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Rising to my feet, I am met by familiar faces. D and Cecilia are on one side of me. Rylee, Greta, Rain, and Elijah on the other.

I do not take this responsibility lightly.

“We fucking did it.” D grips my shoulder. My heart is racing, and adrenaline courses through my veins as it all starts to hit me. We fucking pulled this off. Emotion fills my eyes, but I blink quickly to clear any evidence. Nodding my head, I allow myself this one moment to bask in the glory of our win.

Because we are nowThe Devil’s Society.

RYLEE

EPILOGUE ONE

Months Later

Spinning on his tiptoes with his wrists chained to the ceiling, I watch Nathaniel hanging naked and vulnerable with a black blindfold on, all from the dark corner of my dungeon. Looking around the dimly lit space, with red walls and black accessories lining the small room, it has everything from toys to tables, mirrors to my beautiful saltire cross and my beautiful black leather chair that I am sitting in now.

My legs are crossed, my black latex-covered foot swings as I take in everything around me. Pride fills my chest.

I pull on my high pony to stop any tears from welling in my eyes. Because I recognize how lucky I am to be me, free to express myself in ways that are true to my being. Many are not and it kills me inside.

Fuck. I shake my head of all outside thoughts, focusing back on the fine specimen before me.

Nathaniel kept his word and hired a construction crew the week following the events in the church. And I, out of respect to my very new relationship, only see three of my long-term clientsa couple times a month, and I am never intimate with them myself, I only assist in feeding their needs and cravings. To be clear, Nathaniel never petitioned me to do this, it’s something I wanted, to set the boundary in order to see where this went or is going.

Gingerly I rise while watching myself in the mirror, with black lace panties to match my black latex knee-high boots and black latex bra that has tiny gold chain’s dripping over my midriff.

Next to me, I take the ball gag off the wall and slowly walk toward my prey, allowing the suspense to build. Reaching out, I admire my silver claw glove Rain gave me. I like wearing it during our sessions occasionally.

Nathaniel’s been hanging for ten minutes already, waiting in anticipation with a hard cock and precum glistening. Standing behind him, I hush in his ear to soothe him while placing the ball in his mouth. My breath tickles him because I can feel tiny goosebumps rising on his skin, followed by the sound of his teeth clamping around the ball as I buckle it at the back of his head.

Using the sharp claw, I start dragging it down from the base of his skull, down his spine, applying more pressure the farther down I go. He shivers and moans, completely giving in to me.

“My good fucking boy. Aren’t you?” He nods eagerly to please. I take my other hand and rake my fingers through his thick white hair then grip it at the base, pulling his head back toward me.

“Are you going to let me play with you? Do anything I fucking want to you?” I toy.

He tries to nod, but groans instead, letting me know he’s ready. Before we started, I made him repeat our safe word to me. Devil. And if he can’t speak, he knows to moan three times in quick succession and I will stop.

My nail reaches his bottom, his cheeks clench and his body rolls as I tickle that sensitive spot. Smirking with my black-painted lips, I step back with my heels clicking on the hard cement floor. Walking to the wall, I unhook my black paddle with silver spikes and brush my fingers overtop of it. At the same time, a fun idea comes to mind. Reaching up, I also take our bejeweled plug off the shelf. I only use this on him, it's special to us.

Stepping forward, I spit on the silver plug and waste no time inserting it into his rectum. Who would have suspected, Nathaniel is a man who loves ass play. He cannot get enough of it now that he’s had it once. Once the plug is secure, I swiftly swing the paddle in one fluid motion and spank my good boy.

“Count with me,” I hiss, and he obeys. Muffled numbers are shouted with each one. The wood cracks against his skin as the metal spikes add another layer of pleasure, heightening this experience for him. I continue to watch his cheeks clench around the plug. The tighter he grips it, the more it rubs against his sensitive taint.

We get to, “Four.” Crack. “Five.” Crack. Before switching cheeks and doing the same amount on the other side.

I see his body trembling. “You will not come until I say you are allowed,” I hiss at him, holding the paddle just barely above his skin. “I will stop if you do,” I threaten.

His body rotates in protest, soft hisses escaping him as the chains nip at his skin.

Yanking at his hair, I praise, “Good. Now stay still, we aren’t done.”

“Yes, Ms. Vandenberg,” is mumbled through the gag, which pleases me.

I finish the other side and drop the paddle to the floor, the loud smack making him jump. I’ve taken his sight therefore the other senses are working overtime.

Next I take a single piece of red rope, and spin him so he is hanging in front of me. His cock throbs, I take my gloved hand and move the sharp nail from base to tip. His stomach muscles flex; I take the rope and begin tying it around him, doing figure eights around and over the piercings before wrapping it tightly at his base and knotting it. Circulation is being cut off, and his cock turns beautiful shades of blue and purple. Nathaniel’s body wiggles, the sensation is overwhelming, the buildup grows and the need for release increases.

Whimpers follow, muffled pleads and begging. “Please, please, Ms. Vandenberg.”

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