Page 15 of The Devil Within

“You’re delicious,” I croon as I lift her and undress her fully.

It takes a bit of effort but I position us so that we’re together on her bed. I’m on my knees, with her thighs draped open over my legs. Her back rests against my front with her head lulled on my shoulder. Her breaths are heavy and even, her lids fluttering slightly. In front of us on the floor rests her full length mirror. This way I can hold her up, play with her, and watch it all. It’s perfect.

I bring my hand up to one of her beautiful breasts and knead the tender flesh. She’s made for me; her tit fits perfectly in my hand. She whines as I pull on her sensitive nipple until it’s hard and erect. Reaching down next to us, I grab one end of the nippleclamps and open the clamp. As I bring the metal to her hardened nub, my cock throbs in anticipation. I watch our reflection with rapt attention as I let the ends of the clamp tighten on her skin. Once it pinches her sensitive flesh she groans and her entire body jerks. She faintly moves back towards consciousness while her head flails back and forth on my shoulder. I move to the other side next, rolling and teasing her nipple until it’s hard enough for the second clamp of the set. This time when I bring the metal down to pinch her breast she mewls and her eyes open slightly.

“There she is,” I whisper through the voice distorter in my mask as her heavy lids open enough for her to take in my monstrous form holding her naked body. Her eyebrows furrow as her fuzzy mind tries to make sense of what’s going on. She’s too fucked up to truly realize, but I don’t give her a chance anyway.

Setting my hand on the next item laid out for us, I flip the switch on it and the room fills with the soft sound of buzzing. As I bring the pink toy up in front of her, I watch it grind and vibrate.

“I watched you, you know?” I tell her as I guide the vibrating rabbit toy to the outside of her pussy lips and let it lightly graze against her folds. “While you used this on yourself. I couldn’t stop myself from jacking off while I watched you come. Your pleasure is intoxicating, my sweet siren.”

I tilt her head forward with my free hand, making sure she can see the mirror as I stroke the vibrator against her clit. She moans and writhes against the toy, needing more than I’m willing to give her.

“Eyes open, princess. I need you to watch yourself as you come undone for your demon,” I croon as I shove the toy inside her with a harsh thrust.

She cries out as her body jumps from the intrusion. I don’tgive her a moment to adjust. I shove the pink vibrator in and out of her, letting the curved end hit her walls exactly where she needs it. Her heavy lids open slightly as she looks in the mirror, watching her pussy greedily take the toy.Interesting. Her breaths come out in desperate little pants as she careens closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“You like watching yourself, don’t you?” I ask as her blown out pupils focus solely on where the pink silicone is sliding in and out of her pretty pussy. “You’re such a desperate little slut for your own pleasure, aren’t you baby?”

She mumbles something unintelligible while she desperately grinds against my lap. My cock is hard as steel against the soft flesh of her reddened ass. It eagerly pulses, anticipating sinking into her tight hole—any of them, all of them. Fuck, I’d take her hand at this point. I’m absolutely desperate for her. But I won’t fuck her, not when she’s this out of it. No, when I fuck her, I want her completely conscious and aware of the pleasure I’m pulling from her body with my cock. I want her to beg for it like the good girl I know she’ll be for me.

“You want to come for me, baby girl?” I ask as I move the vibrator in and out of her tightness at a punishing pace. “Be my good girl and show me how good it feels.” I give the chain connecting the nipple clamps a sharp pull with my other hand.

That sends my girl over the edge. She cries out and throws her head back against my shoulder as she comes—hard. Her entire body throbs with pleasure as she comes for me. Her cum leaks from her pussy, drenching the toy and my hand.

“Good girl,” I praise her as she begins to come down.

I slowly remove the toy from her body, turn it off, and throw it down on the bed. Moving her off my lap, I lay her down on the mattress. She lets out several, sweet, little, satisfied noises that let me know just how hard she came. Tonight was supposed to be about her pleasure, but I can’t avoid my hardened lengththrobbing uncomfortably as I run my hand along the silken skin. My cock jumps in my hand at the slight touch. I’m already leaking precum from playing with my girl.

Placing my knees on the bed, I straddle her satisfied and sated form. She’s passed back out, completely exhausted from the intense orgasm I just pulled from her. I use my thumb to spread the precum from the tip down my length. Pumping myself with my fist, I stare down at the infuriatingly addictive woman beneath me. I wish I could let her go. It’d be so much easier to not be this obsessed with her. But I can’t help myself. Every waking thought in my head seems to find its way back to her. She’s slithered her way into my soul and I can’t seem to dampen the intense flame of desire I have for her. Her beautiful breasts sway as I shake the bed with my movements, pumping my cock in desperation. Her nipples are still tightly clamped and held together with a chain; the sight of her chained and unconscious beneath me, at my mercy, is maddening.

“Fuck!” I scream out into the silence of her empty room as I roughly fuck myself with my fist. Leaning back, my balls tighten and I explode. White hot ropes of cum shoot across her tanned skin. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body as I mark her chest and breasts with my release.

When I finally finish I collapse to my elbows, holding myself above her and sucking in deep breaths. I’m shaking from how hard I just came. This girl will be my complete and utter undoing. I lean down slightly and bring the mask against her face, wishing I could pepper her pristine flesh with kisses from my lips.

Once recovered, I rise back up to stand. I retrieve my clothes and tuck myself back into my slacks as I stare down at my sleeping siren. She’s a vision. I hate to leave her but I need to get back to our pet. I remove the nipple clamps and make sure to drape a blanket over her unconscious figure so she doesn’t gettoo cold. Before leaving, I pull my mask up ever so slightly, just enough to expose my lips. I place a soft kiss against her temple as I whisper to her without the voice distorter for once, “See you soon, my good girl.”

TEN

Olivia

The Sound of Silence by Disturbed

Waking up this morning was … jarring. I remember drinking and downing some pills last night after learning Celeste was actually missing. But after that things got fuzzy. I have unclear memories of dreams about demons and monsters. I must have somehow got myself really worked up because I woke up sore between my thighs. My breasts ached too, and next to me were my nipple clamps and my vibrator. At first, I thought I’d drunkenly fucked myself to thoughts of masked men. Until I sat up and felt thesensation of something dried and flaky sticking to my skin.

Panic raced through my entire being as I sat up and stared into the full length mirror at the bottom of my bed. I was covered in cum. There’s no other explanation for the streaks of peeling whiteness painted across my chest and stomach. Flashes of watching myself in the mirror while a monster held me tight as he fucked me with my own toy ran across my mind.

Bile rises in my throat realizing that he had been here while I slept. He had touched me, made me come, then covered me in his release. I scrubbed my skin raw in the shower until it was red. I needed to get the scent of him off of me. I had thought maybe my stalker was secretly just looking out for me after what happened in the club. But knowing that he broke in here, that he took advantage of me while I was passed out … it’s terrifying. I can’t decide if I’m more scared or infuriated, the two emotions warring for control of me. This man, this monster, has fucked with me for the last time. The next time I see him, I’ll be using a knife to stab him in the goddamned gut,notletting him convince me to use it on someone else. I was dumb and foolish to think he was anything other than a predator.

I step out of the shower and use my palm to wipe the steam off the mirror. Assessing my reflection, I look tired. The stress of all this is starting to take its toll on me. When I enter my bedroom again, his scent still lingers. It’s expensive. He smells like spice and vanilla. If I weren’t so damn mad, I’d find it alluring. But as is, I need the memory of him and his touch out of here. Throwing on some yoga pants and an oversized tee, I pull all the bedding off my bed and run it to the washing machine. I make sure to put in plenty of lavender scented detergent to try to rid the fabric of his memory. My mind knows he’s evil but my body apparently didn’t get the memo last night as I came all over him and my bedding. Heat flushes my cheeks at the hazy memory of our encounter.

I have a brief flash of his lips on me and his voice in my ear. Not the distorted, electronic voice that he usually uses, but his real voice. He said something to me without the mask, I’m sure of it. And the voice is familiar; it pulls at the thread of a memory, but I can’t quite place it. A shiver runs up my spine at the thought that he might be someone I know, someone in my life.What if my stalker isn’t a stranger at all?

I don’t have time to think too long about it because it’s Wednesday, which means I need to get moving if I don’t want to be late. I quickly return to my ensuite bathroom where I apply a thin layer of makeup, far less than my normal full face, pull my hair up in a messy bun, and brush my teeth. As I spit in the sink, the sound of my phone vibrating against the countertop pulls my attention. I scan the surface of the vanity top for the buzzing device, but don’t see it among the mess of products I have littered around. I really should attempt to be a cleaner, neater person. Lifting up a washcloth that I used to wash my face, I locate my cell. I can’t help the flutter of hope that blossoms in my chest. Maybe it’s Celeste and this has all been one big misunderstanding. However, when I pull up my messages my heart sinks with disappointment.

Halloween Hottie: Hey I had a great time the other night. When can I see you again?

I can’t help but feel annoyed at his message. Luke is nice and put together, and I had a good time on our date, but he’s really not the one I was hoping would text me. If I was a different girl, one who was less chaotic without a masked psycho stalker and a missing best friend, he’d be the perfect guy. But I can’t bring this chaos, this danger, into his life. He’s the type of guy that lives in a nice house surrounded by a white picket fence with his beautiful, always-put-together housewife that wears cashmere cardigansand shit. He doesn’t need a hot mess like me in his life. I close the messages without bothering to respond. I don’t love leaving him on read, but I also don’t think there’s much left to say. I’m not the type of girl a guy like him should be with, and while we might have had some fun hooking up, he deserves better than my fiery chaos.

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