His Demon Daddy

Kole

I defied the Lord’s command. Stripped of my wings, I am sent to serve Lucifer, the Prince of Sin himself, just in time for Christmas. But the devil is not who or what I thought he was. In defying him, I can’t get enough of his breed of sensual “punishment,” and calling him Daddy just feels right . . .

Lucifer

The holiday season in the human realm should have been a chance for me to find a new boy toy to play with, but instead I am to babysit a newly fallen angel, a “chip off the old block.” When faced with the kid’s defiant, bratty attitude, calling him boy just fits. He wasn’t sent to me to be mine, but he brings out the Daddy Dom within me, and I quickly discover it’s exactly what we both want . . . and what he desperately needs. 

But he isn’t mine to keep. I can’t get attached. 

When his punishment is over, the Lord wants him back . . .

**His Demon Daddy is a MM Daddy/boy Christmas story. It is intended for mature 18+ audiences. It is a stand-alone romance within the Creatures of the Night world best read after Her Dark Prince(Book 6) but can DEFINITELY be enjoyed by itself!

  “My Los Angeles nightclub, Breeze, is having a staff holiday party. Black tie. Very formal. I expect you to be on your best behavior around all the humans,” I said sternly.

Kole reached up and tapped his own velvety antler. “What about these? And your horns?” he asked, pointing at mine. “Aren’t they a dead giveaway that we aren’t exactly . . . mortal?”

I chuckled. “My senior staff know who I really am, but the rest enjoy my traditional Krampus horns every holiday party. It’s the only event they see me at all year. And you have perfect reindeer antlers. Very festive.”

Kole started to roll his eyes and the Daddy in me roared to the forefront again. I launched from my chair, stopping short and looming over him. I grabbed his chin with clawed fingers and snarled through my fangs, my demonic shift starting. I felt my eyes tingle as they shifted to silver and my horns were straightening and starting to grow. “Didn’t I warn you about rolling your eyes at me, boy?”

Kole shrank back, wincing as his wounds made contact with the back of the chair through his shirt.

“Didn’t I warn you I would take you across my knee?” I snarled, my voice going deeper. 

His big honey-brown eyes stared up at me in fear with a hint of a defiant glare. He wanted to be brave and challenge me, but he knew his place. 

I grabbed him by the pajama collar, pulling him to his feet where I spun and sat in the chair I’d just pulled him out of. I then dragged him down to lie across my lap with his silk-covered ass in the air.[KM1] [LP2]  

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hissed out in shock.

“Teaching you a lesson,” I replied. 

He struggled, trying to get free. He kicked back, connecting with the table and sending the chess board flying. 

I swatted his ass, hard, and he inhaled sharply and froze as if surprised I’d actually done it. 

He would quickly learn I didn’t mess around when it came to threats or punishments. 

Spanking him again, I reveled in how right it felt. I switched between silk-covered cheeks, going back and forth, spanking the sass out of this boy. My cock was rock hard. Kole was panting, and I felt his length pressing against my leg. I could also scent his arousal with my heightened sense of smell. He had to be scenting mine as well. 

When I finished doling out twenty spankings, I paused. “Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to roll your eyes at me again?”

“Yes,” he snapped over his shoulder at me, showing his own growing fangs. His shift was starting too. His antlers were growing larger by the second.

I put all my strength into one hard spank, and he moaned. Actually moaned. 

I nearly came in my pants right there, so I stopped and stood up,[KM3] [LP4]  taking him to his feet with me. “If I see you roll your eyes again, expect to be spanked.”

“Is that a promise?” he sassed.

“It’s a threat, boy. None of this funny business while we are on Earth or you will be getting much more than spankings.” I meant painful torture or mindless tasks like I usually used with these cases, but by the lusty look on Kole’s face, he took it sexually. I was right there with him, wanting to administer more spankings and worse. Was he a masochist? They were so fun to play with. 

I loved spanking him. I wanted to do it again. And I desperately wanted to hear him moan as my pierced dick slid deep into his ass. 

I shook my head, trying to clear it. He is not here to be mine, I reminded myself.