Page 15 of In Love with the Devil

No answer.

“If you lie, I will have to check your little cunt with my fingers and I don’t respond well to liars. Answer me. Are you wet?”

Goosebumps appear on her chest, and her nipples stiffen. I click my tongue and lick my lips under the mask, unable to stop smiling.

“I-I think I may be.”

“Lie down. Don’t worry. I won’t touch you tonight.”

She looks like a wooden board staring up at me, tucked in, her arms straight down on either side on top of the sheets.

“Touch yourself.”

“Wh–”

“Do it, Astoria. Put your hands under the sheets.” I decide to walk her through it patiently.“Spread your legs, and then your pussy lips with your left hand. Dip your forefinger into your pretty hole and then touch your clit.” With the knife, I push the sheets down and the skirt of the nightgown up, then watch her. “Small circles, Astoria. That’s it.”A few seconds after, I whisper, “Faster,” into her ear.

Her breathing becomes heavy and eventually a small whimper escapes her.

“Good girl.” I see her pressing her lips together, trying to hide her pleasure. My dick twitches at the thought that she might be a screamer.“I want to hear you, baby. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“A… little.”Her voice is so low and timid compared to how she behaved in my office.

“Then let me hear you. I want to see and hear you come like the whore I know you are.”

She gifts me the sound of her panting. “I don’t come.”

I drag the tip of the knife down her arm, leaving it unscathed. “You will tonight, pretty bird. I promise. One way or another, you will. Now flick at that cute clit of yours hard and fast.”

She squirms and retracts from the knife so I lower the strap of the night gown with it, exposing her breast and caress the side of it with the knife, watching the goosebumps rise. After some time, I ask her, “Do you need some help?”

“No. I’m sorry. I’m too–”

“Don’t stop.”

Although I know she’s looking at me, I don’t stop dragging the knife around the base of her breast and staring at her skin. I like that her eyes are on me while she's playing with herself. Using the tip of the knife again, I tap at her inner thighs to make her open them wider for me. To expose my mouth, I tip the mask back, and lower my face so close to her pussy that I’m sure she can feel my breath.

“Please don’t. You promised you wouldn’t touch me,” she whines, the panic clear in her voice.

“Shhh...”Gently, I push her right hands away, then spit on her split open pussy and watch the liquid land and drag from herclit to her slit. I return her right hand so that she can restart and stay, watching her obey me.

“You’re doing so good, Astoria.”

Watching her spread my saliva all over herself has me dying inside; my balls are heavy, my dick is throbbing. I picture fucking and stabbing her until I have to sew pieces of her back together. It’s so difficult to resist re-enacting the fantasy, but I close my eyes for a few seconds and breathe it out.

She’s biting her lower lip, eyes closed. Slowly, she turns her face to the side. The pleasure rules her. Astoria looks gorgeous with her mouth partially open, breathing so heavily through it. Her hand moves in small circles, faster. I wonder what she’s fantasizing about. I want to give her more praise but don’t want to interrupt her now that it seems she’s enjoying it. Her hips buckle and she whimpers numerous times as her entire body trembles.“Oh,” she repeats in between moans and panting.

With her eyes closed, she misses when I stand, take off my pants and underwear and start jerking myself off but the sounds coming from my body break her spell. She opens her eyes, gasps, and the sight of my cock stops her from moving her fingers.“Put your four fingers inside your pussy.” Her eyes switch from my cock to the mask. “Do it!” I yell, startling her.

She obeys silently. Another moan escapes her. She’s so drenched I can hear her juices mixing with my saliva.I am lost in the sea of her breathing and her moans, her chest heaving so fast, my cock needing to be inside her.

“That’s it, baby. Keep doing it.”

Her moans increase in pitch, get louder and follow each other more closely. The expression on her face… she looks so helpless against the impending climax, almost asking me with her eyes to save her. Our panting, moans and groans feed off each other. Every time she whimpers I groan. Soon her whimpers are right on top of each other and every part of my body quickly tenses. My come bursts out of me onto her exposed breast then her cheek. I jerk my dick harder, wanting to spill more over her. She doesn't hide her disgust at all and turns away. I spurt the last of it onto her neck. Now it’s my heavy breathing that commands the room.

I realize that she finds my come so repellent that she has stopped touching herself. Thank goodness my dick is dead for the next few minutes, so that I can’t rape the living fuck out of her for turning away and disobeying me.I kneel next to the bed, still out of breath. “Let me taste you.”

“What?” I can’t help but laugh at the panic in her wide eyes.

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