Page 6 of Devil in Disguise

“Do you like when I play with these?” I ask, switching to the other as he nods. Drawing back my hand, I land a slap to the tightened peek.

“Use your words, pup.”

“Y-yes, my devil. I like that very much.”

“Mmm, good boy.”

I reward him with a single stroke of his cock, and it weeps for me. I know there is no way he will be able to endure ten minutes of this without a little assistance, so I reach back into the drawer and pull out a cock and ball ring.

I work some of the lube into my gloves and fasten it over him, tightening the one around his balls so that it will be harder for him to come.

Testing the waters, I stroke the head of his dick, smearing some of the lube down it before I wrap my hand around the base and stroke up.

“Oh, fuck.”

I laugh under my breath. “You do not come unless I say so,” I command.

“Yes, my devil.”

I give him another stroke causing his legs to shake. “If you think you might come, you will warn me. If you come without any warning, I will torture your cock for twenty minutes and not allow it to feel my pussy squeezing around it.”

He whines even as he nods his head, his breaths panting. “Yes, my devil.”

“Good boy.”

Taking it slow, I alternate strokes with the tips of my nails dancing around his swollen purple head. All the while he writheson the bed, begging and pleading but warning me every time he gets too close.

I enjoy every second of it. Seeing the way his eyes close when he gets close, how he licks his lips and even bites down on them to hold himself back. It’s thrilling, a power trip, and everything I love about my role as a dominatrix.

“Stop. Please. I’m going to come.”

I release him, letting his cock flop onto his stomach with a smack before slapping his balls. He groans, the perfect sound of pain filled pleasure.

It reminds me of when I used the whip on his balls. The sound that echoed around the room was like the prettiest symphony to my ears. But now, he’s like the grand orchestra with his moans and whimpers.

I could easily get addicted to this.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise, giving him a break and tracing a finger down his cheek. “You’re such a good pup.”

I press my lips to his, savoring his submission as he lets me lead even this. When I push myself up, I slide off the side of the bed and his panicked gaze meets mine.

I laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you like that.”

Using the zipper at the top of my body suit, I unzip it so that I can shrug out of the tight fabric. He watches, roaming my body with appreciation. When I take off the gloves, my red painted nails flex in the dim light, and I think he actually groans.

Crawling back on the bed, I straddle him.

“Do you think you have earned this?” I ask, hovering over his swollen length.

“Yes, my devil. Please. I need you.”

My lips lift as I lean over him and unhook his hand restraints. He stays with them above his head as I straighten. I’ve never been with someone who wholeheartedly lets me take the lead,truly giving me every piece of themselves. Except this man has without even knowing my name.

I know I don’t know him, but somehow it feels like I do. There’s a connection, a pull to his energy like I’ve only felt once before. Maybe he can help heal that empty hole in my life that I have ignored for so long now.

“Put your pretty dick in me pup. I want you to make me squirt all over your cock.”

When he thrusts into me, our eyes lock, and that’s when I see it. The set of his jaw, his pouty lips I have dreamt about, the way his eyes look at me as if I were the center of his universe. This isn’t just any pup or submissive. This is the man I haven’t been able to get out of my head for twelve achingly long months.

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