The Mate of a Demon Part 1: My Beginning

NOTE: There is NO sex in THIS PART of the story. I promise in the chapters to come there will be plenty of hot lustful sex. This is just the introduction.

I was just sitting on the couch, watching some documentary on The Dark Ages. It was interesting. So see practically the entire world go to hell. Suddenly, my phone was making noise. It was my boyfriend. Well he was sort of my boyfriend. We had never met in real life. We met through some pen pal website. And since then we had developed a real relationship. He lived in Britain. In 2 years I would graduate and I was planning on flying to meet him. Because not only was he my boyfriend, he was my master.

He was just texting me to see how I was doing, making sure I was being a good little slut, the usual. I had just sent my reply saying I was fine and I was a good little slut when there was a knock on the door. I knew I shouldn’t answer it when my mom wasn’t home but I said “Fuck it” and rushed to open it. There stood the most darkly handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. My master was handsome but he couldn’t compete with the man who stood before me.

His hair was curly dark brown. I only knew because a few curls were sticking out beneath his black fedora. His skin was tan like he lived in the sun. His eyes were green and they were playful but at the same time, hypnotizing. His lips were formed in a perfect Cupid’s bow shape. His cheeks were chiseled and his chin had that cute little dimple. He was like a giant and built like a warrior. He wore a leather jacket with a turquoise shirt and black jeans. On his feet were combat boots. I felt so plain in my sweatpants and tank top.

“Hello there.” His voice was like a symphony of stings. Calming you and pulling you in, making you feel safe and secure.

“I was just passing through but my car broke down. Something wrong with the engine. May I use your phone?” I should have told him no. I knew my mother would kill me, it didn’t matter I was 16, she was MAJOR paranoid. But something about his eyes just made me say,

“Yes, please come in.” I stepped back and I marveled at how tall he really was. He was nearly 6″7′. I handed him the cordless phone.

“Here”

“Thank you.” He dialed the number and stood there talking to a mechanic. I just couldn’t resist watching him. He met my eyes for a second and I instantly gazed down, blushing.

“Well, thank you.” And he hung up.

“The tow truck won’t be here until at least 3. I can go wait in my car.” He was about to walk out when it burst from my mouth

“No!” He turned to look at me.

“I mean, um, you can just hang here.” I looked at the clock. 10 AM. My mom wouldn’t be home til 5 and my best friend wouldn’t be here til 6. I knew if he was here, I wouldn’t get caught. He cocked an eyebrow and asked me

“Are you sure?” I nodded.

“Yes. Please. Uh have a seat. Do you want something to drink? Water? Iced tea?”

“Water’s fine.” I grabbed two bottles. One for me and the other for him. I tossed him his and sat down across from him.

“My name’s Sam by the way.” he stretched his hand out and I took it.

“Ashley.” He raised my hand to his lips and electricity went through my veins. My phone buzzed again. It was my master. I glanced at his message but didn’t reply. Sam unscrewed the cap on his bottle and took a sip.

“So Ashley, tell me about your life.”

“Well, uhm…I’m going into my junior year at school, I am a major nerd, and I love reading…” He listened captivated on my every word.