INCUBUS KING *Editing*

-KINBAKU KNOT-

I'm currently waiting for my food to come. I decided to stop by this random lounge. It was pretty chill, if I may say so myself. I feel like it's more of a sports bar than anything. A group of men gathered around the bar, and some gathered close to the television. Tonight was a busy night. There was a highly anticipated boxing match that was a big deal right now in the media. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened and where it could of lead if he hadn't pushed me away. I sighed in mere frustration. I feel as though the hunger was factoring into it. The majority of my attention was targeted at my book.

I wasn't reading it. I was using it to distract from the fact that I had a lot of tension built up inside of me that I wanted to release. I will have to get a job outside of his offer. I can't work with him. I view it as a conflict of interest. The waitress brought over my drink. It was plain ole pineapple juice. I took a sip, allowing it to soothe my dry throat.  I shift my focus back to the book. About five minutes later, I heard someone clear their throat. I look up to see Lazarus.

I sighed and shifted my attention back to my book. I can't even get some space at all. I put my book down, frustrated. "I don't want to work at your office." I said to him."Trust me; you want to have the opportunity to work for my company. It will make your resume look beautiful."He said, a smirk dancing across his lips. I broke my eye contact and shifted it to the food that was now being placed on the table in front of me. He looked at the waitress and gave a wink. I rolled my eyes in pure distaste. "Why are you here anyway?" I asked, annoyed. He smiled.

"I am here because this is my duty to you. To watch and protect you." He said. "Well, I don't need protection anymore," I told him. He ignored me. He was looking past me at someone. I looked past him at the mirror on the wall to see the most beautiful woman ever. I knew that he wanted her. I continued eating my food until the plate was half full. I called for the waiter, who brought the bill and the to-go box. I placed my food inside and put it in a bag. I then took out my purse to get my car; he grabbed the bill out of my hand and placed a solid 50 inside. When the waitress came back for it, I ordered the most complex liquor they had. When she came back with it, I took it and thanked her. I got
Up from the table and quickly walked out of the lounge. I didn't want to know who that girl was. I could feel him behind me. "What's wrong with you?" He asked. I gulped the whole cup down and threw it in the trash. "You," I said. Turning around and walking to my car. "You know you can't drive, right." He told me. I ignored him. He was walking over to the driver's side. The road was busy, and I didn't even realize that I was practically in the middle of the road, opening my door. The car that was coming was honking at me before coming to a screeching halt. He had held out his hand, almost like he was slowing time down. He walked me to the passenger side, opened the door, and allowed me to get in. He shuts the door and walks to the driver's side. He gets in and closes his door. Time seemed to immediately go back to how it was before he slowed it down.
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When I got home, I walked straight to the room and packed a small bag. I walked out of my room and grabbed the keys. He looked at me, breaking his concentration from his laptop. "Where are you going?" He asked. "Out for a while," I said, walking to the door. "You have work tomorrow." He said. I shook my head no. "I don't; I've already decided I'm not doing that fucking shit with you," I said, walking to the door. I felt a large pair of hands grip my waist. "What did you say?" He questioned me. He pulls me hard against his body. His hand trailed up to my breast and down to my waist. He places his lips on the crook of my neck.
I stepped away from his hard grasp. I am allowing myself some space to regain some strength. " I AM NOt doing this shit with YOU," I yelled at him. I stepped away from this atmosphere that was building up. I grab the hand of the door, only to be swept off my feet. I was now over his shoulder. He was walking to his room. He opened the door and walked in. I am closing it behind us and being sure to turn the lock. He puts me on the bed. I could feel the anger building inside of me. "You seem to have a naughty mouth. I think that is something we need to take care of.
I want to help you fix that dirty mouth of yours. He said, walking up to the bed. He takes one hand and ties a rope around it. He takes the other and ties a solid knot around it. I had no way of escaping this room. He pulled my pants off and then my underwear. I was practically half naked. My core was exposed, and my face was heating up. "Lazarus, what are you doing?" I asked. He moved closer to me. His face was close to my core. His warm breath hit it. I could feel myself get wet.

He placed his lips on my clit. Gently
I was sucking on it. I lost grasp of my body at that moment. He was the puppet master, in control of my
Every move and breath. He sucked harder, then pulled away. He was meeting eyes with me, a smile creeping onto his lips. He leaned in again, meeting lips with my own. He picked and sucked in a very consistent rhythm. I could feel myself getting even wetter. He slid one finger in. "Fuck.. Oh my.." I said. He started thrusting it in and out and somehow hit the right spot. I whimpered in pleasure.
He sped up, sucking harder. I lost all connection with my body. I felt an overwhelming amount of euphoric shockwave pulsate through my pelvis and to the rest of my body. I moaned out in pleasure.
I soon came back to reality and realized what had just actually happened. He pulled away, eyes dark, amusement swirling inside. He liked what had happened; I was genuinely embarrassed. "Untie me, please. " I said to him. He smiled and shook his head no. He got up and came closer to me. He placed a kiss on my
Forehead, nose, both of my cheeks, and then my lips.
"Answer this one question right, and you'll be able to go." He said to me. I nodded. "Okay," I whispered. "Did that feel amazing? Can I do it to you me often?" He asked. "Yes, please let me go," I said to him. I wouldn't say I liked feeling so vulnerable. I wasn't even in a relationship with him.