Page 67 of Devotion

“Do you trust me?”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at his words, their dark, sinister undertones.

A breath stalls in my chest, and I answer honestly, because I know that’s what he wants.

“No,” I force out, and I’m not surprised by the quiet rumble of laughter in his chest.

He strokes my ass again, letting his thumb slip gently between my cheeks with the motion. “Good. Because you fucking shouldn’t.”

He thrusts into me without warning, stretching my pussy with his hot length, filling me to the hilt as I cry out. With one hand squeezing my hip, and the other holding the belt, he shoves himself inside me again. Over and over. Until another not-so-quiet whimper billows from my mouth.

I want to touch him, want to reach back and feel my name carved into his flesh as he powers into me. Envisioning the scar, my pussy gets wetter, drawing a sigh of pleasure from Damien’s lips as I gush around his cock.

“I’m not stopping until you come for me again,” he pants, the words sounding more like a warning than a promise. “When I leave you tonight, I’m all you’ll fucking crave.”

The feel of his large tip plunging into me has my eyes rolling back as every nerve in my pussy springs to life yet again, vibrating with electricity as another orgasm begins to stir in my core.

“Do you hear me?” he rasps, pounding harder as the mounting pressure causes my eyes to burn, blurring with tears.

I nod against the pillow, feeling its dampness on my cheek. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” The question rips from his throat as he tugs the belt, and I rear back with a wince, opening more for him.

“Yes, I hear you.”

He pulls out, then slams into me again, and a scream tears out of my mouth. The stinging between my legs is nearly unbearable, causing a strange mix of emotions as I claw my way toward another orgasm.

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”

That sinister growl to his voice seems darker now, and I find myself digging deeper for the right answer, wanting to spare my pussy another punishing blow. I think back to our first conversation, back to the term I addressed him with, before I could pair a name with the stranger on the other end of the line.

“Yes…Sir.” My voice is strained, filled with desperation and angst, like it’s been years since I’ve come. Not minutes.

He lets out a quiet, husky laugh, and his cock slips into me again. Less punishing this time, but a gentle tug on the belt reminds me what he’s capable of.

A second explosion of ecstasy taunts me as I teeter near the edge. In some strange way, I’m grateful for the discomfort that’s drawing this out, making it last longer.

“Tell me what you want, Layla,” he says, stroking my ass with a subtle tenderness that contrasts everything else about him. “Would you like to come now? Or… do you need to be fucked a while longer?”

I struggle to find words.

“What will it be?” The sternness returns to his tone, and his pelvis claps against my ass when he goes in rough again.

“Now,” I breathe. “I want it now.”

He powers in deep again, and more tears sting my eyes.

“I want it now,Sir,” I say, correcting my mistake before he has the chance to punish me again.

“That’s my angel,” he croons, tightening his hold on the belt, drawing my arms back even further. “Now, be a good girl and squeeze your pussy around me. Grip me as tight as you can.”

I do as he says, clenching him hard, and the sensation of feeling every detail of his cock is unreal—every vein pulsing beneath his skin, the cusp of his head. He stokes the flame of the orgasm now raging in my core, and I whimper his name.

I’m forced to reconcile with the thought of such intense pain somehow coexisting with pleasure when he pulls the belt tighter.

“Your pussy is my fucking altar.” Those words go straight to my head as he slowly feeds his dick into me, drawing out the mind-bending explosion between my legs. “I willneverworship another.”

His vow sears beneath my skin, burning deep as it binds us. I’m still squeezed tight around him when heat bursts from his cock, filling me with a hot surge of liquid. We’re so tightly connected that I feel him throbbing, pulsing more cum into me, and I grip him tighter, taking everything.

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