Page 43 of Letters to Satan

A ragged sound climbs from my throat, desperate and relieved, as I push my lips to his, a hint of salt on top of all that sweetness. And like it set off a chain event that can no longer be stopped, we’re touching everywhere. His hands in my hair, mine on his shoulders, chests and hips moving together, and tongues twisting as we fight to get even closer.

“Can you forgive me?” I ask, breathless, against our kiss, and he nods, but doesn’t separate us long enough to answer. My palms land on his chest and I force myself back. “Words, Nik. I need to hear this. I need you to tell me I haven’t lost you.”

A smirk spreads over his lips as he nudges his nose with mine. “I know you aren’t trying to dom me right now.”

My mouth twitches in a tiny smile. “Never.”

“That’s my boy,” he whispers, the sound a low rumble in his throat, before his gaze turns intense, his fingers idly tracing the outline of my lip. “I won’t insult you by lying to you and pretending you didn’t hurt me, Damien. I may not be as old as you, but I consider myself to be an extraordinarily reasonable man. Until you come into play, and then logic abandons me altogether. But mark my words,” he says, and my heart thuds again at the warning in his voice, “if you are using me, or if this is a new game you’re playing, there will not be another chance. This is it, Damien.”

“I won’t need another chance.” Tucking my face into his neck, I throw myself against him. “I won’t waste this one, I swear it,” I whisper.

“My little prince,” he purrs, and goosebumps rise on my skin from the warning in his tone. “Just know that I would search every corner of the realms to hunt you down, and there wouldn’t be a single shadowy corner that would protect you from my wrath. Don’t forget that.”

Holy fuck, the threat should not be so sexy, but my cock bucks in my pants at the growl of his voice.

Our mouths find each other again, and my fingers work their way under his shirt, running my palms and fingertips along the heated skin of his abdomen as I rock into him. A pitiful whimper leaves me when he grips my hips and pushes me back, my lips chasing his. Reluctantly, I climb to my feet at his sharp glare.

“Pants off, Damien,” he commands, undoing his button and zipper and pulling his thick cock out as he waits for me to obey.

“Are you not going to be naked, too?” I pout, yanking my shirt off and working on my pants.

His grin is downright filthy as he strokes himself. “You like how slutty it makes you feel when I take you with my clothes on. It’s alright, Damien, you can be my little whore, and I’ll fuck you raw without even bothering to get undressed.” I whimper as I shove my pants to the ground, and his eyes immediately zero in on my cock.

“You never took it off?” I glance at my dick, trapped inside the cage he put on me days ago, a drip of pre-cum leaking between the wires.

“I’m not supposed to take it off until Daddy says I can.” I walk over, standing between his knees again as he strokes himself with one hand and reaches up to drag his fingers over my cage with the other.

“Well, Daddy says it stays until I’m done watching you come while wearing it.” I climb onto his lap, and he finally releases his cock, both of us staring as it lands in the crease of my thigh. I lean forward, my movement causing his face to twist in a contorted expression of pure pleasure. He grabs the lube from his desk drawer and holds it against my hole, and I can’t help my moan when he squeezes it and shoots the gel inside me.

“Such a needy thing,” he murmurs as he sets it aside and catches the dripping lube, using it to slick me up with a teasing finger.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you inside me,” I moan as I rock on his finger, tossing my head back and letting my voice ring free at the pleasure that slingshots through my body.

He moves that finger with maddening slowness, each inch feeling like an eternity, so I try to speed things up by bearing down and pushing back, almost bouncing in my eagerness. “Someone’s sensitive today.” Nik leans forward and licks up the column of my neck, sucking on the skin around my Adam’s apple so hard I know he’s leaving behind a mark.

So much pleasure and anticipation coil in my muscles that I start to lose control of myself, gasping and moaning as I ride on his hand. He trails down to the curve of my shoulder and starts on another mark as a second finger stretches into me. Both fingers pull back until they’re barely inside me, catching my rim as he slams them forward. Soon, he’s thrusting into me in a steady, forceful rhythm.

My body is on fire as I press backwards into him, chanting his name as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. “Nik!” I shout, and he freezes as my ass squeezes around his fingers, my cock pulsing and trying to fall over the edge. “No, no, no,” I wail, rocking faster. He only allows a single second of this before he stops me with his other hand and pins me in place.

“You haven’t been given permission to come yet.”

“Please, Daddy, please,” I beg, fighting to move against his iron grip.

He clicks his tongue and leans in, scraping his teeth over my ear before whispering, “If you think you’ll be allowed to come without my cock buried inside that ass, you’re sorely mistaken, sweet prince.”

I whimper as his hand cracks across my ass cheek. “Who does this ass belong to?”

“You, it belongs to you.”

Another slap, a harder one, causes me to shout. “Wrong answer. Whose ass is this?”

“It’s Daddy’s ass,” I whine as he places his palm over my reddened cheek, soothing the sting.

“That’s right… it’s Daddy’s ass. And what can Daddy do with this ass?”

“Whatever he wants.”

“Such a good boy,” he purrs, sliding his fingers from me and notching the head of his cock at my hole. There’s a sting as he pushes forward a few times, my rim stretching for the sledgehammer he tries to call a cock. I drop my weight, loving the sweet ache as my body opens for him, and I slide down until he’s fully seated. “God, I’ve missed this ass. This hole that’s only mine.”

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