Page 20 of The Devil Within

She nods her head eagerly as she rubs her luscious ass against my hard length through my pants. I place the stiffened pink peak of her tit between my finger and thumb and pinch down—hard. She shrieks loudly and squirms against me.

“Words, beautiful girl. I need your words.” I soothe the sting by lightly caressing her tender flesh with the tips of my fingers. “Use your words and beg me to make you come.”

“If I do, will you tell me where Celeste is?” She pants as my hands snake down her lithe form. Her skin is so pristine, so perfect. It’s the perfect canvas for my marks.

“If you show me what a good little whore you can be for me, I’ll tell you what you want to know, sweet siren.” My hand pauses right at the top of her barred pussy. I’m desperate to touch her. Desperate to sink into her tight cunt and paint her walls with my cum. But I won’t. Not until she gives in to me. I don’t just want her body—I want her submission. I want—need—her to agree to be mine.

“Why do you call me that?” she mumbles as she thrusts her hips out, begging me to touch her.

“Siren?” My restraint is waning as I will myself to be patient and wait for her to beg. My left hand slips slightly, the tipof the blade scraping her throat lightly. Blood beads on her pristine skin. Seeing her bleed for me makes me nearly feral. I’m desperate to lean down and lick the small trail of red dripping between her beautiful breasts, but I can’t. I can’t remove my mask. It’s too risky.

She nods, egging on my explanation and my blade.

“Sirens lure men to watery graves, enticing them to leave their journey, and fall into the chaos of destructive desire.” I bring the blade down to her core, causing her to suck in a shaking breath.

“Please,” she whispers. Her begging is so very sweet.

“That’s what you are—a siren whose song has lured me into a consuming and dangerous obsession.” Slipping the blade beneath the fabric covering her, I rip and slice until she’s completely exposed to me.

I bring the blade back up and use my free hand to skim my fingers across the pale blonde landing strip of hair that lays across her flesh leading straight to where she wants me most. “Now sing for me, my sweet girl. Beg me to touch you. Moan for me and show me what an eager slut you are for your demon.”

“Please,” she whines as my fingers lightly dust across the lips of her pussy. It’s not enough for her and I know it. “Please touch me. I want to feel you inside me. I need you,” my sweet siren begs.

The words slip from her lips so easily, so effortlessly, as if she knows this is our fate, that she’s meant to be mine.

Dipping a single finger between her folds, I stroke back and forth at a languid pace. “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

Her breathy moans and needy mewls are enough to drive even a sane man mad. And when it comes to her, I’m certainly not sane. I’ve lost my fucking mind in pursuit of feeding this relentless obsession I have for her. I bring the tip of the blade to her chest and let the knife slice her skin. She sucks in a sharp breath that quickly turns into a moan as I push a single fingerinside her. She writhes on my lap, riding my finger.

“Eyes up, siren,” I correct when her head falls back.

Her head immediately snaps forward, her eyes landing on the mirror in front of us. What a fucking sight she is—spread open, grinding on my lap while my finger sinks in and out of her tight opening, her breast bloodied and leaving a trail of red running down her tanned stomach. But the most beautiful piece of her reflection is her eyes. Her emerald eyes are alight with flickering flames of desire as she watches herself.

“You like watching yourself, don’t you?” I growl into her ear as I add a second finger into her tight channel. “That’s why I brought you here, you know, so you could watch yourself fall apart for me from every angle.”

Her eyes scan the reflective surfaces around us, taking in my words. When she realizes that I’m right, that she can watch herself from all sides as she comes undone, her control snaps. Her pussy walls pulse against me. She’s already close—driven to the brink of pleasurable insanity by the fear and the perfect planned out scene I created just for her. I realized the other night that my girl is a slut for watching herself. It’s an unusual but very healthy kink that I am more than happy to help her unlock. And where better to do that than a fucking hall of mirrors.

She whines and moans some unintelligible agreement as she rides my fingers. I bring my other hand down, using the butt of the knife to lightly rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

“Fuck!” she cries out. Her eyes never leave her reflection as she gets off to the sight of me fucking her with my knife and fingers.

“Come for me, my love. Show us both how beautiful you are when you let go,” I command as I stuff her tight cunt with a third finger, finding her sensitive spot inside and rubbing frantically with the pads of my fingers.

“Yes!” she screams as she listens like a good girl and lets go.Her pussy clamps down hard on my fingers, almost painfully so, as her orgasm hits her. I keep using the handle of the knife to rub small circles across her needy nub; I’m determined to draw every ounce of pleasure from her body. She screams and her body goes rigid as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashes through her.

I can’t take my eyes off her reflection. She’s always stunning but when she comes—fuck me—it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. She’s my reckoning and eventually I will have to pay the price for this, but for now I will savor her pleasure as if it’s my last fucking meal.

When she finally finishes, I slowly pull my drenched fingers from her and remove the bloodied knife. The urge to suck her release from my hand is so fucking strong. I want almost nothing more than to taste my girl, but I can’t risk removing the mask.

“Oh my lord,” she sighs as she slumps forward, breathing heavily.

“I’m no lord, baby.” I stand to my full height, popping the button of my pants and pulling out my hard length. It sits stiff and dripping with need in front of her beautifully horrified face. “But you’re welcome to praise my cock like the good little slut I know you are.”

A shocked sigh leaves her mouth. The sound is so fucking sweet that my cock twitches in response. Right in her fucking face. Precum drips desperately from the tip. I fucking need her. I’m tired of waiting.

With my left hand firmly holding the knife to her throat, I bring my right hand to her head and sink my fingers into her vibrant locks. I pull her head back, extending the column of her neck so she can take me down her tight throat.

“Open up, siren. Let me in.” My voice comes out desperate and needy but I can’t help it, she drives me insane.

---