I’d been working as a London escort, nearly a year by then, when this request landed. Different. New. I liked that. Roleplay always hooked me, especially when the client actually planned it out instead of just blurting ideas at the door.
He sent the outfit and the hotel key through the agency. Next day, I went. Too warm for a coat but I wore one anyway, hiding the costume. Didn’t want to be changing clothes in some bathroom. Stuffed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt in my bag for after. Always good to think ahead.
The hotel room was dark, lights off. I left them off. Darkness does half the job for you. Coat came off, I pulled the horns on, checked my hair quick on the phone screen. Not perfect but fine. The corset—tight, almost too tight. Frill at the bottom, short, cut off early. Definitely not cheap, looked hand made. I’m not into cosplay really but you can tell quality when you see it.
He was lying on the bed, fake sleeping. Breathing gave him away, too quick, little twitch when I moved. I crept closer, brushed his hair, small touch, and climbed on top, making it slow, quiet.
He opened his eyes, trying to act surprised. Failed.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“You’ve got something I want,” I whispered back.
He made a half-hearted struggle. I pressed him down, light but enough, then cuffs clicked onto the bedframe. I leaned forward so he could see my face.
“You’re… you’re a demon,” he said, voice shaky.
I laughed. Couldn’t help it. “Not just any demon.”
After that it blurred, the way roleplays do. Not neat, not tidy. Just teasing, stretching out the moment. His breath kept stalling, catching, and I fed into it with tone more than touch. I asked if he wanted to finish inside me—he didn’t even hesitate. Just yes, please, fast.
“Good boy,” I told him, brushing his cheek like it was both comfort and mockery. He gave in, let go, body straining, and the dark seemed to swallow the sound.
Later, I uncuffed him, smoothed the sheets, tucked the horns away in my bag. Walking out, I thought—maybe I’m only a London escort, technically, but tonight I was something else. A demon in a borrowed skin.
If this night of dark fantasy intrigued you, don’t miss the sequel — The Succubus Returns for Spanking and Control,