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I’m torn, as I can’t deny I’m drawn to him. There’s something about him that just makes me feel more alive than ever before.

Obviously, I don’t want to die, but even without that being thrown into the ultimatum, I’m tempted by his offer.

I want to know if it’s possible for him to make me feel like that. “You have a deal,” I say.

What do I have to lose?

FOUR

Sophia

From the moment I made a deal with the devil, I knew I was done for. Benji’s smug smirk grew as he threw the duvet off, exposing my naked body to him. His eyes rake over me in such an intense way, I feel more vulnerable than ever before.

As always, he seems to be able to tell what I’m thinking. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kitten.”

Then his hands are on me, and everything seems to overwhelm me all at once. His touch is soft and gentle as his hands roam all over, yet they leave behind a fire that makes me want so much more.

He flicks his thumb over my nipples, alternating between them until they’re both peaked and tender, before he flicks his tongue over the buds. I arch my back into him, pressing my nipple into his mouth as he grazes his teeth over it in just the right way to pull a moan from my lips.

He moves from one side to the next until I’m whimpering, super sensitive from his ministrations. My core is aching and my pussy is wet, craving that same attention.

He kisses his way down my body, nipping and sucking on my flesh in the most maddening, almost claiming way. My head is swimming, and I can’t think clearly as I try to pull in some much-needed air.

He settles in between my legs, bending them as much as he can with the ropes holding me in place. They’re not as taut around my ankles, allowing me to shift my arse around a little, giving him the access he needs.

My wrists are sore from where I’ve been fighting against the rope, from the desperate urge to touch him.

He looks up at me through hooded lashes, appearing more dangerous than ever, and my heart stutters. He’s fucking gorgeous, and I need him.

He doesn’t start out tentative like some men do. Benji attacks my pussy with expert precision, his tongue devouring me in just the right way.

He pays attention to the way I move, the noises I make at certain times, or how my walls clench around him when he does something that drives me mad, and it’s not long before he knows what I like better than I do.

“You’re dripping wet, Kitten. Is it all for me?” he growls, as he flicks his tongue over my slit, making me mewl for him.

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth, throwing my head back when he slides a finger inside.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock,” he mutters against my clit, the vibrations of his voice adding to the fucking overwhelming sensations.

He adds a second finger beside the first and I cry out, stretched beyond anything I’ve experienced before. Then again, Benji seems to have more skills and experience than every boy I’ve been with, so it’s not surprising.

“Does that feel good, Kitten?” he asks.

I nod, not able to find the words as he curves his fingers, hitting that perfect spot deep inside that even I struggle to find sometimes. His fingers still, and I start to grumble, but it quickly turns into a yelp when rolls me slightly onto my side and slaps his hand against my arse.

My yelp turns to a whimpering moan as he rubs his hand over my no doubt now red arse, and I’m a little overwhelmed by how much I enjoyed him spanking me.

“Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you? You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

Heat floods my cheeks, and I close my eyes to hide from the shame. Benji places his hand gently on my thigh, squeezing to get my attention. He waits until I’m looking at him, and the smile on his face is blinding.

“I love that you like a little pain. It’s so fucking hot. I also love the way your cunt clenched around my fingers when I spanked you. I didn’t think you could get wetter, but you did, and it was fucking delicious. Don’t ever be ashamed of what you like, Kitten,” he tells me, as his thumb lazily brushes over my clit.

“It felt good,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you like my fingers in your tight cunt?” I nod, but Benji frowns. “Use your words, Kitten.”

“Yes, it feels amazing,” I admit, and his smug smirk returns.

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