Page 59 of The Devil Within

I adjust slightly, letting my legs fall open as wide as they can. She groans as she watches me display myself fully in submission to her. Part of me is embarrassed at how utterly and completely exposed I am right now. But another part of me is alight with theflames of her desire. The way her eyes glimmer with excitement as she watches her fingers start to pump in and out of my tight pussy is so seductive. I’ve only ever had one other person look at me with such reverence.

As if summoned by my thoughts, Luke steps from the shadows. He approaches the bed slowly. Wrapped in darkness and desire, he’s a true demon of the night. My demon.Our demon. My eyes flit between the woman currently finger-fucking me and the man stalking toward us like we’re his next meal. Their eyes on me are almost too much and yet I can’t get enough.

“Please,” I whimper again as waves of warmth begin spreading through my core.

Liv responds by sliding a third finger inside me. The stretch is slightly painful at first, but the more she pumps them in and out of me, the more the pain melts into pleasure. Curling them against my insides, she beckons me to let go and dive into pleasure. I moan and thrust back into her.

“Fuck, babe. I wish you could see how good your pretty little pussy looks stuffed full and stretched wide,” she praises as her eyes burn me with their heat.

She pumps harder, fucking me wildly. My spine tingles as my orgasm begins to form. Luke moves to stand right above me. One of his large fingers strokes my cheek, pulling my eyes to his. His dark irises swirl with lust as he watches me shamelessly writhe against another person.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for your girlfriend? Show her how good you’ll be if she agrees to stay here with us?” Luke asks as he continues to stroke my face lovingly. His erection is very clear behind his zipper but he doesn’t pull it out. I’m desperate to have both of them but he holds back. “Eyes on her, Sweetness. Look at your girlfriend as you come for her.”

My eyes flit back to Liv. Her face is contorted into a facade of pure domination as she pumps in and out of me.Is Luke right?Is she my girlfriend?The thought has me spiraling right toward the edge of ecstasy. My entire being vibrates as I moan and my hips lift from the bed.

“You heard your master—come for me,” she demands as she looks up, her gaze meeting mine.

I can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm hits me with such fury that my entire body feels like it’s being electrocuted. Wave after wave of pleasure flows through me as I come against Liv’s hand while both of them whisper praise in my ears.

Slowly, the waves begin to ebb as I come back down. Liv removes her fingers before placing them against my panting lips.

“Lick them clean for me, babe,” she demands as she licks her own lips.

I stick out my tongue and let it skim across the length of her fingers. She’s covered in my sticky release. Clearly they’re right, I was desperate for her touch. My flavor is bitter, sweet, and filthy. Removing her fingers from my mouth, Liv bends at the waist and lines her body up with mine. Her lips crash against me as she kisses me. Her kiss is so soft and sweet as she caresses me. Her tongue licks along the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I gladly open for her, allowing her tongue to stroke against mine in a seductive dance.

She pulls back and stares down at me with such passion that it almost hurts. “You taste even better than I remember.”

Luke clears his throat. Both our eyes fly to the figure shadowed in darkness across the room. “Maybe you’d like to show your new mistress the playroom, pet?” he asks and I feel my pussy flutter with excitement.

“What the hell is the playroom?” Liv asks as she sits back and scoots off the bed, adjusting her dress.

“Lead the way, pet,” Luke demands of me, motioning to the door.

THIRTY-THREE

OLIVIA

you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish

As I enter the ‘playroom’ I don’t know where to look. There’s so much to see that my eyes flick from one corner of the room to the next, trying desperately to take it all in. On the far wall are hooks full of various whips and crops. There’s an intricately carved armoire on the far left side of the wall full of who knows what. On the right wall is a breeding bench equipped with cuffs to hold someone down. On the left wall is a large bed with straps peeking out from all four corners. But in the middle of the expansive room is somethingthat really catches my attention.

Smack dab in the center of the room is a large chair—no, a fuckingthrone. It’s made of dark wood intricately carved to match the bed. The cushions are covered in teal velvet that gives it an air of regality. It’s sitting on a raised dais with three steps leading onto the platform. A small pillow sits on the floor of the dais between the feet of the gothic throne. The part that has my core clenching though is the mirrors. A tri-fold of full length mirrors sits in front of the chair, providing a perfect view.

Hands snake around my torso, pulling me backwards. My back hits Luke’s muscular chest as he holds me tightly in his arms. His mouth kisses a slow path across my shoulders and neck. I can feel his erection grinding into my backside as he thrusts against me. My pussy is already dripping with need.

“I had it made just for you, Flower. My queen needs her throne. And a perfect pet at her feet.”

I spin to face him, letting him claim me in a bruising kiss. His lips caress mine with a hunger that leaves me feeling lightheaded. He tastes like smoked bourbon and I can’t fucking get enough.

“Go ahead, try it out.” He releases me, allowing me to move across the room.

Every step I get closer to the seat brings my rapidly beating heart further and further up into my throat. The thought of being up there, worshipped like a queen on my very own fucking throne, fills me with a heady rush. I feel like I’m fucking floating as I ascend the three short steps of the dais before spinning. I hardly recognize myself in the mirrors. I let the slip dress slide from my form, pooling around my feet. I assess myself in the reflections before me. My tanned skin seems to glow in the moody lights of this room, my hair is wild and messy, my makeup is smeared. A necklace of bruises and bites decorates my neck. I look powerful, like a goddess of sin and desire. It’sexhilarating.

Luke climbs the dais from behind, coming to stand next to me. Our eyes meet in the reflected surface in front of us. The heat in his gaze as he stares at me makes me feel even stronger, even more powerful.

“All my girl needs now is a fucking crown,” he purrs as he places a soft kiss on my temple before holding his hand out to help me sit.

I gladly accept, letting my warm hand slide into his large palm. I bend and sit. The teal velvet is soft and smooth, and when I look in the mirror, the color makes my hair and skin stand out in the most incredible way. It feels like this throne was made just for me.

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