Page 65 of In Love with the Devil

Chapter thirty

Happy Birthday

Astoria

A month later

I wake up to him fucking my pussy while I lie on my belly on his bed. Gone are the days when he was super concerned about my leg.

“We need to fuck a lot now to make sure you get pregnant,” he whispers into my ear.

The sick bastard knows I don’t want to but I just lie there and take it because there's obviously nothing I can do. He likes it when I fight, beg, scream, and cry, so I’m going to be as much of a rag doll as possible. Hey, maybe it will piss him off enough to kill me. While my body bobs with each violent thrust, I rub my thumb against the bandage he tied around my hand.

Some part of him, deep inside, must care. Right? There must be something. I remember how he sat to binge-watch two seasons of the show with me, how he ordered food for me, cooked for me, let me listen to music, and let me go outside, all the concern he showed about my leg. Closing my eyes, I manage to escape and hide in the feeling of the grass on my feet, the sun warming my skin, and the smell of rain that day. Then I'm back in the room too soon, and everything hurts so much more. His callousness and cruelty shatters my heart. I can't hold the sobbing.

“Shh. I know you hate this part. Just a little more time for the conception.” All his weight is on my back and his palm pats me like some pet.He gets up, dresses himself, then unlocks the chain from the wall. “Let’s go, little bird.”While wondering if this is another trick I raise my head. He offers his hand. “Come on.”

After a few pathetic steps, Julian carries me. The insane, rough daily fucking hasn't been good for my recuperation. In the bathroom, he washes me while I lean on the wall. I keep looking at him, trying to figure him out. His eyes keep meeting mine, but we don’t speak. It's when I notice he’s wearing contacts. How did I not see that before?

“Y-you can’t see?”

“Huh?”

“You’re wearing contacts.”

He sprays fully-pressured, cold water on my face, drowning me. I turn away, then cower into a corner and almost scream. Thewater whips at me. I try to hide from it, but there’s nowhere to go. When I attempt to grab the shower curtain to cover myself, he yanks it away. Surprisingly, he gets in, turns me around, and pins me to the wall, trapping my wrists above me. I scream when I accidentally put weight on my leg. While sucking my tit, he puts the shower head right up against my clit. It takes seconds before I come and I fail to yank myself from his hold. By the time he’s done torturing me, I forget what I did wrong. He leaves and then returns to dry me with the towel, brushes my hair while I sit on the bench staring into nothing, then braids it. Then I see it, the blindfold. “Julian–”

“Astoria, please shut up. I don’t want to tape your mouth.”

The world disappears. The blindfold is extra tight this time, hurting my eyes. I hear and sense him moving next to me for a while and assume he’s drying himself. He carries me out of the bathroom, naked.

“I have a new gift for you–”

“But I can’t see.” Although I'm faking casualness, inside, my heart is pumping fast. I can taste the bitter fear in my mouth. Every time he brings a gift it's something terrible except for that one blanket. Goosebumps cover my body and soon I'm shaking all over but I can't tell if it's because of the horror eating away at my mind or the frigidness of the room.

He chuckles. “You don’t need to see. You just need to feel. Stay there.” I stand in the same spot for a while before I sense his presence again. He takes my hands and ties them behind me.

“Julian, I’m hungry and thirsty.” It’s true, but I’m also trying to delay whatever new sick shit he’s come up with.

“You know you only get food and water after, little bird. Now, please stop ruining this for us. You don’t want to piss me off, do you?”

I swallow and shake my head. “No.”

“That’s my good girl. Now, come.” He pulls me until my thighs hit the edge of the bed then pushes me so that I’m bent and hanging over it. The lubricant wets my asshole. “I got you the perfect dildo,” he explains as he pushes it in.

I open up as much as I can and brace myself. Again, it’s not as thick as his dick, but when it gets too deep, I can’t help but want to run away from it. Whimpers escape me. He’s pushes it further and further, never taking it out. I feel it pass my rectum and I lift my head, wondering how much deeper he’ll go, and finding no other choice than to bite my lip.

“There. That’s pretty good. Now open your legs wide.”

I obey him and gasp when I feel something bite on the base of my clit. The bed dips, and he pulls me by the arms all the way onto the bed, and to his hard dick and balls. “Lick it, Astoria.” I lick all over his balls while he jerks off. He pushes my forehead up and places his cock as deep inside my mouth as he can.Julian grabs the dildo, bending it up to where he’s sitting.

“Go ahead pretty bird, show me how much you love me,” he mocks with a smile I can hear as he fucks me with the dildo and Itake his cock in my mouth. I obey him by pushing with by knees to rock back and forth. When I move back, the dildo fills me deeper and I’m releasing less than an inch of his cock from my mouth. When I move forward, his cock fills my throat. His heavy breathing and moans fill the room.

"That's my pretty bird."

I lose myself in getting the job done. The longer I last without making a sound, the harder he fucks me. He does it with such ferocity that the thing biting my clit moves. His other hand sweeps under my chest and caresses my breast. He knows there’s only so much I can take before the pleasure overwhelms me.

“I need to hear you sing, pretty bird. You know I can’t come without your singing.”

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