Page 12 of The Devil in Disguise

Tears well in her beautiful hazel eyes as she stares up at my monstrosity. I take her all in and notice that with her shirt undone, her black lace bra is on full display.

“Such a slutty bra to wear to work. Was my little angel waiting for me to come and corrupt her today? Looking for a little Halloween mischief?” My fingers trace the outline of her bra in soft and teasing strokes. I see her nipples harden through the lace. “I’m happy to oblige.” I bring my hand down swiftly on thetop of her tits. The sharp slap turning her delicate and pale flesh a violently beautiful shade of red. It causes my cock to thicken in my pants.

“Stop it!” she yells as she attempts to hold her ruined shirt together. “I don’t know who either of you are, or how you found me at work, but you need to go!”

“You didn’t seem to mind me being around the other night as you swallowed my dick.” I step into her again, cupping her cheek almost lovingly, as if we were sharing a tender moment.

She shoves me away again. “I mean it! You both need to leave or I’m calling the cops!”

Rage boils inside me that she’d dare threaten me. She clearly needs to be reminded who the fuck is in control here. I reach out and grab her wrist, hauling her towards me until her chest hits mine.

“You have the Devil standing in front of you, and you dare to tempt him?” I snarl down at her.

Without waiting for a response, I twist her arm behind her back. She lets out a sharp cry of anguish but I don’t stop. She had her chance and she chose to be a brat. Now I’m going to teach her a lesson.

“Take off your belt and help me over here,” I say to Luke over my shoulder as I walk Celeste to her desk.

With one hand still holding onto her restrained wrist, I swipe my other across the surface. Papers and pens go flying across the room.

“You motherfucker!” she snarls as she rages against me. It’s no use, I’m too big and too strong for her to get any leverage. I’m almost a foot taller than her, even in her heels. She can fight me all she wants. All she’s doing is wearing herself out. “I just spent hours cleaning that shit up!”

I place my feet between her legs and push on her arm, causing her to bend at the waist. Her top half slams against the hardsurface of the desk. I grind my rock hard erection into her squirming ass. I have her pinned down and at my mercy, but it’s not enough. I need her further restrained in order to do what I truly want to her.

“Use your belt to tie down her other arm,” I instruct Luke.

He moves in and she turns completely feral trying to avoid him. My angel can clearly tell we have sinister intentions but her struggle is pointless. She’s completely overpowered. Grabbing her left wrist, he pulls her arm taut before securing her to one leg of the desk. With my free hand, I remove my own belt and pull her right arm just as tightly over the edge of the desk, securing her second wrist to the other desk leg.

“Please! Please, wait. I’ll be good! I won’t call the cops, I swear!” she whines and begs. But it’s no use.

“You’ve earned your punishment, and now you’ll take it,” I whisper to her as I stand and appraise my work. She’s tightly secured to the surface of the desk, spread wide for me, ready for my sin. Her skirt hikes higher and higher up her spread thighs every time she tries to free herself. I lick my lips and watch as she flails in panic. She’s going to look fucking delicious with her skin painted red for me.

“Let me go!” she seethes as she attempts to loosen the binds holding her down.

“I don’t know. Demon, what do you think?” I run my hand up and down on the soft flesh of her ass as I address Luke. My other hand reaches into my pocket, my fingers wrapping around the handle of my knife. “Has she been a good girl or does she need to be taught to behave like a proper little slut?”

“She definitely needs to be taught a lesson.” Luke’s eyes are assessing our captive with a hungry gaze that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen in him before.

Swiftly I bring my hand down fast on the soft flesh of her ass. She cries out in response to me and grinds into the desk.

Interesting.

“Does my little slut like being spanked?” I ask as I gently caress her tender flesh.

“No!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, angel. Lying is a sin, you know.” I bring my hand down again swiftly, spanking her twice in quick succession. She screams and curses profanities at me.

“Maybe you need to reword the question,” Luke suggests as he cups her face and uses his thumb to smudge the make-up running down her pale cheeks. “Does being spanked make your pussy wet, sweetheart?”

I can’t see her face fully from this angle but I can see her shake her head, refusing to acknowledge what a greedy little pain slut she truly is. The demonic grin splayed across the mask Luke has dawned is sinister and I can tell his gaze is focused solely on the feast of flesh spread out in front of us. My little angel is in for one hell of a night.

I pull the knife out of my pocket and let the blade flip out, then press the cold metal against the warm flesh of her inner thigh. She shrieks and flails when she realizes what’s going on. Trying desperately to turn her head to see what I’m doing she pulls against the bindings, but she’s tied down too tightly. Bringing the blade up to the slit in her skirt, I let it slide into the black fabric before pulling. The sound of clothing shredding fills the empty room. The ruined strips of her skirt pool around her hips as her exposed flesh is revealed.

“Oh, angel, you’re wearing a matching set of lace lingerie? Did you wear them for me, hoping I’d show up and have my way with you again?” I snap her black lace thong against her skin and grind into her from behind. She gasps as I push my hard length against her folds.

“Or did you wear this for someone else? Were you expecting someone else to come corrupt you tonight?” I punctuate myquestion with another smack to her ass. It’s turning a beautiful shade of pale rouge that calls to the animalistic demon inside me.

“No!” She screams her denial between sobs.

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