Page 18 of Letters to Satan

“Sir.”

I toss my head in a barely there shake as I blink at him. “What?”

The very corner of his lip pulls up in a small smirk, pitting the skin there into a dimple. “Kiss me,sir.Say it.”

A quiet scoff rolls from my chest as my brows bunch, but he only watches me with that maddening thumb swiping over my chin, just below my lip. He leans in, and for a moment, I think he’s going to give me what I want, but he bypasses my mouth and puts his lips against my ear. “It’s up to you to ask for what you want.”

Another rough swallow works my throat as he backs up, hooded eyes on mine as he hovers directly in front of me.

Wanting.

Waiting.

“Kiss me, sir,” I finally whisper, and this time, both sides of his mouth tip up in a smile. “Please?”

“That’s better, now, isn’t it?” he murmurs, and his lips crash into mine.

The unexpected scrape of his beard against my chin causes me to gasp, but the surprise burns into the need to match his every move. The confident, slow dance of his lips makes me feel like I’m melting into him, like he’s siphoning the free will from my body.

There’s no questioning who’s in control as he slides his hand back up my chest, gripping my chin and positioning me where he wants me. And as muchas I thought I’d fight it, I find myself willingly surrendering.

He kisses me until my lips tingle, until the pressure of his mouth and the rasp of his facial hair make them swell, and then he scrapes his teeth over my bottom lip and drags my mouth open. His tongue pushes its way inside, and I’m helpless to do anything but just hold on as he ravages me.

My hands drag up his arms and reach around his neck, a shiver working up my spine at the low growl that forms in the back of his throat. In one smooth motion, he kicks my foot and spreads my legs. He wedges his leg between mine, his thick thigh against my crotch, and my hips jut forward, completely out of my control.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” he murmurs as he moves one of his hands to my ass, rocking my aching cock along his leg.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan as I tuck my face into his neck, unabashedly grinding against him as his fingers edge closer to the crease of my ass. They tiptoe closer and closer, and his chilly thumb hooks under my waistband.

His hand travels up my back until his palm is flat against my spine. “Yes, what?” he asks, slipping into my pants. His middle finger glides down until he’s inches away from my hole, and I’m burning alive as I thrust against him.

He freezes, and I twist my body, desperate for contact. “Yes,what?” he repeats, infuriatingly still.

“Yes, Daddy, I like that,” I gasp, and his low, husky chuckle is in my ear. “I really fucking like that.”

“Daddy, huh?” he murmurs, and his hand slips further until his fingertip pushes on my hole. The shock of cold only makes it better as he pulses his finger, claiming my lips in a rough, hurried kiss. He presses his weight into me, the swell of his cock behind his pants jabbing into my stomach. “You want Daddy to take care of you, is that it? That’s what the Devil wants? To be treated like a prince?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he rubs my asshole, teasingly slow as he rolls his hips, perfectly in control even as he unravels me altogether. “Tell me what you’ll do to me, Nik… how you’ll ruin me.”

“Eager thing,” he mutters as he nips at my lip. “I’ll fuck the cocky attitude right out of you, Damien. Bend you over my desk with your hands pinned so you can’t touch yourself, and it won’t be soft and sweet, little prince. That’s not the way you want to be pampered, is it? You’d rather have it hard and rough, and that’s what you’ll get. You’ll moan like the little slut you are while that tight ass squeezes around me.”

His thick finger slips inside me, and my hole clenches as I gasp. He works it deeper as I grind against his thigh, my head thunking against the barn wall as my breath comes out in white puffs of steam. “Please, Daddy, please,” I whisper, turning it into a chant as I lose control of myself.

He thrusts into me until he’s knuckle deep, and then he starts to stretch a second inside. There’s no lube, not even a courtesy spit, and it burns as he works it in. My cock aches, and my balls draw tight as I whimper and wail, the sting sending me floatinghigh off the ground. “Please,” I whine, “please, please…”

That second finger slips past my rim, and I gasp as lightning-fast, unexpected pleasure crashes over me, clouding my vision and ringing in my ears. My cock thumps inside my pants as hot cum soaks into the fabric, and my hole pulses around his fingers. Throaty, desperate moans slice through the silence as I thrust against his leg, a warm dampness spreading over my crotch and stamping against his jeans.

“What a good boy, coming in your pants for me,” he murmurs, still fucking me with his fingers as I float through the waves of pleasure. “Didn’t even have to touch your cock, did you? Are you a little pillow prince that just sits back and lets Daddy do all the work?” I nod, and he chuckles, slipping his fingers from my ass before he drops to his knees, pinning me in place with his palms on my hipbones.

“Do you want me to clean you up, too?”

Oh, dearGod, this man.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. With a low, pleased hum, he leans forward and wraps his lips around my half-softened dick under my pants, giving a gentle suck that makes me jerk my hips. His tongue slips out, dragging over the fabric and teasing me as I whimper, thickening under the heat of his mouth.

“That’s a good little prince,” he murmurs as he unzips me and pulls my cock out, licking over the head and groaning at the taste.

Both of us freeze at a noise in the distance, and two distinct, familiar voices go back and forth.Nik curses and stands, tucking me into my pants, then staring at my soaked crotch. He yanks his sweater off and tugs it over my head, surrounding me with his warm, spicy scent. It’s huge, hitting past my thighs and hiding what we’ve done.

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