Page 42 of The Devil Within

I pull her from the stove and spin her to face me. With my fingers on her chin, I tilt her head back to look me in the eyes. Her hazel irises are filled with trepidation.

“I will always come back to you, pet. Always.” I lean down to lay a soft kiss on her forehead. “But you’ve been a bad girl today, haven’t you?”

Her face blanches at my words and I can’t help the small tinge of excitement that tingles at the base of my spine.

“You’re going to finish the meal, eat some food, then meet me upstairs in the playroom, Sweetness.”

Without waiting for a response from her, I turn on my heel and head upstairs. The ornate black banister is cool underneath my fingers as I glide up the curved staircase. Each of my footfalls echoes around the cavernous space below. I want her to sense my displeasure. I want her to be afraid. I want her to submit to me and learn from this. Rules are in place for a reason. I would never make superfluous rules that did not have a clear rationale behind them. She needs to learn her lesson.

When I reach our playroom, I take my time undoing each button before nicely folding my shirt and laying it neatly on the chair in the corner. The sheets on the bed have been recently washed and cleaned, but we won’t be needing them tonight. I peruse my wall of toys, looking for the right tools for this evening when I hear the door creak slightly. I grab the cuffs from the hook and hold them tightly in my palm, the cool metal calming against my heated skin.

I spin and see Celeste standing in the doorway. Her long, dark hair hangs like two curtains across her face, hiding her from meas she timidly stares at her feet. Her hourglass figure is bathed in soft light from the hallway behind her, giving the impression of an ethereal glow. My sweet angel has come to repent with the Devil for her sinful ways. What a fucking sight she is.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” I ask her with a slight surprise.

She could have run. The keys were downstairs and the doors are always unlocked. After what she undoubtedly saw today, I’m surprised she’s not already gone. And yet, here she stands—ready to repent before her master.

“Yes,” she whispers as she steps into the room.

“Strip,” I command. “And get on your knees.”

Without another word, she willingly follows my command. Slipping the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders, she lets the silky fabric pool around her waist and exposes the pale flesh of her breasts to me. They’re so pristine, begging to be marked. She slides the dress down her hips and thighs before letting it fall to the ground. Her skin pebbles in the cool air as she stands bare before me. I want to lick the entire expanse of her body and feel the rough bumps of her sensitive flesh against my tongue. I’m craving to savor the intoxicating mix of her fear and pleasure.

She raises her head, her golden irises alight with emotion. “Yes sir,” she agrees before sinking to her knees before me.

“Good girl,” I praise as I close the distance between us, stepping right into her space.

I bring her wrists to the front and place the cuffs against her pale skin. She instinctively attempts to pull away, but I hold firmly, squeezing slightly to remind her of her place. She relents, allowing me to cuff her wrists in front of her waist.

Rising back up to my full height and slipping my fingers into her silken locks, I yank her head backwards until she’s peering up at me through teary eyes. “You went into a room that you were forbidden from entering, didn’t you?”

For a moment, a flash of defiance flickers across her face, but only for a moment, and then it’s gone. “Yes, Master,” she concedes.

“And what do bad girls get, Sweetness?” I prod while letting my fingers pull tighter against her hair.

She winces slightly and the sight of her pain has my cock thickening in my pants. “Punished, sir.”

“That’s right,” I say as I move my other hand to my waistband.

I pop the button of my trousers and slowly pull down my zipper. My hardened length springs free as I slide off my pants and briefs. The sweet little thing on her knees before me widens her eyes, her pupils blown wide as she realizes what I have planned for her.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, pet.”

My blood instantly boils when she does not comply. Her mouth stays firmly shut while her eyes stay locked on mine. I have half a mind to tie her down and spank her until her ass is redder than the pits of fucking Hell.

Fucking brat.

“Tell me why you’re watching Liv,” she mumbles quickly before shutting her mouth tightly again.

“That’s not how this works, my love.” I swiftly move my hand to her face and plug her nose. “You’re on your knees to repent to your savior, sweet angel. It’s not the sinner’s place to make demands, but rather to make amends.”

Her eyes go wide with panicked realization. She flails and tries to stand but she’s awkward with her hands cuffed. I easily push her back down with my free hand, refusing to let go of her nose. Her face begins to redden and her eyes water with unshed tears as her lungs begin to burn. I can’t stop the smirk that pulls at my lips as I watch her body submit to me.

With a desperate wheeze, she opens her mouth and sucks in air. I give her just a moment before shoving my length into heropen mouth. She gags and whines against my dick but I don’t give a shit. “You earned your punishment, now be a good little slut for me and show me just how badly you feel about breaking the rules,” I demand as I ram into her face mercilessly.

Tears and snot stream down her pale cheeks, painting her face with the evidence of the brutal agony of this punishment. I don’t let up despite her whimpers and whines as I thrust into her mouth, hitting the softness of her throat over and over again.

“Fuck, pet,” I moan as I hold onto both sides of her beautiful, filthy face for leverage, “your throat feels like motherfucking Heaven.”

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