Page 32 of The Devil Within

My hesitancy is unacceptable. I know this. I shouldn’t have held back on my submission. Another sharp slap lands on my other thigh. I can’t help the shriek of pain that leaves my lips.

“I want to see you marked as mine, covered in red and bruises, 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?” he asks me as he softly soothes the sting by rubbing his warm palms across my tender flesh.

“Please, Sir … use me however you need,” I say in my sweetest and most submissive voice.

He rewards me by releasing my wrists from their bindings. I let out a groan of satisfaction and rub my aching wrists. Next, he releases my ankles. I happily stretch. He’s left me tied up before, but today was extra long. Something must have distracted him or kept him from me. I suddenly feel a bit self-conscious. But then his fingers find their way beneath the leather covering me, running up and down along my folds.

“You’re soaking wet for me, Sweetness. Does my girl need her master to make her feel good?” he croons as he removes the vibrator and begins rubbing soft circles around my clit.

It feels so good but it’s not enough. I need more.

“Please, Master,” I beg him.

He pulls his hand back and I whine at the loss. I am so fucking desperate to come. He’s been edging me all damn day. I’m aching. He grabs me and moves me to a sitting position. I try my best not to pull away or resist, but the sharp sting of another slapto my thighs has my body instinctively submitting to him.

“Sit here and do not fucking move,” he growls before I hear his steps moving across the room.

“Maybe my pet needs a leash to remind her who she belongs to. What do you think?” he asks as he comes back and clasps a stiff leather collar around my throat.

I thought the collars, the leashes, and all that shit, would be demeaning. I was so opposed at first. But I can’t deny how my body responds to them. The snug tightness around my throat makes me feel …owned. Like I’m his precious pet. Over the past few weeks I’ve come to crave his possessive aggression. My pussy weeps as he clips a leash to the front, the sound of the metal eliciting a shiver down my spine.

“Yes, Master,” I agree as I spread my legs wide for him.

Perched on the edge of the bed, exposed, collared, and leashed, I’m sure I look like his ideal meal. I want to be his good girl. The praise he gives me when I do well for him sends pleasure tingles straight to my pussy. He jerks the leash, causing my throat to bob forward and my head to snap back slightly.

“Get on all fours like a good pet and crawl to your master,” he commands.

Fuck me. That deep and commanding tone of his does things to me.

Without hesitation, I drop to all fours and begin crawling toward where his voice came from. I can’t help the slight smirk that pulls at my lips as I imagine how I must look for him before I dutifully dip my head down in submission. My ass sways seductively as I cross the room toward my man.

He pulls the leash until I’m right in front of him, and then he stops. I immediately sit back on my heels as I’ve been taught. His approving hum makes my pussy throb with need.

Something soft and silky rubs against my lips as I sit completely still.

“Kiss it,” he demands as he continues to rub the soft crown of his cock against my mouth. I purse my lips, tenderly kissing and sucking on the very tip but not taking him fully into my mouth.

“Good fucking girl, Sweetness.” His deep timbre is so seductive as he slowly pulls away from me. “Stand and remove everything.”

I immediately comply as I stand for him and let the leather thong fall between my feet. I’m left completely bare besides my hood. I feel him move around me, his eyes raking over my exposed form. I can’t see him but I can feel his heated stare. He pulls on my collar, forcing me to move. We come to a stop and the hood is removed from my face. I blink rapidly, desperately trying to readjust to the bright light of the room. Before I can process what’s happening, my hands are pulled up and out. My wrists are strapped and secured to a large X with my face flush against the wall.

“Wait,” I plead as my sight adjusts and I register that he’s securing me to a St. Andrew’s Cross.

The sharp snap of his palm hitting the flesh of my ass has me crying out. The pain radiates outward, my skin searing with sharpness.

“No, pet. There is no waiting.” He moves to shackle my ankles in place while he speaks. “Be my good girl and take your punishment for your master.”

His words send tingles of anticipation skittering across my skin. I have learned that I don’t just like the pain, Icraveit. I’ve always been anxious. The type of person that’s in their own head. But the pain helps me feel free. I was a cutter as a teenager and opened my own wrists just to release some of the pain that built up inside. The pain on the outside lessened the pain on the inside. I’ve always needed a release, and at last I’ve found a way to get it without harming myself. And I have my very own demon to thank for that.

His footsteps recede as he walks across the room to the wall of toys. I can sense him perusing for the perfect tool to use on me. My pussy throbs at the thought. He’s been teasing me all day and now the promise of pain has me wound so tightly that I’m a panting, writhing mess. His footsteps indicate his movement back toward me and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat.

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” he teases while running something gently across the lips of my dripping cunt. It’s soft and buttery smooth like leather.

“Please, Master,” I beg as my hips thrust on their own accord.

“Were you a good girl who obediently listened to her master? Or were you a bad pet?”

He continues teasing me with what I suspect is a crop. He runs it back and forth through my dripping desire without giving me enough to ease the ache.

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