Page 43 of The Devil Within

Pulling out of her mouth, I give her just a moment to catch her breath. “Please,” she pants between desperate gasps. “I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you won’t hurt he—”

I don’t let her finish that thought. I shove my long length back down her throat, pounding into her brutally. Her cuffed hands grip onto the front of my pants, desperately holding on while I fuck her face. I need her to not justknow, but to fuckingfeel,how angry that accusation makes me.

“Why do you care?” I can feel my balls tighten as her throat constricts around the heated head of my dick. “If she’s just your friend, then what’s it matter if I’m keeping an eye on her?”

I need her to say it. I need to fucking hear her admit it to not just me, but to herself.

I pull out again and let her suck in more choked breaths. She gags and splutters on the floor. Spit and snot run down her face, and yet she looks absolutely fucking beautiful—my beautiful, desperate disaster.

“Say it, Sweetness,” I prod as she holds herself up on her hands and knees.

She slowly raises her eyes to meet mine. The amber flame is back in her irises, making them more gold than green in the low light of the play room. She sits back on her heels and wipes thespit from her chin with her cuffed hands. Even on her knees, naked and being used for my pleasure, she’s a fucking goddess. She sucks all the light from the room and glows effortlessly in the darkness surrounding her. I will never not be entranced by the beautiful creature on her knees at my feet.

“Why are you following my friend, sir?” she finally asks.

Wrong fucking answer.

I slip my fingers into her hair again and yank on the strands sharply, causing her to open her mouth in a surprised gasp. When she does, I take the opportunity to slide my length between her swollen red lips. The anger painted across her face is absolutely delicious. I want her to be mad. I want her to be angry. I want her to be desperate.

I pump my cock in and out of her tight throat with wild abandon. It feels so fucking good. I’m so close to blowing down her throat, but I need her to admit the truth before we’re done here. “Say it, Sweetness. Tell me why she’s so important to you. Tell me why I shouldn’t let you watch while I ruin her.”

Pulling out of her sweet, soft lips again I give her a moment before bringing the tip to her lips again.

“Wait! Wait!” she begs with her hands pushing against her thighs. “Fine, stop. I love her.”

Fucking finally.

She sighs, her head falling downward as I release her from my punishing grip. I take a small step back, allowing her the space to breathe.

“Please don’t ruin her.” Her voice is sad and soft. I probably bruised her throat. “Please don’t hurt her. I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave Liv alone.”

In one swift motion I lift her from the floor and cradle her in my arms. The surprised gasp that leaves her lips causes my mouth to tip up in an almost smile. I like when she makes cute little noises like that. I drop her delicately on the soft satinsheets of the bed before returning to the wall of toys. Selecting a standard pink plastic toy, I move back to where my girl is splayed across the bed. Confusion and concern are painted across her face.

“Good girl, pet,” I croon as I crawl onto the bed between her spread legs. “I’ve been waiting for you to admit that so that we can move forward.”

“Move forward with wha—”

I don’t let her finish her sentence. Now is not the time to explain. “Not now, my love. Right now, you’ve been a good girl. And what do good girls get?”

Her eyes hold some reservation but I can see the evidence of her arousal leaking from the apex of her thighs. “Rewards?” she asks with hesitation.

“That’s right, Sweetness,” I confirm as I turn on the pink vibrator. “Now spread those legs like a good girl and let me give you your reward.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Celeste

Trouble is a Friend of Mine by Kat Leon

My throat feels bruised and tender, my wrists are sore and scraped, and my mind feels as though it might burst from my skull with the overwhelming intensity of what just happened. I’ve never said that out loud before, and certainly never declared it to another person, but it’s true—I love Liv. When I think of my future and where I want to go, I can’t imagine a life without her in it. She might just be my best friend, who I casually fuck, but the connection between us is undeniable. And now I’ve admitted it to the man who’s held me captive and made me his plaything.

What the fuck is going on?

His dark eyes bore down on me from above as he fists histhrobbing cock in one hand, holding a rigid pink vibrator in the other. Lust and pride swirl together in the depths of his irises as he ravages me with his gaze and I can’t help but feel as though I just sold my soul to the Devil.

“What?” I manage to ask in a whisper.

“I said,” he releases his length and uses his hand to push my legs wider apart. He sucks in a short breath as he looks down at my exposed pussy. I’m not just wet—I’m dripping down my thighs. It’s embarrassing how much his aggressive treatment turned me on. “Spread your legs and let me reward you for being a good girl.”

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