Page 7 of Devil in Disguise

“There she is,” he says, his voice slapping me in the face like a cold bucket of water.

But when he rolls his hips, I can’t seem to care about lines or boundaries anymore. Because I want this; I want him. And I just might be willing to lose everything because of it.

Cameron rips the mask from his face, his curly brown hair coming out to play, and I delve my fingers into it, using it as my anchor. I take my time, looking down at his face and memorizing every detail while thinking of all of the things he gave me.

Being with Cameron wasn’t just a fear because we work for the same crime family, and I wanted to be careful about not crossing lines. It was also because I was scared he wouldn’t be able to accept this part of me.

It’s very rare for me to tell a man that I want to be a leader in the bedroom and they agree. It’s even more rare, when I get out the collar, that I can get them to crawl for me.

They always assume it’s a game, like what I really want is for them to crawl for one or two seconds and then have tables turned on me. It’s not, and when they do that, I feel like there’ssomething wrong with me. It feels as if accepting my kink is too much for them even if they agree beforehand.

But not Cameron. The way he submits so willingly is beautiful. There are so many things I want to do to him right now, so many surfaces I want to strap him down to as I toy with him. All of these ideas hit me at once, my gaze never leaving his.

“Take off the mask, my devil. Show me who you really are.Please.”

His words hit a chord with my heart because I want that. I want to show him who I am and I want him to love me for me. I want what I have been afraid of for a year now.

So, with his cock buried inside of me, I first remove my mask, then the wig.

I even take out the contacts, making him smile as I rock on top of him.

“You feel better than I could have imagined,” I say as I take what I want while he stares at me. My fingers toy with my clit, and he watches as if memorizing every movement for a test later.

Actually, that’s a good idea. A little test for my pup.

“You are exactly what I’ve always wanted.”

I use my knees to push up so that he is nearly out of me, before falling back down on him. His hands move to my hips, not controlling, but aiding my movements.

The collar is still around his neck, so I grab the leash and pull it so that I can claim his mouth.

This feeling is exactly what I was afraid of. The possessiveness that comes out to play when I want something for myself, and I want Cameron.

“That’s my good boy,” I say, pulling his mouth to my tits. “Show me how much you want to come inside of me.”

And holy fuck does he do just that. He sucks on my nipple, nibbling until I’m on the edge.

“Are you going to give me your cum, pup? Do you have it allsaved up just for me?”

He groans as I pet his head, giving him the affection he deserves for how good he’s making me feel.

“It’s all yours, my devil. Every last drop.”

I ride him harder. When his hand slides between us, he looks at me with a question in his eyes.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“May I touch you, my devil?”

I close my eyes, relishing this role. The way he whines, as if he needs to give me pleasure as much as he wants it for himself is what has me moving his hand to my center.

“You may touch.”

Talented fingers brush my core, slipping back and forth until he finds the spot that has me gasping for breath.

“Right there,” I breathe. “Such a good boy.”

My praise spurs him on, his thrusts from below become even more powerful.

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