Page 26 of The Devil in Disguise

No one responds. Why would they? There’s no one here to respond. I’ve been alone most of my life, having left the shit hole foster home I grew up in as soon as I was able to. But still, sometimes it occurs to me that it wouldn’t be all bad to have someone to come home to.

Throwing my briefcase down on the granite island countertop. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. There’s a plate left on the center of the island, wrapped in Saran Wrap with warming instructions from my housekeeper. She’s a saint of a woman and I’d be legitimately lost without her.

Walking to the fridge, I pull open the large stainless steel door with slightly more aggression than intended. I’m clearly worked up. I’ll need to blow off some steam tonight. Grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge, I slam the door and lean against the cool, black countertop. The cold liquid sliding down my throat feels heavenly after the day I had.

I relax and slide my phone from my dress slacks. I haven’t checked my phone much today besides monitoring the situation going on upstairs. I open the app on my phone and my screen flashes with the live feed of the cameras in the bedroom right above where I currently stand. I watch for a moment, then satisfied that everything is in order, I close the cameras and check my notifications. I have several text messages, mostly from my mom and Garett, but one is unexpected.

A sly smile slides across my face as I open the message from my sweet little flower.

Hey! Look I know this is forward and all but I had a really great time on Halloween weekend. Would you wanna hang out again sometime?

Usually I’m very much opposed to a woman taking control but there’s something about this girl that makes my insides churn. I rarely fuck the same pussy twice, but for her I’m willing to make an exception. More than just an exception, actually. I’d be fucking thrilled to let my hand slide through her pink tresses and guide her sweet little mouth to my cock. Just the thought of her on her knees for me has me half hard.

I’d love to. Name the date and time. This time I’m taking you out though. A girl like you deserves more than just a quick fuck.

I start to close out the conversation but I notice bubbles pop up almost instantly, informing me she’s responding. My girl is eager. I fucking love that.

Alright, but can we squeeze that quick fuck in after dinner?

Dragging my fingers through my dark hair, I can’t help but let out a small laugh. This girl is dangerous. I type and retype my response several times, worried it’s not right.

What the hell is happening to me? When did I become concerned about texting the right thing to some chick I fucked once?I might be in some serious trouble with this girl. Especially when she finds out what I’ve done to her best friend. I know there’s no possible way for this to end well, and yet I can’t seem to stop myself.

I have no intention of fucking you quickly. I intend to take you out for a nice dinner, show you that I can be a gentleman. Then I intend to eat your sweet pussy for dessert while you come on my face again and again.

Suddenly realizing I’ve been lost in my thoughts and too busy texting Olivia, I quickly flip back to the camera app. Fuck, I’ve been distracted too long. I open the other app and quickly shut everything off. Then I head upstairs.

Barreling up the stairs three at a time, I head to the level above. I know I’m being loud as I rush up the stairs. I’m purposelymaking noise. I want her to hear me coming. The thought of the fear and adrenaline rushing though her as she hears the monster coming for her has me fucking feral. I want her to be a complete mess tonight as I shred her apart. The closer I get, the more the anticipation sparks a need within me. I’ve had a long damn day and I know just the way to unwind and unleash my pent-up energy.

Throwing the door open, it bangs against the wall. The loud crash echoes through the room. Her head whips to the door, looking for the cause of the noise. She knows I’m here but she has no idea what’s in store for her tonight.

I stand in the doorway, both hands braced against the frame. My chest heaves as I take in the sight in front of me. If she could see me she’d surely fear the beast prowling towards its prey.

Celeste is splayed out on the bed in the center of the room. Her wrists are bound together with leather cuffs, strapped to the top of the metal frame of the bed. Each of her ankles is also cuffed in leather and strapped to the bedpost, but they’re splayed wide, exposing her delicious thighs that shake as they try to close. She’s trying desperately to close her legs and gain some sense of control, but she won’t be able to. I made sure she was secured tightly before I left for work earlier. If I could see her eyes, I’m sure she’d be glaring at me, but currently they’re hidden behind the leather hood she has on. Her tits are bare and open to the cool air of the room, her nipples pebbled and hardened with need. As much as her mouth claims resistance, her body always reveals just how needy my girl is for me.

“Have you been a good girl for me today, sweetness?” I ask as I stalk towards my precious prey. I can see her quivering as I approach. I remove the gag from her mouth, allowing her to answer me.

“Please,” she begs as I gently run a single finger across the pale flesh of her stomach. Her skin immediately erupts withgoosebumps.

“Do you want to come?” I taunt as I run my hand over the leather thong she has on–the only piece of clothing I’ve allowed her to wear today, besides the hood. “Have you not enjoyed the gifts I’ve been giving you?”

Earlier, I placed a remote-controlled vibrator in her pussy before I left. While I was in my stupid fucking negotiations all damn day, I kept an eye on her. Periodically, throughout the day I turned on the vibrator, watching her writhe and squirm on the bed, desperately chasing her release. Each time she appeared to be close, I turned the vibrations off, edging her into a state of delirium. At this point I’m fairly certain she’d be willing to do whatever I asked in order to come.

“I loved them, Master. But please, Sir, may I come now? Please?”

“So fucking needy, baby girl.” I tsk at her while running my fingers up and down her thighs in a soft, hypnotic rhythm.

Swiftly I bring my hand down on the inside of her thigh. She screams at the sudden slap. A bright red hand print blooms on her pale skin and it immediately makes my cock thicken further in my pants.

“Unfortunately, I’ve had a very long day and I need you to help me out before I give you what you need. Can you do that for me, sweetness?”

“Yes,” she says with hesitation interlaced in her tone. Her lack of submission is unacceptable. I bring my hand down again, this time on her other thigh. She cries out in pain. Her screams are music to my fucking ears.

“I want to see you marked as mine, covered in red and bruises, and dripping with need for your master’s cock. Then and only then will I let you come. You can have my cock in your tight little pussy when you’ve earned it. Do you understand?” I ask as I softly caress the hand prints I’ve left on her thighs.

Since I brought her home last week, my need for her has only grown. I took a risk changing the plan and taking her from Garett but I couldn’t let her slip through my fingers. He didn’t need her dead for his plan to work and I couldn’t let her go. I knew from the moment I first touched her that she was meant to be mine. There’s something about her that calls to a part of my dark and deviant soul.

“Please, Sir… use me however you need.”

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