Page 16 of In Love with the Devil

“Put your fingers in my mouth,” I demand.

She looks relieved to discover I’m not going to go down on her. It’s so beautiful when I slightly lift the mask so her fingers can sneak under for me to taste. While sucking all four of them at once, and then one at a time, I don’t look away from her fascinated eyes. After, I take drops of my come onto my thumb from her face and force her to suck on it. Her face crinkles and her brow furrows at the taste. It’s good to know she finds it revolting. To accentuate who’s in control, I force her to lick itfrom my finger several times, paint her lips with it and blow on her mouth until it dries.“You haven’t come yet, Astoria. I don’t like that.”

“I told you. I’m not–I never have.”

“Let’s try something. Turn over.”

She hesitates, but doesn’t dare question me. With her face in the pillows and the rest of her front body flat on the mattress, I command, “Now do the same thing you were doing before, small, fast circles.”

I climb onto the bed in between her legs and watch her. A brief muffled scream escapes her when I part her butt cheeks.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I spit into the valley and it trails from her butthole to her slit, then her clit. I don’t release her when it drenches her fingers. Her breathing grows heavier. I watch her asshole pucker tight then spasm with her pussy as her stroking hurries, growing more eager.

I witness her holes open and close again and again while her whole body quakes violently. Astoria pushes her face into the pillow to muffle her screams of violent pleasure. Her thighsrock into the mattress. She looks as if she were fucking someone. “Remember. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

She pulls from me, trying to run away from my hold or the the orgasm. “Please.”

“No. Keep doing it.”

She wails and can’t stop her body from jolting. “Oh my God, please!” She breaks down sobbing. “Please!” Her screams grow louder, her shaking more chaotic.

“Finger yourself. Put all four of your fingers inside you, Astoria.”

Her hand is drenched. A breath of relief leaves her at the penetration.

“Faster, Astoria. Come on.” I make sure to sound annoyed.

“I can’t a–anymore.”

“You feel that, pretty bird? That’s you coming with my spit in your pussy and me holding your ass.” I release her butt cheeks.

She’s panting and I can hardly hear the yes that she pronounces into the pillow. Astoria looks and sounds like a desperate whore. It’s everything I wanted. “Pl-please. I need to stop.”

She doesn’t realize it, but she’s moving her whole body to fuck her own hand. Watching her four fingers slide into her tight hole has me losing control. The way she’s moving her belly, her thighs, her legs, it’s all to feel her fingers deeper. I can tell she’s gonna come again, so I get off the bed and walk over to where her head lies.

“A little more, baby. Almost done. Keep fucking your hand like that.”

Astoria raises her face from the pillow, looks at me with rosy cheeks and licks her lips. I can’t take it anymore. I jerk my cock again. “Look at me!”

Like the good girl she is, she obeys me, staring at me or more accurately, atit. The anguish contorts her face. Her long moans become a humming noise. Suddenly, I grab her hair and push her face into her pillow until I can hardly hear her continuous muffled scream. She fights my hold.

“Fuck your hand. Harder!”

She tries to free her head from my grip, raising her ass, while she fucks herself again and again. My cock grows eager, waiting. Witnessing her defying her body to blindly obey me is everything. I’m asphyxiating her but she’s still stroking herself. I jerk my dick faster, feeling the inevitable nearing. Her body jolts violently, needing oxygen. And finally I hear it, the gush out of her pussy. Astoria has just squirted… for me. I see her hips swing like before, but more chaotically. It’s an amazing sight, a gift from her. The lack of oxygen is pushing her past her limit, her body ceases, then she stops moving and screaming.

I lift her head by her hair, turn it to face me and come into that wide open mouth, desperate for air. Tears trail down her face, and it takes a miracle for me not to climb the bed and fuck the rest of my come into her asshole. She grimaces, closes her mouth, and turns away trying to avoid it. I release her.Her wheezing is loud. She’s straining her neck, curving back as the orgasm rolls through her again.

The shock hasn't allowed her to process what just happened. She’s spent, trying to catch her breath. Her face is a mess, red, wet with come and tears, hair sticking to the wet cheeks. She looks lovely, like my pet. When I slide my finger down her spine, she screams and I laugh. Standing to the side, I wait for her to raise her face from the bed and look at me again. When she does, it’s monumental. It's all coming to her, how I almost killed her so that she would come and squirt. I mean, I wasn't going to kill her but I knew thinking it would speed her climax. New tears fill her eyes. The emotions overwhelm her and she sobs.

“Come here.” I push her head down but on the side this time, and slide the tip of my cock on her lips to paint them with my come again. Her nails dig into my skin, pushing my thigh but I don't give a fuck.

After, I push her shoulder, helping her turn so she can face away from me, then cover her with the sheets. That’s the last time I lift the bottom of my mask, exposing only my lips to plant a kiss right under her ear. Her body stiffens at the feel of my mouth. “Shh... You did good, pretty bird. If you ever need to be fucked, and I’m not around… now you know how to make yourself come. I only have one request; from now on, when you’re coming, say my name. Always say my name. Julian. Now, be a good girl and go to sleep.”

I’m proud of her for not crying anymore. It tells me she was just scared or overwhelmed by the orgasm.I lower the mask again. Astoria surprises me by lying flat on the bed and watching me get dressed in silence, expressionless. For a second, I think I see loneliness in her eyes, as if she didn't want me to leave, but that's not possible. Maybe she thought that was the end of it, but I don’t leave until she falls asleep.

Chapter seven

See You Again Soon

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