Page 4 of Devil in Disguise

The audience gasps and a thrill runs through me that I’ve never experienced before.

“How should he be punished?” she asks the audience. A few people shout out something, but she must hold out her hand to silence them because they all quickly quiet down.

“For those of you who have joined late and may not know who I am, you may refer to me as Mistress Devil or Devil in Disguise.”

Her heeled feet carry her in front of me, and I strain to look up into her eyes. Just as I see them flash with fire, one of hercontacts moves slightly so that I can see the dark brown isn’t her real color.

“And I make the rules here.”

Murmurs of ‘Yes mistress’ fill the room. She bends down so that we’re at eye level.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, my devil.”

Something about her feels familiar. The swell of her cheeks when she smiles, the way she blushes. I scan every inch of her as she stands, and if I wasn’t strapped to a bench right now, I surely would be on my ass on the ground.

A small lock of red hair peeks out just behind her ear, and all of the blood in my body goes to my dick. Everything swiftly falls into place as I stare at the woman in front of me, recognizing her even through the cloud of lust.

Kandace.

As soon as the realization hits, so does the bite of a whip directly to my balls. It’s then that I know without a doubt, I am head over heels in love with this woman and staying away from her is no longer an option.

Chapter 4

When I began to punish the pup, I never thought he would respond so well. The first crack of the whip to his balls seemed to be quite a shock, but the rest were intoxicating to us both.

This beautiful specimen of a man leaked so much for me that I had to ask him a few times if he came as I whipped his ass, flogged his back, and tied up his balls so they were pulled by his collar.

And every time he responded with a perfect, “No, my devil.”

I don’t think I have ever experienced a better play partner. When I unstrap him from the bench and have him crawl to meon my makeshift throne, I feel compelled to reward him and our audience.

“Sit,” I command.

Once he does, my legs go to either side of his body, and I pull his head down by the leash. He nuzzles my leg, a gesture I had never been fond of until he did it.

I stroke his head, some of his hair coming free at the base of the mask as I reward him. On his list, he requested personal touch as a reward, so I do just that. Gently, I move down his body until I can stroke his cock for only the two of us to see.

“You did so good for me,” I praise softly in his ear.

Giving him a few more strokes, more cum leaks from him. Using my gloved finger, I swipe it up. He watches as I put it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around while his gaze remains fixed on where my finger disappeared.

“Fuck,” he breathes just loud enough for me to hear. It spurs me on, forgetting we have an audience for a moment.

Using the zipper on my bodysuit, I open the seam that will give him access to my pussy. After all, what better way to reward a pup for a job well done than a treat?

“Would you like a reward?” I ask as my fingers circle my clit. I am wetter than I’ve ever been during a performance, making the latex glide over my flesh easily as I tease him.

He’s inches away, but instead of taking what it is clear he wants, he restrains himself. “Yes, my devil.”

Using the leash, I pull him closer.

“Then take what you want,” I encourage.

His eyes flash to mine, something familiar in the gaze before they fall to my center. “Whatever I want?”

And for some unknown reason, I give him permission. “Yes.”

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