed from the aftermath of the multitude of orgasms you had unknowingly experienced just moments prior. She nodded and as you knelt she played with your hands allowing you to fall asleep. Her only response to your requests to spend time in her arms was a short and sweet whisper.