Page 30 of Delivered to the Devil

“But you love when I train your ass.” All mockery from before is gone. His voice is almost soothing, and so is his touch when he smooths my hair away from my forehead. “Now be a good girl and lie still for me.”

I’m not sure if it’s his touch, thegood girl,or thefor mepart that gets me. But when he releases me, I don’t move a muscle. I close my eyes and give in to his intoxicating power as he ties me down.

Janos takes his time, getting the plug in. Once the invasive thing is seated inside me, he removes the ropes and ties me up in a new position, on my knees with my hands tied behind me.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say as he tightens the final knot. “I won’t fight you.” I’ve been through this enough times to know he’s just going to feed me now, then remove the plug and leave.

“No, you won’t fightme,” he says and disappears into the kitchen.

I don’t get his reply. Who else would I fight?Myself?

As I sit there, contemplating his words, it begins to make sense. Like when he asked if I wanted him to tie me up. He knows the ropes help me. Without them, my mind hurls self-deprecating accusations at me for submitting to this man. It doesn’t matter how little choice I have, as long as I have my limbs free to put up a fight, my mind will taunt me if I don’t do it.

“Can I at least get one hand free to eat?” I ask when he returns with a huge breakfast platter. He’s been feeding me every morning since he started this training thing.

He shakes his head and presses a piece of sweet melon to my lips.

“Why not?” I ask, the words becoming garbled as he shoves the fruit inside.

“I like to do it,” he simply says, popping a piece of pineapple into his own mouth.

I stare at him, trying to figure him out. I’m about to ask another question when he grabs my thighs and jerks me from side to side a few times, making the plug move inside me. I cry out when my ass touches the heel of my foot, sinking the plug even deeper.

“No!” Heat spreads through my lower body. I try to push my ass back up, but Janos keeps one hand pressed to my thigh as he reaches for another piece of fruit.

He doesn’t say another word as he alternates between feeding me and wriggling me to make the plug stir. Pleasure keeps building within me, deepening my breaths and reddening my cheeks. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Needing to hide, I try to lower my head several times, but Janos won’t have it. With a firm grip on my jaw, he jerks my head back into place, raking his gaze over my features to take in every nuance of my lust—reveling in the power of making me succumb.

Once the plate is empty, he presses both hands to my thighs and leans in. So close his breath tickles my lips as he speaks in a husky voice. “You’re going to be such a good little anal whore.”

The words are horrible, but I can’t help the tiny moan that slips past my lips. When he slides a finger between my folds, I’m mortified to realize I’m soaked.

Shame stirs in my mind, seeping through my thoughts to infect every corner. I lower my gaze, feeling awfully wrong.

“Don’t.” Janos grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. It’s sharp and dangerous. So forceful it shoves the self-hatredstraight back. There’s no room for anything when he watches me like this.

He flicks a finger between my slick lips a few times. I pant hard against his face, wanting him to dip it inside—wanting to beg him to do it.

His eyes narrow as he studies my face, roaming over my features as he hovers so close his hot breath mixes with mine. I know he sees the plea in my eyes, but he doesn’t act upon it. He just keeps flicking, teasing like it’s a cruel game. Yet there’s no cruelty to find in his expression. Rather, desire seems to flicker in his eyes as they fall to my lips.

Please. My lips form the word, and just before I can give voice to it, he shoves me down on my side, cuts the ropes, and grabs the plug. He wriggles it a few times before he pulls, slowly dragging it past my tight rim of muscle.

I whimper like a lost child when it pops free, leaving me hollow and desperate. He presses a finger to my tight opening, and my breath stops as I wait, hoping with all my heart that he’ll press inside. His other hand flexes around my waist like he’s struggling to control himself, and his heavy breaths seem to reflect the same struggle.

His finger twitches, and I think he’s going to push in. But then he steps back, leaving me aching and alone on the bed.

I remain frozen in place, tears sliding down my cheeks as he moves around the apartment, packing up his things and cleaning up the breakfast. When the slam of the front door leaves the place buried in a harrowing silence, I push my fingers inside my dripping pussy. It only takes me a minute to drive myself to the peak, and I cry and moan as a shameful orgasm shudders through me.

It’s not the last time Janos leaves me like this. The teasing and almost driving me to orgasm becomes an almost daily occurrence. But Janos always stops just before I can reach thepeak. I want to ask why he does it, but deep down, I already know.

I’m Gabor’s toy, and Janos is not allowed to play with me.

I always feel utterly broken when he leaves me hovering. I lie in bed, masturbating and crying while thinking about Janos. One orgasm is rarely enough, and I sometimes lie there, rubbing my clit for an hour, shame building with each orgasm.

When I finally stop, I feel sick to my stomach and vow never to do it again. But then it happens again the next day.

It only takes a little over a week for Janos to get me back to my normal weight, yet he keeps feeding me ice cream. The food deliveries keep coming each day too. They always have the same generic, saccharine card with the message ‘Eat up,’ but there’s also always some small token from Janos. A box of my favorite mint tea, a white orchid flower like the ones on my windowsill, a small bottle of the rose shampoo I love—the one Janos massages into my hair when Gabor has used me. There’s even a small pink butt plug in the bag one day that has me shuddering even as a wistful feeling blossoms in my chest.

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