Page 21 of In Love with the Devil

“Take it!” he yells so loud I wince, but I don’t move.

With my eyes squeezed tight, I hear the paper bag rustling. He throws some fabric at my face. “Put it on.”

It’s another white babydoll nightgown. This time it’s made of lace, with a bow in the middle of the high waistline. I sit up and obey him while he jerks his cock, watching me as if he can’t wait. The lace doesn’t hide much. My stiffened nipples peek through.

I try not to look at his hard cock while he pleasures it. He drops to his knees, lifts my ankles, and fully bends my legs at the knee so that I’m crouching with them on either side. Then he pushes the skirt up so my pussy is fully exposed.

When he lifts his gaze from my pussy back to my eyes, he says, “You’re wet, Astoria. You’re not supposed to be wet, unless you like what you’re seeing.”I can hear the amusement in his tone.

Just when I’m about to pull down the skirt, he yells, “Don’t!” He pauses, then demands, “Touch yourself.”

I shake my head, but we both know I have no choice. Still holding my ankles, he waits and eventually, I do as I did last night, as I did this morning. I'm shocked at the relief that courses from the tip of my clit to the rest of my body. It feels too good, as if I had been craving this all day.

"Look at me while you touch yourself."

Through the holes in the mask I stare at the two blackest eyes I've ever seen. I can't help but pant and despite my resistance, a hushed moan escapes me. He releases my left ankle, to pleasure himself again while mirroring my whimpers with groans.

“Julian,” I call because I want to ask him why he’s doing this to me.

“Yes?”

Instead of asking him the question, I gasp, then whimper as my insides tighten.

“Just like that, baby. Finish for me.”

But the shame pushes back any chance of that happening. “I can’t.”

Suddenly, he stands up and his hand wraps around my neck. I don’t have time to gasp when the force almost topples me over. I grab his arm with both my hands trying to pull it away. “Go ahead pretty bird, keep touching yourself.”

While holding his arm with one hand I flick myself with the other. I’m lightheaded, already needing to breathe, but I obey him, flicking myself hard and fast, moving my butt back and forth because I’m desperate for him to release me and obviously there's only one way that's going to happen. His cock is right above my face. Drops of his revolting come fall on me. As my eyes roll back, the world darkens, and he releases me. I gasp and cough, but don’t dare stop touching myself. He lifts my skirt, pulls my legs apart, and spits on my pussy again. Feeling the sliminess mixing with my juices makes me flinch in disgust and yet pushes me closer to my climax.

“Julian–” I say in between short gasps, sounding helpless and as if I’m begging him for something.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

I whimper because it’s not happening this time and I’m scared of what he’ll do if I don’t come right there and then. He chokes me again. His hold is much tighter this time. I’m searching for the high desperately, flicking at my clit and fingering myself. My life literally depends on it. My mouth is open, trying to scream, to breathe in, when he gushes his come into it. He stops choking me and I gag on his juices.

“Swallow it.”

Instead of obeying, I spit it at him, and wipe my mouth while grimacing.So disgusting.He laughs. There's a clapping sound before an excruciating sting spreads across my cheek and pulls tears out of my eyes. I fall off the bed from the force, disoriented, unsure of what just happened but the pain reaches my jawbone. It's undeniable. He slapped me, really fucking hard. I try to massage the agony away while I lie on the carpet with tears sliding down my cheeks. "Fuck," I whisper. The violence gives me chills. Every time I test how far he'll go, the horror of the answer shocks me.

He grabs my arm and sits me at the edge of the bed again.

“Touch yourself.”

Hysteria clouds my thoughts. I’m sobbing, yet obey, feeling so weak and pathetic. He kneels in front of me, yanks the strap of the nightgown over my left shoulder and within a second, his warm, wet mouth sucks at my breast. Simultaneously, his palms force open my thighs. I gasp at the two new sensations and tense at how near my pussy his fingers are.

The strong pulling from his mouth generates electric currents that travel through the whole of my breast. My gasp devolves into a cry and I accidentally lick my lips tasting the blood and come he wet them with. His mouth on my tit…It feels so fucking good.I pant, and short, high-pitched whimpers spill from me as my insides melt and squeeze. I long to be massaged and stretched the way Dr. Michaelson did it. A heat burns my entire body at the thought of him. "Oh my God."

I don’t know what he’s going to do next, but he doesn’t stop sucking my nipple. My eyes roll back as my moans elongate and get louder. Fuck. I want him to touch me there so bad. The ache is unbearable.

I pull my chest to feel more of the intensity of his sucking, relishing the pain when he bites my nipple. I’m so high on the dual pleasure, so desperate to come; I finger myself with three fingers, then start flicking again. My entire hand is drenched. I’m wailing in frustration, needing to reach that high. My only comfort is that he doesn’t stop.

“Ju-Julian. Julian!” I scream and my whole body spasms and trembles, shattering under a euphoria that only lasts seconds before the torture of reality crashes on me.

“Fu–ck!” I screech while my fat tears rain down. My body quakes at his unending sucking.

He digs his fingers deeper into my skin, then pulls back, readjusts the mask, and stares at me. His saliva has the whole of my stiffened nipple glistening. I can still feel his lips pulling, his wet tongue caressing, his teeth nipping. Our gazes lock; fresh, hot tears trail down my face. This is not the face I want to see. I want to be loved, not used by some horrible-looking masked psycho.

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