November 1, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1563. Torturing Her I

“Chair,” Camila chose.

I slowly lifted my glass and took one last drink. “Chair it is.” Something in my voice made Olivia go suspiciously quiet.

I set the glass down, pushed my chair back, and stood. Camila watched me approach with that same confident smile she'd worn throughout lunch, clearly expecting me to take the seat.

Instead, I stopped beside the leather chair and gestured toward it like a gentleman offering someone the best seat in the house.

Camila blinked. “Not you?”

“Oh, no.” My grin widened. “I want you to sit here. Consider it payback for the food and the teasing.”

She laughed softly, but she didn't retreat. She simply walked over and sat down.

I stepped closer and fastened the restraints around her wrists, keeping them secure without hurting her. Then came the ankle restraints, followed by the broader strap that kept her comfortably positioned against the padded leather.

Camila tested one wrist.

“Comfortable?”

“For now.”

I leaned closer until our faces were only inches apart. “I'll make you feel good.”

Her smile faltered. Only slightly.

I straightened. Then I stopped pretending to be Ethan.

Demonic energy rolled through me.

My softer human features sharpened into Damian's face. Horns curved from my head while dark wings unfolded behind me with a low rustle. My tail emerged last, swaying lazily through the air like a black serpent waking from sleep.

I stepped between Camila and the room, letting my shadow fall over her.

My fingers traced the line of her cheek. Slowly. Down toward her lips. My thumb brushed across them before continuing beneath her chin and along the side of her neck.

Camila's breathing changed.

My tail curled behind me. “I hope…” I murmured, letting my gaze drift over her elegant dress before returning to her eyes, “…you brought extra clothes, Camila.”

Her eyes narrowed with amusement. “Why?”

I grinned. With one smooth movement, I ripped her dress away.

Now that was a view.

Dark lace and intricate brocade hugged her curves, the bra framing her breasts beautifully while matching fabric rested low against her hips. Against the black leather chair, her exposed skin and elegant lingerie created an almost indecent contrast.

I let my gaze travel slowly over her.

Her lips curved. “Like what you see?”

I met her eyes and grinned. “Very much.”

My tail drifted closer. Its tip traced lightly along her shoulder, then down her arm in an almost lazy path, just enough to make her skin react beneath the touch.

I watched her carefully and leaned close to her ear. “You spent the entire lunch seducing me.”

My tail curled slowly around the side of the chair.

I smiled. “Now it's my turn.” I hooked two fingers beneath her chin and tilted her face toward mine. Then I kissed her.

Camila answered immediately, meeting my mouth. The kiss deepened, tongues teasing and challenging rather than either of us surrendering immediately. She couldn't grab me with her wrists restrained, which apparently only made her more determined to fight back with her mouth.

A muffled sound escaped her. I grinned against her lips. That was the reaction I wanted. When I finally pulled back, only an inch separated us.

Camila's breathing had grown noticeably heavier. Her eyes were bright with desire.

My tail moved. The tip brushed beneath her chin before tracing delicately down the side of her neck. Camila shivered, her head tilting almost instinctively as the strange touch continued across her shoulder.

Unlike a hand, my tail never stopped moving. It curled around her waist, slid along the curve of her hip, then traveled lazily down the outside of her thigh.

Camila inhaled.

I watched every reaction. The restraints kept her legs positioned apart, leaving her unable to simply close them when my tail slipped toward the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

The tip barely touched her.

Camila jerked. “Oh~”

I dragged the tip upward along her inner thigh, painfully slowly, stopping well before reaching anywhere truly intimate. Her muscles tightened beneath the touch. Then I retreated.

Camila released a frustrated breath.

I laughed quietly.

My tail traced her other thigh. She shifted against the restraints, following the sensation despite herself. Her cheeks were flushed now, lips slightly swollen from our kiss, her earlier composure transforming into something far more openly hungry. And she looked delighted.

I leaned forward again.

Camila immediately raised her chin toward me. Someone wanted another kiss. I stopped just short of giving it to her. Her eyes narrowed. “Damian.”

My grin widened. “Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

I stared at her for a moment. Then chuckled. “Okay. But I won't kiss your lips.” I knelt between her restrained legs, letting the anticipation do most of the work. Instead of giving her the kiss she'd demanded, I pressed my lips against her inner thigh.

Her body tightened against the chair.

I moved upward without rushing, alternating soft kisses with the occasional teasing brush of my tongue against her skin. Every time Camila seemed to anticipate where I was going next, I changed direction, making the journey itself the torment.

Her breathing grew heavier.

My lips eventually abandoned her thigh and traveled across her stomach instead, following the warm skin above her lingerie until I reached her navel.

Behind me, my tail remained busy.

It curled around Camila's waist before sliding upward, teasing along the edge of her brocade bra. The pointed tip slipped beneath the fabric just enough to make her inhale sharply, tracing sensitive skin without giving her the direct attention she clearly wanted.

Camila shifted against the restraints. That earned her nothing except another slow kiss against her stomach.

The tail continued exploring, brushing along the curve of her breast through and beneath the lace, circling teasingly close to the most sensitive places before retreating whenever her body reacted.

I could feel every little movement, shiver and impatient attempt to press herself closer. I lifted my head just enough to look at her.

Camila's earlier composed act was beginning to crack. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, eyes following me with unmistakable hunger.

She'd asked me to kiss her. Instead, I'd kissed almost everywhere except where she'd wanted.

My tail gave another slow, wicked tease beneath the lace.

Camila sucked in a breath.

I grinned against her stomach. There was something deeply satisfying about turning the tables on someone who had been so confident only minutes earlier.