Page 26 of Letters to Satan

“Oh, this pretty mouth is going to have to do better than that,” he muses as he keeps thrusting. Spit dribbles out the sides of my lips as I tilt my chin, sucking his fingers hard enough to hollow my cheeks. His cock stabs against me as he finger-fucks my mouth, never looking away.

I suck in a deep, gasping breath when he yanks his hand back. Spit drips off his fingers and he wipes them gently over the skin of my cheek. It’s filthy and strangely tender at the same time, and it makes my heart thud in my chest. His eyes pinch as he swipes through the mess on my face. “Look at you,” he murmurs, gaze soft and voice rough.

I only whimper, but it seems to be enough for him.

“Stand,” he commands, and I scramble to my feet as he rises from his chair. Harsh hands spin me and his grip on my neck shoves my torso until I’m bent over in front of him. Fully clothed, he rolls his hips against me, my cheek pressed into the desk. “Wrap your tail around your wrist. If it interrupts me, we start all over again.”

My body jolts with a sharp sting as his palm meets my ass in a slap, the smack of skin ringing through the room. “Count for me, little prince.”

“Wha-what?” I ask, trying to look at him, but he holds me steady. After a pause, he lets out a sigh that indicates his dwindling patience with me is faltering.

A palm slides up my cheek, rubbing where he just struck me. “We’ll have to start over then, won’t we?” He spanks me again, the sting like lightning up my spine.

“One!” I gasp, and his chuckle is dark.

“See? You are a quick learner.”

Another slap to my ass cheek has me whimpering and my cock rages, pushing against the silky material of my panties. “Two,” I grit out, the heat of his hand a brand on my skin.

“And how many do you get?”

“Three,” I whisper.

“That’s right,” he soothes, rubbing the tender skin with his palm before giving a final spanking that has me arching my back and shouting. He kicks my foot and my legs spread wider as he releases my neck. “Stay right there and do not move.” He drops to his knees behind me, licking and kissing along theblistered flesh of my ass before moving towards the center.

“Look at this tight little hole, just waiting to be stretched and stuffed full of me.”

“Please…please,” I beg, wiggling as he chuckles and slips a finger underneath the fabric of my thong again. Tugging it aside, the velvety heat of his tongue glides across my hole, and it flutters as I search for more. A loud, desperate noise claws its way from my throat as he licks, sweeping in patient, steady strokes.

The scrub of his beard between my ass cheeks scrapes the skin angry and raw, but I’ve never loved the friction as much as I do right now. One of his hands lands on each of my cheeks and he spreads me, rolling his tongue as my asshole clenches, searching to be filled.

“Please, Daddy, more… give me more,” I beg, and his laugh vibrates over my skin.

When the tip of his tongue spears inside me, I buck backward, shamelessly grinding against him as he works me open. Fingers dig into the muscles of my ass as he spreads me further, working himself deeper with determined thrusts. He releases one hand and reaches around, sliding his fingers inside my underwear to grip my cock.

I spasm as if I’ve been electrocuted, an inhuman howl leaving my throat.

Nonsense spills from my lips. Begging and pleading, shouting his name and asking for more as he eats me out, never stopping his steady strokes. Unparalleled ecstasy ripples through me, pleasurelike I’ve never felt catapulting me into desperate oblivion. Nothing in the world matters anymore—nothing beyond the warm drag of his tongue and the stroke of his hand.

My hips roll, fucking myself against his face as my balls draw tight and my cock swells in his fist. Tense, delicious heat builds in the base of my spine, and I’m shameless as I chase that high. “Nik… fuck, Nik, I’m about to, I’m going to…” All at once, mere milliseconds before I explode, he tears his mouth away and stills his hand. A firm grip squeezes at the base of my cock, denying me at the last moment.

Confused, my body continues to pulse even as the orgasm is cut off, and I wail, trying to fuck into his grip. Another dark, satisfied chuckle reaches my ear as he pins me in place. A steady stream of pre-cum leaks down my shaft and over his fingers, and he squeezes my cock when he feels it.

“Someone’s a leaky boy, aren’t they?” He pulls his hand away, my climax denied, and I whine as I reach for myself. With a click of his tongue, he grabs my wrist and spins me to face him, still on his knees. He stands, towering over me, then leans in to my ear.

“One.”

Chapter 9

Niklaus

The shock on Damien’s face is enough to make me smile as I pull back. He’s fucking glorious, cheeks flushed a deep maroon, chest heaving, ass slick with spit, and his cock pushing against his lacy little panties. It’s so hard that I don’t know how it’s even still contained, with every contour on full display.

“One?” Realization dawns on his face, quickly morphing into an emotion somewhere between fury and desperation.

I nod, dropping back into my chair and gripping my cock through my pants.The tiny touch of friction sends sparks through my limbs, and I’m so hard it hurts, but I have to be patient.

Such a shame that his punishment is just beginning.

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