Page 4 of The Devil Within

“That’s right.” Her heeled foot sticks out to stroke my chest, the toe of her shoe rubbing the skin between my breasts. I close my eyes to avoid loosing it and telling her to fuck off. Between her regular bullshit, my stress about feeling like I’m being followed, being ghosted by my best friend, and the orgasm I was just denied, my patience is growing very thin. “And what are you supposed to refer to me as?”

“Daddy.” It’s all I’m allowed to call her when we’re messing around. It didn’t used to be that way, but a few years ago she kind of went off the deep end and now she has some perverse need to recreate some of the worst fucking pieces of her childhood.

Her foot falls back to the floor. “Look at me, little slut.”

I do as she demands and raise my eyes up. She’s completely naked, sitting in the cheap hotel desk chair with her legs spread wide. Her elbows rest on the arms of the chair as one hand twirls and plays with her fiery red locks. Her pale complexion looks washed out and sallow in the shoddy hotel lighting. Her makeup is thickly caked on her face but slightly smudged around her eyes. The dildo sticks straight up in the air towards her stomach. She’s fake as fuck but not unattractive, at least not on the outside.

“Open.”

“Erika,” I try to beg. “Please don’t. Can’t we just have a drink and relax a little and play around? Just be ourselves for once. Have a little fun?” I let my fingers skate across the skin of her inner thigh teasingly, trying to bait her into something else.

“Open your fucking mouth, little slut.”

With a resigned sigh, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. A pleased smirk spreads across her face as she raises her foot and leans back into the chair. Her dark eyes watch my face with piercing intensity as her hand snakes up her core to her breast. She pinches her own nipple harshly and lets out a low groan of pain and pleasure, her eyes never leaving mine. She lightly rests her foot on my face as she slips the heel of her shoe into my awaiting mouth.

“Suck,” she commands once she inserts her stiletto into my mouth. It tastes of plastic and dirt. It’s vile but I close my eyes and pretend I’m somewhere else while I hollow out my cheeks. I learned to just let my mind wander away while my body has to deal with reality a long time ago.

Clearly Erika’s not having any of that tonight. “Open your eyes,” she demands. “Look me in the eyes while you act like a good girl and suck for your daddy.” Her tone softens when I oblige and open my eyes, staring at her while I pretend to give her high heel a fucking blow job. Her long red fingernails scrape against the stiff peaks of her own breasts. “Such a good girl for your daddy. Now spread your knees; show me that pretty pussy. Rub your clit and show Daddy what a desperate slut you are for her.”

In terms of a punishment this could definitely be worse. She thinks she’s degrading me by doing this, but she should know I’m totally a slut for a little degradation. I willingly spread my knees and rub eager circles around my clit. I’m still desperate for a release. I don’t even care about the disgusting feeling of her fucking shoe against my tongue as I grind against my own hand. I feel my climax building as I moan and writhe on the floor at her feet.

Right as I’m about to fall over the edge to orgasmic bliss, Erika rips her heel from my mouth. The collision of her shoe againstmy face throws me backwards as she kicks me. Pain blooms across my entire face. I taste the metallic blood before my brain can even register what’s happening. A pained cry leaves my lips and tears well in my eyes.

What the fuck!

I’m covered in sweat and tears and now blood; I’ve had enough. Usually I do whatever I have to but she’s taken it too far. Jumping to my feet I scramble across the room to collect my discarded clothes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Erika shrieks from behind me, but I ignore her as I try to gather all my things. “Get back here and get back on your knees! This cock isn’t going to suck itself you stupid whore!”

I don’t even respond. I don’t even turn to look at her. I hastily throw my clothes over my body and gather my purse. As soon as I’m at the door, my hand reaches out for the doorknob to get the fuck out of here.

“If you walk out that door I’ll have to tell Daddy!” Erika screams, now desperate. “You don’t want me telling my daddy what a bad girl you’ve been, do you? It’d be such a shame if he thought you weren’t being cooperative anymore, wouldn’t it? Your dad owes mine how much money now, exactly?”

Her words stop me in my tracks. I’m frozen; caught between my own sense of self preservation and fear of what will happen if I don’t cooperate. She’s right though. She fucking owns me.

“That’s what I thought. Now get your ass back over here.”

Still holding my hand against my bloodied face, I slowly walk back across the room to where she’s seated. As I begin to lower myself back to my knees she tuts and stops me.

“No, I don’t think so, naughty girl. Lower your pants,” she says as one of her obnoxiously long, bright red, fake ass nails trails along the waistband of my jeans with teasing strokes.

“What?”

“Lower your fucking pants.” She enunciates each word so that it drips with condescension.

Removing my blood soaked hand from my face, I unbutton my jeans and shove them down my legs again. The movement leaves long streaks of blood smeared across one of my thighs. I feel woozy and the world slightly tilts on its axis when I spot it. I try to blink until the world rights itself again but I’m quickly grabbed and shoved down. Erika’s talons grip my arm and pull me down across her lap. My legs are trapped at the knees by my jeans as I’m bent over her thighs with my ass high in the air.

“Daddy hates to punish her sweet girl but it seems you need to learn a lesson,” she croons then firmly brings her palm down against my ass.

The sharp sting of the spank makes me jerk forward before she rubs gentle circles across my offended flesh. It’s going to be a long fucking night.

The water in the basin below me is tinged pink with my own blood. My muscles throb and ache but the warm water against my face is comforting as I wash away the remnants of the disaster that just occurred.

Tonight was really fucking shitty. After Erika spanked me until my ass was numb, she fucked my pussy and ass back and forth until she eventually got bored with me. I didn’t finish once. She edged me the entire fucking time. I stayed curled up on the bed, unsatisfied and bleeding, while she sobbed uncontrollably and drank half a bottle of vodka; all while yelling derogatory comments at me. Her own self hatred is usually directed at me when she’s fucked up. I would like to be able to tell her to fuck off but I know exactly what that would get me, and it’s really notworth the trouble, so I just had to sit there and bear it. Finally, she took a bunch of pills and passed out. I was able to sneak out once she was completely unconscious.

I’m sure I’m going to have some type of infection from her horrendous treatment of my lady bits. What I wouldn’t give to just be done with Erika and her shit. The weight of all that bullshit constantly feels like it’s about to pull me under. Part of me wants to let it consume me completely until I’m gone, but I can’t.

Stepping out of the now lukewarm water, I wrap a fluffy, hot pink bathrobe around my naked form. I slowly pad across the cool tile floor of the bathroom, leaving darkened, damp footprints in my wake as I head into my bedroom. Grabbing my phone off my nightstand, I power it back on then check my messages.

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