Page 31 of The Devil Within

Garett leans into her and whispers to her, “You never answered him, Celeste. You’re either dead for my desires or captive to his. What’s it going to be, Angel?”

“I want to be a good little pet for my master,” she manages to answer between pleasured moans as I grind my fingers against her G-spot, demanding her release. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your good girl and do whatever you ask of me. I’m ready to submit.”

Garett’s nostrils flare as he watches her give in. He looks back up to me as he squeezes tighter around her throat. “That’s it brother, keep fucking your filthy little slut. I want to watch her eyes as she falls from your ecstasy into my darkness. Our own little fallen Angel coming all over your hand while she passes out.”

I bring my thumb back to her clit and flick it furiously. I squeeze her throat dangerously tight as my girl falls over the edge, her entire body spasms as her pussy constricts around my fingers. She tries to cry out into the night but we’re holding her throat too tightly. Garett is the next to finish, an animalistic noise echoing off the trees around us as he fucks himself through his own release.

And then my girl goes limp, collapsing completely. I catch her before she falls to the ground. I pick her up in my arms and hold her against my chest protectively.

“She’s your problem now,” Garett informs me as he tucks his spent cock back into his jeans and zips them up. “But no one can catch a glimpse of her. She has to completely disappear for this to work,” he warns me.

I nod in acknowledgment. I understand the plan. Celeste will disappear, we will frame Brody for her presumed murder, then Garett will swoop in and steal Brody’s wife. Brody will spend the remainder of his days rotting in prison, having to know that the man he wronged is enjoying his wife. A fate worse thandeath—rotting away and watching the life you dreamed of stolen away by someone else. Brody doesn’t deserve a quick death after everything he has done.

What Garett doesn’t know is that I have plans of my own. Plans that involve using Celeste and her disappearance to lure a sweet little pink-haired beauty into my trap. They may not be ready to admit that they need each other, but by the time this is over, they’ll both be mine. And they’ll both be each others. The three of us were meant to be. Garett’s plan might be the work of an unhinged psycho, but it has led me to the two women who have claimed my every waking thought, so I can’t complain.

I lay a chaste kiss against Celeste’s forehead and begin to walk her back to the car. “Let’s get you home, Sweetness.”

NINETEEN

Celeste

Blood in the Cut by K. Flay

Two Weeks Later

Some would call this torture. Others might call it pleasure. I’m currently landing somewhere in the middle of the two—pleasurable torture. Is that a thing? I’ve been strapped to this bed all day. My ankles and wrist are bound to the bed posts, leaving me spread eagle. My head is covered by a leather hood, meaning I can’t see a damn thing. Chained and left in darkness for most of the day—that is definitely tortuous.

But the buzzing between my thighs—that is pure pleasure. Master has been teasing me all day. I’m a dripping mess by this point. He left me chained up in nothing but this little leatherstrip covering my pussy with a vibrator tucked slightly inside of me. It’s so close to where I need it, but not close enough to let me come. It’s been a dizzyingly delicious torture all damn day as he turned the vibrations on and off, constantly driving me to the edge but never letting me fall over.

They stop again and I sigh, slumping down onto the bed. I’m spent. I am so desperate to come at this point I would do whatever he asked of me. He’s got me right where he wants me.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been living as my master’s perfect little pet. It’s the freest I’ve ever felt. For the first time in a very, very long time I’m not plagued by a persistent and nagging anxiety. I usually wake up to Luke between my thighs, eating me out before we fuck and get dressed for our day. I make my master breakfast and see him off to work, before heading to the in-home gym and working out. Then I get to spend my days reading or decorating our new home. He’s given me his black card and free range to spend whatever I need turning this old house into our home. The only rule is that I can’t be seen by the delivery drivers, but it’s easy enough to hide out and pretend to be gone when they bring the deliveries. I always make sure to schedule them for when Luke will be home. Then my evenings are spent servicing Master and being his good little sub when he gets home from work. Each night, I curl up safe and loved in our giant king-sized bed. Whoever said captivity was a punishment, was clearly not living this type of captivity. Somewhere along the line my monster turned into my master, and I couldn’t be happier.

I know that he’d do anything for me; he would give me the world if I asked for it. But being his submissive has allowed me the freedom I’ve been craving my entire life. It’s as if the weight I’ve been carrying all my life is lifted from my shoulders every time I sink to my knees in dutiful submission. Apparently all I needed was a cage to help me find my freedom.

The only person I’m really allowed to talk to, besides Luke, is his housekeeper—Mrs. Prichett. She’s the nicest little old lady I’ve ever met. I am thoroughly enjoying having her teach me how to bake and cook. Who knew baking shit was so relaxing? I’m not sure there’s been a day that I’ve truly missed my old life—well, besides Liv. I miss my best friend desperately. I wonder if she’s noticed that I’m gone. She’s a bit of a free spirit, always off doing her own thing. But I think by now she’d be wondering why I haven’t texted her back, at least, I hope she would.

A loud bang pulls me from my thoughts. It sounds like the door crashing open. I swing my head in the direction of the noise, but I can’t see a damn thing with this hood on. I don’t need to see him to sense him though.

My master is home.

“Have you been a good girl for me today, Sweetness?” he asks. I can hear his footsteps approaching the bed.

My entire body is on fire with anticipation as he steps toward me. I am a desperate, aching mess for this man. He’s sin, sex, and sweetness all rolled into the most attractive of packages. My very own demon of delights here to drag me into the pleasures of Hell with him. For him, I’d gladly crawl on my knees through fire.

“Please,” I beg in a whiny tone that I can’t contain. His finger runs oh so lightly along the skin of my exposed stomach. I can feel my flesh pebbling just from his very light touch.

“Do you want to come?” he taunts as his finger travels further down, running over the leather strap covering my aching pussy. “Have you not enjoyed the gifts I’ve been giving you?”

“I loved them, Master.” I push my hips up, desperate for more of his touch. “But please, Sir, may I come now? Please?”

“So fucking needy, baby girl.” He tsks as he runs his hands over my exposed skin, driving me wild.

Suddenly, the sharp sting of a slap lands on my thigh. I screamout as my body registers the pain.

“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, Master,” I reply after a moment. I’m not quite sure what he means. We haven’t played this game before.

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