Page 26 of Unholy

Even if it is only for thirty seconds, it’s those seconds my brain isn’t always playing chess, trying to predict what’s to come or has been and how to handle it.

Bending girls over my desk got me off, but it never fully satisfied me.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

Shifting eyes look at her. My body turns slowly to face her, and I nod. But Rylee isn’t satisfied with my response. “Say it,” she demands.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Devil.”

The corner of her mouth rises. Satisfied, she steps closer, and her bare legs taunt me.

“Mr. Sinclair, I do hope your men getallmy things. We could have a lovely time with them.” Her face glows with excitement.

Fuck. So do I.

“On your back.” Her voice firms, becoming more serious. Lifting my legs back onto my bed, her voice penetrates my ears once more. “I can’t hear you.”

Looking up at her, she glares.

“Yes, Ms. Vandenberg.”

This warrants a “Good boy.”

My cock twitches underneath my underwear at hearing it.

“You’re lucky I found a treat from my dungeon in my overnight bag.”

Rylee’s fingers slowly glide up her thighs and disappear under the hem of her long shirt. She has something tucked away; I can briefly see something pushing against her shirt as it moves down her body.

A glint of light from outside hits it, bouncing off the silver object as it becomes uncovered.

“Take your cock out,” she demands.

Taking a deep breath, my chest rises and my heart continues to race. Moving my hands to my abdomen, my fingers hook under my waistband, and I shimmy my underwear down. Arching my back, they slide under my backside and down my pelvis. My cock springs out, precum already leaking from my tip. As I continue to remove my boxer briefs, my balls are exposed next.

“Stop,” she demands.

And I listen.

Removing my hands from the waistband, my palms sweat in anticipation. Her eyes remain unmoved, staring at my face, completely unfazed by my exposed cock. It is taking everything in me to not touch myself, to tug on him while rubbing my tip, desperate for release.

Fuck it.

My fingers wrap around my girth, squeezing my cock hard as I pull on him and take her in.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Rylee is on the bed. Her knees between my legs with a deadly scowl on her face. “I never said you could touch.”

Letting go, I admit defeat. No point in arguing with her. She is in control. She speaks; I obey.

At the same time, that silver object is being placed around my cock, between two of my barbell piercings.

“What do you say?” Her brow arches in amusement.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Vandenberg.” I’m always man enough to apologize and mean it.

The object tightens around me, and as it does, she informs me, “Bad boys don’t get rewarded.”

With each turn, I feel a sharpness poking my sensitive skin, like teeth but sharper during a blowjob.

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