Page 28 of In Love with the Devil

"Two."

My palms match my scream in pain from my nails digging into them. Pins and needles cover me everywhere.

"Three." I moan with every thrust and the climax crashes on me, through me so violently that it becomes unbearable. I came within three seconds.

He yanks it out of me, but my body still feels like it’s buzzing. For a while, he does nothing but look at me coming down off the high of yet another orgasm. Julian takes off the mask, pushes his hair back, and his pink tongue licks his black-painted lips. Goosebumps cover my body as I dread whatever is next. I stare at him through tears, begging him with my eyes to stop. I don’t dare say a word since I know none will affect him.

Julian turns me over and re-adjusts the bar up so that my legs are as spread as they can be. His wet thumb fills my asshole, pulling a loud, long gasp from me. "W-what are you doing?"

“Count, Astoria or it will start all over again.”

A slapping sound is followed by a pressure and sting spreading across my wide, open pussy.

“Ah––!” I raise my head, arch my back, pant and can’t help but pull away while squeezing hard on his thumb, trying to protect myself even though I’m fully exposed and filled. “One,” I cry.

He does it again and again, and soon the stinging intensifies and becomes continuous. There's no relief. My pussy lips throb and burn. I’m blubbering and shaking.

“Twenty!” I wail. God it hurts. It hurts so bad I want to die. I can’t stand his cruelty or how embarrassing it is that every time he slaps me I can’t help squeeze his thumb. While his palm is breaking my body, the humiliation is tearing my spirit apart.

“You want me to make it better?”

Slap.

“Twenty-one. Stop, Julian.”

“I asked you. Do you want me to make it better?”

“Y-ye-yes, please make it better. Please Julian.” My jaw is trembling so hard that I’m hardly forming coherent sentences. I flinch and hiss when his tongue sweeps to my wounded clit, then he sucks on it. I try to pull away but he follows me and his thumb starts fingering me.

“Julian,” I sob.

At first, his saliva stings my wounds but then it lubricates. Every lick, tug and sucking is hell because now every part of my pussy is swollen and raw. As the blood stiffens my clit from thearousal, my wails become screams that bounce off the walls but he doesn’t stop. He eats me as if he were on death row and I were his last meal.

Each thrust into my asshole feels like heaven. Everything is upside down; I gain pain from where I’m supposed to receive pleasure. Heaven and hell mix and as always with Julian, the brief illusion of heaven wins. My body tightens around his thumb, as if nothing else exists. The euphoria eclipses the pain. My moans synchronize with each plunge. It starts feeling so good that I lose the reason why I should hide my pleasure. I’ve never hated my body as much as this moment. How can I be getting turned on with the man who just tortured me?But I need it. I need everything he's doing to me.

“What do we say when someone does something nice for us?”

“Th-thank you. Thank you, Julian.”

"Who's pussy is this?"

"Y-yours."

"Thats right it is mine."

He sucks on me and fingers me faster. I need him to continue so badly that I don’t stop repeating it, ending up thanking him after every lick and filling. My asshole tightens so much I must be choking him and then the most intense euphoric waves roll from my clit and my ass to the rest of my body. Losing all sense of decency, and logic, I scream and rock my thighs, fucking his thumb, taking every last drop of pleasure.

"Th-thank you, Julian."

“That’s my pretty bird. Now, get some rest."

Chapter eleven

Forgotten Dreams

Astoria

As soon as I open my eyes, tears fill them. I muffle the cry with my pillow. My mind is a nuclear disaster area. It's as if my brain is disintegrating. I can’t focus on a single thought.Both my ass and my pussy are in excruciating pain and so sore that I struggle to move. My last thought before I lost consciousness was that I was dying.

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