Page 13 of The Devil in Disguise

I lean my body over hers, my chest against her back. “I don’t like sharing what belongs to me, angel. You’ve clearly been a bad little slut.” I know it’s not fair to punish her for not rebuffing fake Brody, which was actually me anyway, but rational thought has long since left this game. “And tell me, angel, what do bad girls get?”

She sobs and shakes her head, snapping her eyes shut. I grab her jaw tightly and hold her so she’s forced to look at me as much as can from the awkward angle she restrained in. Tears are streaming down her face, her make-up ruined and smeared.

“I won’t ask again. What do bad girls get?”

“Punished,” she manages to choke out between sobs.

“That’s right. Now be a good girl and take your punishment and then we’ll let you pick which of your holes you want us to use, sweetness.” Luke addresses her almost tenderly. I can see her tense at his words. Something about that statement triggered her.Good, she should be nervous around us.

I stand back up and rip her desk drawers open again, rummaging through all the junk. It’s mostly trash and a plethora of battered school supplies. It appears as though my girl has a habit of chewing on her pens and pencils. That’s a sign of anxiety. Interesting. Finally, I find what I’m looking for.

“I’m going to give you ten hits, angel, and I want you to count them for me. For each one you don’t count out loud, you’ll earn one extra.” I explain as I run the flat edge of the metal ruler along her slightly pinkened cheeks.

Her ass has a warm glow to it from the several spanks I placed there, but it’s not enough. I want to see red staining her pristine flesh while her cunt drips down her thighs. I want to hear herbeg and moan. Just the thought has me almost coming in my pants.

“Understand that, sweetheart?” Luke asks as he cups her face again with one hand. His other rubs his growing erection through his pants. A woman tied up and completely at our mercy is exactly what he likes—a fact I’m very aware of. There’s no way he won’t want to participate in everything I have planned for tonight after this. I will have to make sure to keep an eye on him though. I need this plan to go off without any issues. I can’t have him growing attached.

The sound of the metal cutting through the air is sharp—crisp almost. But the sound of it hitting her flesh is fucking heavenly. She lets out a gasp and squirms so hard the table shifts. The welt that blooms along her ass cheek is a thing of true depraved beauty. It’s pain and pleasure written into her flesh.

“One!” she bursts out immediately, surprising us both.

“Good girl,” I praise as I rub my palm softly against the pain I just caused her. She pushes back against my hand, eager for my touch. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” I let my soft touch soothe some of the pain I just inflicted, letting her know I want her pleasure just as much as her pain.

I let the ruler fly down again twice in quick succession. Deep red patches bloom on my girl’s smooth skin.

Fuck.It’s a fucking masterpiece.

“Two! Three!” she shrieks before sobbing.

“Look up,” Luke growls at her, his pants now unzipped to make room for his very obvious erection. She obeys him immediately. “You are being such a good pain slut for us, aren’t you?”

He strokes her cheek softly while I lay another strike against her with the ruler.

“Four!” Her cries are now throaty and desperate and absolutely delectable.

“Let’s try this again.” Luke crouches down in front of her faceto speak to her. Usually I enjoy being completely in control but I’m curious where this is going so I allow him to take the lead and touch what belongs to me—for now. “Are you fucking wet for us right now, sweetheart?”

Yes, she fucking is. I can see the evidence of it soaking her tiny little thong. Slowly, with a choked sob, she nods her head in agreement. Luke nods as well before standing and handing me something. I stare down at the tiny black rubber object in my hand—a mini bullet vibrator. I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. Luke’s like some sort of sick fucking Boy Scout—always prepared for whatever shit we seem to get ourselves into.

“What do good girls get?” I ask her as I shove the tiny device swiftly between her folds, causing her to cry out and squirm.

“Re—rewards?” It’s a question, not a statement. She’s unsure of our intentions. Good, she should be. By the end of tonight, she’ll be begging for Hell over another minute with me.

“That’s right,” I praise as I bring the ruler down against the very tops of her beautiful thick thighs, right at the same moment that Luke takes out his phone to turn on the vibrator.

Her shrieks and screams of pain and pleasure mingle into the most beautiful cacophony of sounds. The red marks across her ass and thighs are swollen and pulsating as I bend down and pull up my mask slightly to lick them. They’re warm against my tongue. Something within me snaps and I know that by the end of the night her pain will be my sweetest sin.

NINE

CELESTE

I’ve willingly sold my soul to the Devil, and now he’s come to collect. I should have pushed him away from the moment I first saw him, but there’s something about this man, this monster, that I’m uncontrollably drawn to. I’m like a moth drawn to the flames of his desire. Now, I’m completely at his mercy as he takes me to the edge of control.

The new man that I don’t know, the demon in front of me, pulls his phone from his pocket, his eyes never leaving mine beneath the cover of his mask. The intensity radiating off him is hypnotizing. His finger clicks something and soft vibration pulses across my tender and needy folds. Pleasure immediately spreads through me as the vibrator they stuck in my panties hums to life.

I’m almost completely consumed by the waring pain and pleasure coursing through every nerve in my body. The stinging sensation along my backside throbs in unison with each pulsebuzzing through my clit. Sweat gathers along my skin and my heart pumps in a sporadic rhythm. It’s too much and somehow not enough. I want—No, I need more.

The demon cocks his head as he watches me squirm and writhe in front of him. “Does that feel good, sweetness?” His voice is deep and smoky. Something about him is so seductively sinful, it makes me desperate to taste him.

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