Page 9 of Sinful Pride

“My, oh my, we have barely started, and you are already so hard. What a slut,” Beelzebub said. “I’m afraid your pretty little cock won’t find relief soon. Not until I punish you. You are not allowed to come until I say so, understood?” The message was underlined by Beelzebub’s clawed hand sinking into the skin of my hip, pinpricks of pain making me extremely aware of how close that dangerous hand was to my vulnerable erection.

“Yes,” I gasped out, scared and horny.

“Yes, what?” Beelzebub asked sweetly.

“Yes, sir,” I responded immediately.

“Nah. He’s the sir,” Beelzebub said, nodding towards Raphael with a sneer. “That sounds so civilized. I am not a sir. I am your master, pet.”

“Master,” I whimpered.

“Very well, you deserve a little reward,” Beelzebub said.

The sharp claws neared my cock, and I froze, keeping myself as still as possible, not even breathing, as the dangerous weapons curled around my most vulnerable part.

“Ah!” I cried out.

The hand moved up and down as Beelzebub set a vicious rhythm that made me bite my lip to keep the frenzied moans that wanted to escape from behind my lips. He gave me no mercy. There was only the wetness of my precum to ease the way, but it was enough with the way I was leaking, so turned on I was close to coming in no time. Too close. Wasn’t I supposed to hold off? I couldn’t fail so soon. Beelzebub wasn’t a kind master who tolerated failure. I could not disappoint him. I had to stop myself from orgasming. I had to…!

Beelzebub’s hand stilled on me, just as I was on the verge of coming.

“Your reward looks a lot like a punishment,” Raphael reproached Beelzebub.

I saw it was the angel’s hand that was stopping Beelzebub from continuing.

“Reward, punishment… the line is a bit blurry, isn’t it?” Beelzebub blinked at me with obvious fake innocence. “I suppose I will take mercy on you, little mouse, and give you at least a chance to succeed. Are you ready for the real punishment?”

Still panting, I squeezed my eyes shut, but nodded.

“That’s what I like to hear. Turn around, babe. I want to see your back and ass completely covered in my marks.”

I turned around the best I could while bound, shimmying into position and burying my flaming face in the soft covers.

The metal hand settled on my bare midriff, startling me with its coldness, but what followed was even more shocking. One moment I was covered by the see-through mesh shirt, and the next, the fabric was being ripped apart by Beelzebub’s vicious claws until the last barrier between me and the beast above was gone, torn to shreds.

Beelzebub pushed a hand under me, pulling me into a position on my hands and knees, and throwing away the scraps of my clothing, uncaring for the mess he was making on the floor.

“Good doggie,” Beelzebub snickered, pulling away from me. I heard his steps behind me as he approached one of the nearby dressers and took something out.

I flinched at the whistling sound of something cutting through the air, but there was no impact against my skin. Beelzebub wanted to scare me, to make my heart beat a staccato rhythm, and he succeeded with that display. I was prepared for the next strike to land on my back. Instead, there was a pause, and I realized Raphael was keeping Beelzebub at bay.

“Just like that? You aren’t going to make sure he knows what he’s being punished for?” Raphael said furiously.

“Oh, he very well knows what he has to atone for. He was a bad boy.”

“That’s not good enough. Just hold your horses. Tirael, do you know what you’re being punished for?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Then tell me.”

I froze, the breath in my lungs stopping as if I was paralyzed. My fear of Beelzebub and what he was going to do was only normal; any living animal should have a measure of healthy respect for the damage a demon Beelzebub’s league could do. I expected that fear. Or even enjoyed it. That fear was a bit like a taste of chili peppers on my tongue, burning so good.

But this… forcing me to admit my mistakes aloud, to confess… It was such an irony that in this moment Raphael was the more sadistic one.

“I have sinned…” I said through barely cooperating lips. “My actions towards Zachariel were horrible. Inexcusable. I hurt him.”

“What else?” Raphael prompted gently.

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