Page 106 of In Love with the Devil

“Please. I need to pee. ”

He unties me and has to carry me to the tiny bathroom where he turns on a candle. I barely make it. The urine gushes out of me with such force a cry escapes me, and I lean my head on his legs right in front of me.

"C-can you give me some privacy? Please.."

He walks out of the bathroom but there's no door. After, when he returns, he turns on the shower and cleans me. The warm water is my only thread to sanity. The entire time, he has to help me stand. I keep staring at his eyes, wanting to tell him the truth.I love you. I missed you. You took too long to come back to me.It's why I wanted to get the punishment over with, because I know he won't believe me until it's over. He'll judge anything I say now as an attempt to manipulate him.

Once he dries me with a towel, my heart and breath hurry when I realize he's leading me right back to the contraption. He pauses in his step, our gazes meet, and I can tell what he’s asking me.Is this going to be a problem?I decide not to fight him. He ties me up, and just like all the other times, he covers the branding with new gauze, comes in my mouth and in my ass, then leaves without a word.

I grow so desperate for him to return, needing to feel, hear, and smell him that I start sobbing every time I wake, calling his name, begging for him. When I hear his footsteps just outside my door, the weeping becomes that of joy and gratitude. My walls and clit throb for him, dripping. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking him with a desperation that pulls moans and panting out of him.

“Fucking perfect.”

His words warm me. I don’t exist without them. The taste of him calms me. He’s really here, enjoying me. I’m pleasing him. My other holes scream for him. This means the minute he slips into me, I’ll come. It has happened so many times that he laughs at me. I feel no shame. I need it. I can’t wait.

He fists my hair, slamming his cock into my throat, making me gag. The warm salty come fills my throat and I swallow it. “Julian, don’t leave me. Please,” I whisper.

He kneels near my chest, and his lips bless my nipple by sucking on it. This is the first time he’s done this and because of that, it feels like heaven. “Yes. Oh yes. Please. Yes,” I can’t stop repeating as he pulls on it harder and harder, sending electric currents. I crave him inside me even more. “Please, fuck my ass. Please. I need it. Julian.” I moan, my need for him is so blatant I almost feel ashamed but there’s no room in me for any emotionexcept my addiction to him, and whatever happy hormones fill me when he fucks me.

His saliva drips from my nipple by the time he stops. I still feel the ghost of his sucking when he walks behind me. I’m dying for the filling, but then lose my breath when I feel it; it’s too much this time. Two dildos slip deep into my wet pussy. They alternate, one slipping deeper while the other almost comes out of me.

It’s too much, too deep. I have no more space. Then it stops, and that’s when Julian spreads my cheeks and the tip of his cock enters me. I gasp at the overstretching and can't find a way to breathe. I don’t want this.

“W-what are you doing? What are you–Jul-it hurts. O–w!” I scream as he pushes in, only feeling relief when his cock pops back out. But he doesn’t give up and when his cock fills my hole, tears slide out of me. I hold my breath at the pain. There’s no pleasure.I had forgotten this was supposed to be a punishment. The machine restarts. I can’t take it, but there’s nowhere for me to go, no way to escape. Julian groans with every penetration while I can only take short puffs of breaths.

“You like that, don’t you? How many dicks do you need, Astoria?”

“I’m… sor–”

“Come for me like this.”He moans.

“I c-can’t–” I can only puff a breath here and there. “It's too… much...”

“Take it!” he yells through his teeth. His speed and aggressiveness increase. I grimace at the stretching. If I could breathe I would be sobbing.

“This is what you wanted–”

“No.”

“Yes. This is what you wanted. Go ahead... show me how you wanted to be fucked by both of us.”

I gasp and whimper as my body tightens.

“Come!” His furious yelling demands it of me, so I climax, squirting hard.

Both the machine and he fuck me harder and I lose consciousness only to wake to him inside me, his thrusts are psychotic. The only thing that calms me is his warm come, coating my broken insides. At this point I doubt he will ever let me out of here. The hopelessness pushes me to cry silently.

I've been in a different world for a few days now. One where I can hardly hear him. When he speaks to me, forcing me to return, I only have tears to offer him. He has broken me. As he loosens the restraints, I don't move, speak, or even look at him. I am not here.

Hands lift my limbs, but I’ve been in the same position for so long that they have no strength. He carries me, his arms under the back of my neck and my knees. I'm dead weight, not moving at all. I know the agony he reigned upon me has only glued my soul to his even more.

Some couples bond through love, but Julian and I only bond through sex, and him torturing me.

The soft mattress feels like heaven beneath me. He turns me on my side and gently releases my legs. The searing hot pain from the branding forces me to wake from my world and I whimper, preferring death. Once again, my heart is pushing at my ribcage and my lungs are tired from pumping so much air so fast. Julian kneels beside the bed, our faces so near.

“Shh… I already told you it’s over, pretty bird. I’m proud of you. You were so sweet, so brave. Such a good girl.” He pushes away the hair sticking to my face while I sob and my breath trembles, puffing out of me. His middle and forefinger push down on my wrist, which I know by now means he’s checking my pulse. It has become a small action that means so much to me. It's fooled me into believing he cares. We stare at each other.

His eyes are the first to break the gaze and my heart breaks. I take a hold of his hand. “J-J-Julian, d-don’t leave. Please.”

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