Page 53 of Unholy

Silly boy. Not yet, I’m still having fun.

Gripping his jaw, I squeeze, pinching his skin with my fingers. “The greatest gift is you at my mercy, begging at my feet and worshipping the ground I walk on. Now, shut up and let me play,” I snap, teasing.

Fuck, I can feel my pussy dripping down my leg. And I am still learning that with him, it’s okay to feel such desire.

Taking my mind off it, I lean forward and place his hard nipple between my teeth, teasing and pinching, as my tongue laps it. Nathaniel’s body continues to quiver, I love edging him to the brink. Biting once more, I then pull back and trace his endless ink with my eyes, admiring his beauty.

Looking down, I see his toes flexing, and reaching behind I rotate the plug inside of him, and continue to watch his body language. Cries of need follow, I have him right where I want him. Chuckling to myself, I stop and grip the ribbed dildo next. Squirting lube on it, I pull out the plug, replacing it with the dildo. Slowly I inch it inside of him. Nathaniel’s breathing becomes heavier and I can hear his heart racing. I get it halfway in before pulling it out. He moans in agony from the lost connection. I do this a few more times, teasing, edging, while each getting louder and louder reactions.

Edging the tip back in, I slowly insert it inside of him, working his taint by grinding it back and forth. His body reacts, riding the dildo in return and chasing his building release.

His legs tremble, his orgasm is building, and his head moves from side to side. But he knows better than to come without permission; the last time he disobeyed, I edged him three times a day for a week.

Looking down, I see distinct red marks coloring his skin where the spikes spanked him, and I smile in satisfaction knowing that it’s my mark he wears.

More teeth chattering can be heard on top of the intense panting. The room is getting warmer and my own skin is beginning to become moist.

I move the cock faster inside of him, building and edging his release.

Wrapping one of my legs around his, I push the sharp heel of my boot into calf muscle then whisper, “Come,” while reaching for his swollen aching cock. I undo my tie and the rope releases the building pressure. Ribbons of cum shoot out of his tip, and a loud roar erupts from deep within his chest. White lines from the tie adorn his skin, around his swollen cock.

Nathaniel continues to ride the rubber cock in his ass, as his body trembles violently. I keep my leg wrapped around his and I can feel his muscles convulsing under me. His hips buck with each shot of release falling to the ground. My thumb tickles his tip as I gather his release and bring some to his lips. I trace along them, leaving a trail of himself on me, for him to taste once his mouth is freed. As his body calms, I take the dildo out and toss it to the chair. Undoing the blindfold and gag, I drop them to the ground.

My eyes watch with need, as Nathaniel licks his lips, he moans in satisfaction while he enjoys the taste of himself.

“You did so good, baby,” I praise, and he smiles with heavy-lidded eyes.

I release my leg from his. Bending down in front of him, and I grab ahold of his cock, bringing the tip to my lips and kiss him. We never break eye contact. “Would you like to take a bath?” I ask in a soothing tone, and his head nods in response.

I lick his cum off my lips, savoring every drop, and rise to unlatch his hands from the chains. His arms immediately fall limp on top of my shoulders, which is to be expected as most of the blood is likely drained from them hanging up for so long.

Holding him close, he puts most of his weight on me as he recovers, and I whisper words of praise and gratitude into his ear. Aftercare is the most important part.

I tickle the back of his neck with my nails, and softly whisper, “Let’s go, baby, we’ll take a warm bath with salts then sleep. How does that sound? And maybe later, I’ll let you drive the Aston, as a treat.”

His deep voice graces my ears, panting, “Perfect, Puppet,”

NATHANIEL

EPILOGUE TWO

Bright pink, yellow, and blue party balloons decorate Elijah’s backyard. Even the pig pen has streamers hanging off it. Because today is a big day for the Sinclair family, it is my first grandbaby's birthday.

I hear the back door close. Looking over, I spot Elijah holding the birthday girl. He is absolutely enamored and obsessed with his daughter, Sid Sinclair. Behind him Rain follows, her stomach poking out from under her tee. She is nearly six months pregnant with their second child. Never did I think this future would be mine.

Elijah and his tendencies didn’t leave much room for companionship, but when he found Rain, his entire life held a new meaning. He started to show more fire and passion, and a willingness to learn and understand her human nature. He thrives on making her happy, how she felt becoming the most important thing to him. And now that’s been extended to his daughter.

He still couldn’t give two shits about anyone in such depth, and I am convinced he is still trying to kill Rylee, but it’s fine. I’veexplained to her that if he wasn’t fazed by her, that’s when she should worry. Because she would have been dead already.

The Devil’s Society was a rather smooth transition, considering the circumstances. We kept a lot of outside contacts, dealers, suppliers, law enforcement, banks, and academics, and many later even admitted they prefer dealing with us. We are fair, but firm.

Initiation nights are not announced and they are nothing like Hell Fire Night. We keep to ourselves and don’t involve the town. Everything is internal; those involved in the lifestyle only. And no more masks. People know where they stand, they know the rules and that you either follow them or end up six feet under. We also had to take the bodies down from the church after a few days, as they started rotting with bodily fluids oozing out of their orifices. It was fucking vile.

Elijah was annoyed, but I told him next time we needed to set an example, and he could remake his version of the ‘last supper.’ And that poor priest, E is up his ass all the time whenever he sees the old guy. He holds his arms out and preaches about him being our new bitch.

To be clear, the priest isn’t our bitch, but we do use the church, often for meetings, and other extracurricular activities. And the town seems to appreciate the new changes. Of course they were rattled by the events leading up to our takeover, but we’ve embedded ourselves within the community to help better it; while also fulfilling our own agendas.

I hear Rylee squeal first, rushing over to her cousin Cecilia, who just arrived with my brother, D.

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