Page 22 of In Love with the Devil

“Who the fuck are you?” I scream and push the mask up so that it falls a few feet behind him. He stays there.

What’s staring back at me, you ask? A man with black hair and eyes, and a skeleton painted on his face. With such little light and all the paint on his face, it’s difficult to imagine how he really looks. I have no idea who he is, making the panic in the pit of my stomach bubble up. How do I appease a complete stranger? Why is he doing this to me?

A minute passes by while we study each other, with me panting in terror. My mind is a fucking mess. “No. No–”

He slaps me again. This time, I don’t fall to the floor. I turn on my belly, crawling away from him across the bed toward the window, but he drags me back by the ankles and pins me down. Both my arms are crossed, pushing down on my spinal cord in his tight grip. My legs hang over the edge of the bed. I gasp at the sting and sound of his other palm spanking my ass cheek and then try to pull away but his grip only tightens.

Fuck. That hurts.

Automatically, my body tenses, failing to find relief. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, trying to endure and conceal the severity of the pain so he can’t get off on it. But by the third spank, my skin is too sensitive and I can’t contain the scream that rips out of me. God, I’m such a weak bitch. I bury my mouth on the bed, muffling my next screams and trying to hide, even if just a little how much it hurts. It's not my first beating ever but that was when I was a kid. Apparently, I'm out of practice. I can’t let him win. Gathering all my courage, energy, and defiance, I dare to scream, “I fucking hate you!”

He loses it, spanking me harder and faster until I’m shaking, cringing and dreading the next one every time. My toes dig into the carpet, pushing my thighs into the edge of the bed, trying to run away from him.

“Ah–! Fu–ck!”

There’s no escape. I lose count of how many times he spanks me.

“Stop. Please, stop.” I lift my head up to wail and screech, squeezing my eyes tight, unable to take anymore.

Spank.

“You look so fucking pretty. Cry for me.”

Spank.

“Julia–n!”

Spank. Spank. Spank.

“Sto–p!”Blotches float in the air after screaming that hard. All my energy is going into biting my lip, my body tensing to the point of shaking.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

A short gasp escapes me as I feel the warmth of my own urine on my inner thighs. This can’t be happening. My mouth falls open and my eyes widen, mortified. I realize he’s stopped because this is what he wanted, for me to lose control. I try to move way but he doesn't release me. All I hear is our heavy rushed breathing. The embarrassment breaks me down into silently weeping. My body is covered in sweat, and the handprints on my ass throb relentlessly.

“Now. Let’s try this again.”

The stinging on my scalp when he yanks my hair makes me wince. "O–w!"

He turns me to face up then drags me until my head is hanging from the other edge of the bed. His hand flattens on my midsection.“Listen to me very carefully, Astoria. You move from here and you’ll beg for your death. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” My breathing is still shaky from the sobbing.

“We’re going to have to start all over again. Come for me again.”

What? That’s impossible.My eyes widen and I shake my head. Wrong response.

“Ah––h!” I scream when he grabs the nipple he’d been sucking, twists it with all his might and doesn’t release it.

I touch myself. He jerks his already hardened dick with his other hand while watching me. When the first whimper comes out of me, he releases of my nipple.

“Yes, little bird. That’s it. God, you look magnificent,” he growls.

My nipple throbs as circulation returns to it. I whimper again at the force with which he takes my breast into his mouth. It's warm comfort after such excruciating torture, brainwashing me into believing this is all I've ever wanted. His tongue flicks my numb nipple back to life, stiffening it. His free hand caresses my belly, slowly nearing my pelvic area more and more.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me. Stop.”

“It was your choice, little bird. You escalated it–"

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