Page 48 of The Devil Within

I whine again in response to his question, flicking his bulging head with my tongue and being rewarded with dripping precum oozing from the tip into my throat. I love the taste of his desire in my mouth.

“Stand up,” he commands as his fingers slide into my hair and twist. My scalp burns as he pulls me off his erect cock.

I do as he commands and stand before him. His heated gaze trails down my naked form. My entire body is aching for his touch. My nipples are peaked and begging to be pinched. My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably between my thighs. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I might very well combust.

“Turn around and bend over. Hands flat on the desk and legs spread. Let me see that desperate cunt, Sweetness.”

His words are always filthy, but when he’s needy for me his tenor drops even lower. The growling commands of my dangerous master are enough to make me light-headed and giddy with anticipation. I love how he uses my body; he owns and dominates me in a way that is possessive yet proud. I never have any doubts how he feels about me—I might be his pet, but he worships me.

I continue to do as he commands, bending at the waist with my hands palm down on the papers he was just looking at. My hips rise as a single one of his fingers caresses the outside lips of my pussy.

“So fucking wet already, pet.” He uses two fingers to spread me wide. I flinch at the sudden rush of cold air on my wet core, but the sharp intake of breath he sucks in has me immediately relaxing back into the desk below. “This is the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Pushing his two thick digits into my dripping folds, he begins to rub soft circles around my heated clit. It feels so fucking good like every nerve in my system is tingling with excitement. Andthen he moves back, circling my entrance.

“Does my pet need her master to take care of her?” His fingers dip inside me slowly. “Pump her full of cream until it drips down her thighs?”

I can’t answer him with the gag still in, but I drive my hips backwards, begging with my body. The loss of his fingers leaves me sagging against the hard wood beneath me, but when I hear the sound of his pants being discarded, I shiver with anticipation.

He lines the warm head of his cock up with my entrance, rubbing it between my wet folds first to lube it up. “Beg for it,” he demands as he continues to rub his cock up and down but refusing to give me what I need.

I moan and gargle unintelligibly as I writhe against the desk. I’m dripping and drooling—a real needy fucking mess. Weeks ago I would have been embarrassed and self conscious, but now I know how much he loves me like this. It pleases my master to see me desperate for him.

Without warning, he jerks his hips forward—seating himself entirely inside me. I scream and flail against the surface of the desk, shocked by the sudden intrusion. My hands come up off the wood as I search for something to steady myself, but he’s there instantly, bent over my body and holding both my wrists firmly in one of his large hands.

“Nuh-uh, love. You’re not going anywhere. You acted like a desperate slut and now you’re going to take my cock like one too,” he grunts as he begins to rut into me furiously.

His hips snap against my backside with each pump, driving me against the hard edge of the desk. This will absolutely leave a bruise, a thought that makes me feel even more needy. I love when he marks me as his. His fingers of his free hand dip inside the ring of the wide gag. He rubs the pads against my tongue.

“Taste how needy you are for me, slut. Your pussy leaking allover my fucking fingers,” he grunts between punishing thrusts that are quickly propelling me toward ecstasy.

I so badly want to close my mouth around his fingers and suck the evidence of my desperation for him off his digits but the gag is preventing me. He gathers up some of the building saliva before removing his fingers. A moment later I feel the wet digits pushing against my back hole. I mewl and croon around the metal rings as he slowly works a thick finger into my tight opening.

“Come on, Sweetness, be a good girl and relax so I can stuff both your slutty little holes,” he demands as he slowly works his finger in a bit deeper.

The pressure is almost too much, and as he adds a second finger, I fear I won’t be able to take it. I fight against his hold, trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure but he holds me down, fucking me in both holes ruthlessly. I feel his fingers push past the ring of muscles in my ass causing me to cry out in passionate agony. I’m somewhere between pleasure and pain, not sure if I want him to stop or if I want more. When he adds a third finger to my ass I freeze up. I’m not sure if three fingers and his cock will all fit inside me at once or if the pain will pull me under.

His other hand releases my wrists before moving to push hair off my forehead and tuck my raven locks behind my ear. His hips stop thrusting roughly, alternating to a low, languid pace. But he doesn’t stop pumping all three thick fingers into my tight hole.

I’m a panting whimpering mess beneath him. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Relax, pet. Let me in. I want to feel you come around both my cock and my fingers, baby.”

I take a few deep breaths, willing myself to calm before my muscles relax enough to let him all the way in.

“Good girl,” he praises as he puts his hand back down on the wooden surface beneath us. “Now, you may want to hold ontothe desk, because I can’t hold back any longer, Sweetness.”

His words send a thrilling tingle up my spine. I listen immediately and slightly reposition so I can hold on to the edge of the desk. His hips snap against me at a punishing pace while his fingers plunge in and out of me just as fiercely. He ruts into me from behind like a beast, wild and unrestrained.

“Fuck, Sweetness,” he groans between gritted teeth as he thrusts into me. “I can feel my cock with my fingers through your thin walls. You feel—” he thrusts so deeply that I’m pretty sure he shatters my insides. “Too. Fucking. Good.” Each word comes out strained through his clenched teeth.

All I can do is hold on to the desk while he uses me. His fingers massage my insides as his thick cock scrapes across my sensitive bundle of nerves at a maddening pace. I’m panting and drooling all over the papers beneath me but I can’t even be bothered to care, all my brain can process is the intense pleasure he’s aggressively ripping from my body.

“Come. For. Me,” he demands, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

And I can’t deny my master.

“Fuck!” I scream into the gag as everything goes black. My entire body and mind are flooded with waves of electrifying pleasure. My pussy contracts over and over again as my pleasure crests.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Squeeze my fucking cock,” Luke moans from behind me as his own release hits. Rope after rope of warmth coats my insides, forcing even more pleasure from me. “Milk every last drop from me.”

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