Page 36 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

It takes all my self-restraint not to bend down and cover my face in her. My tongue is itching to lick between her folds, to taste her sweet release against my taste buds. But she is still being punished, because my little bat was a bad, bad girl.

Moving my hands, they cup each of her breasts which are heavy and more swollen than usual. Her arousal is seen and her nipples get harder as my thumbs circle them. Taking them between my thumbs and forefingers, I pinch them, hard. Rain’s face turns to the side as another loud moan leaves her. “Fuck. More. Just like that, E.”

I stop immediately. My hand moves and grips her chin, forcing her to focus back on me. “No. This isn’t for you. Not this time,” I remind her. She swallows while nodding in understanding.

“Good girl.”

Leaning forward, my nose brushes against hers. Warm breath tickles me as my lips touch hers. Her mouth opens for me as our tongues dance, mine demanding and taking dominance. I can feel my cock getting hard again as my pelvis rocks against her center. Rain wraps her legs around my hips and I let her believe I get lost in the moment, but I don’t.

Nipping at her lip, I tug it and then let go. Her tongue sneaks out, licking the same place, then biting it. “We have a job tofinish, little bat. We are not finishing this.” I pause to look down at her body. “If you are good, we will finish this later.”

Her face falls, disappointed that I won’t give in. But it doesn’t bother me.

Sitting up on my knees, I shove my hard, throbbing cock back into my pants and zip them up. I help and untuck her skirt from her waist to cover her up. I don’t let her clean up.

As I rise, I place my hand out. She grabs ahold of it and follows. Standing next to me, Rain catches me off guard. Tiny fingers hold my face as my little bat rises to her tiptoes, sticking her tongue out. She licks my cheek from chin to eye with the tip of her tongue and looks at me. “Mine.”

My pussy still aches. I desperately miss the feeling of him inside of me already. I need to cum around his cock. Once was not enough.

Doing this, licking E, is my way of showing him who he belongs to. His smirk after sayingMineshows me he likes it.

As my skirt settles back down, my chain pulls on my clit. E notices it is also causing the front of my skirt to rise. Reaching forward, he unclips it from my collar and wraps the delicate chain around his wrist. The gesture is romantic, whether he realizes it or not.

Our souls were lost without each other. Now that they have been found, we are never letting go. He will forever own me. I amhis pet, he is my owner, and I will worship him and us until my last dying breath.

With my hand on his chest, I burrow myself into his side.

His musky scent, mixed with sweat, is comforting.

E’s focus moves back to his cousin. Her face is pale and I wonder if she’s still alive. Watching her chest, it moves slowly up and down. My eyes move down her body to her sewn lips, the thread is absolutely drenched now in blood, which gives me an idea. But I wait; this is E’s domain, so I let him take the lead.

“I can see your eyes looking. Wandering.” His rough voice breaks the silence. My focus moves back to him. Curious, I wait for E to continue.

“I have one too.” He lifts his long sleeve, exposing his inked arm and bat tattoo at the forefront.

“It means that the devil is on our side. And that you should be very fucking concerned about that.”

If I didn’t know him, I would be terrified. His tone has completely changed from how it was with me, to her.

Francesca’s reaction is hard to tell, I’m not sure if her lip is faintly trembling because of the choke pear or because she is now getting it, she is now fucking terrified.

E tilts his head down, looking at me with soft eyes. “Little bat, I can feel you thinking.”

Smiling, he always knows.

“The thread is coated in blood. Sitting on it at that angle must be tearing her insides apart. If she wants the grater out, she should have to take it out herself, don’t you think? It will ruin her coming out, but then, it’s out.” I’m not confident in my idea, or that he will like it. His face doesn’t tell me anything as I wait for a response.

Keeping his focus on me, he speaks, “For every thirty seconds she doesn’t have it out of her, you turn the choke pear key. Sheeither leaves here with a broken jaw or with a torn-up, diseased pussy. Let her pick. What do you think of that, little bat?”

Eagerly I nod, loving this idea. I’m giddy with excitement—finally, I can use my choke pear!

E steps toward her, our contact breaking and his warmth gone.

For a moment, I forget he is holding the chain, my leash. As he goes behind the chair, it pulls, and my clit piercing is yanked. Pulling at my sensitive numb, causing me to hiss, and my eyes water from the sting of it. I move my feet and rush to be next to him to stop the pain. E isn’t fazed, still undoing the restraints around her wrists. As the clasp comes undone on them, he tsks. “Could have avoided all of this, if you would have just shut up. But you couldn’t and now some Pawn fucker is going to have to clean your jaw off the floor.”

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I add, “Or her bloody cunt,” not wanting her to lose complete hope yet. But I do wish it is her jaw that wins.

“Oh, and the clamps are staying in your eyes,” he adds as her wrists become freed.

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