Page 91 of The Devil's Redemption

My eyes shift to him then back to Sasha. Jasper lifts his unoccupied hand to Sasha’s cheek and turns her face toward his.

“I think he’s mad because his view is obstructed, princess.”

Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, he pulls on it until Sasha whimpers in pain.

“Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” Jasper grips Sasha’s panties in his hands before slowly pulling them down her legs, kissing nearly every inch of her skin as he goes.

He grabs one ankle, lifting her foot off of the floor before going for the other ankle and repeating his movements. With his eyes never wavering from mine, he traces his tongue up her leg and grips her ass cheeks in his hands. Spreading them, he glares at me with a smug look on his face as he makes a show of sticking his tongue out. His face disappears behind her body as he allows himself to indulge in her ass. She whimpers again, and I have to fight back the urge to charge him again.

When he’s had his fill, he stands and wastes no time diving into her pussy once more. As he thrusts his fingers in and out of her violently, I can hear the moisture he’s creating begin to build. The second it does, Sasha breaks eye contact with me. She’s ashamed, but she has no reason to be. Tears stream down her face as she bellows, “I’m sorry, Blade…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, princess,” Jasper tells her.

“Sasha, you have nothing to be sorry for.” It’s my fucking job to make sure she knows that, not his.

Jasper removes his fingers from her and admires how they glisten in the soft light overhead as he brings them closer to his face. I watch as his eyes glimmer at the sight of them.

“See that? You’re so responsive. That’s nothing to be sorry for.”

He walks to me and waves his fingers around, wafting her aroma into my nose. I’m livid when the smell of her on his fingers causes my dick to harden. Nothing about this is okay. I shouldn’t feel anything remotely erotic about what’s happening.

Walking back to Sasha, he resumes his position behind her. He lifts his fingers to her lips, but she doesn’t open for him. She tries turning her head away from him, but he stops her movement.

“Guess we’ll see how long you can hold your breath for.”

Gripping her nose between the fingers of his other hand, he cuts off her air supply. The only way she will be able to breathe now is if she opens her mouth, and he’s going to force her to taste her arousal.

“While we wait, I have to say how excited I am that she hasn’t changed since the last time I got to play with her. You would have been so proud of her, Blade. The way she came for me was remarkable. This isn’t the first, or even the tenth time, my fingers have bathed in her pleasure.”

He looks at Sasha who is beginning to turn slightly red in the face. I feel like the biggest piece of shit, but I’d almost rather her suck his fingers clean than run the risk of passing out from lack of oxygen.

“You would have loved the sight of her, especially when we tied her up like a piñata.”

My eyes widen at the thought of them beating her as she hung from the ceiling. She never mentioned anything like that, though she hasn’t mentioned much about what she went through at all.

Fuck. Kid, Stone, anyone. Fucking get here.

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mean a literal piñata. But we did tie her up in the middle of the room and let everyone have a turn ‘hittin’ it’as all the cool people say these days.”

He looks back at her, upset that she still hasn’t given up and opened her mouth to gulp down much needed air. Rolling his eyes, he licks his fingers before thrusting them back inside of her. The unexpected onslaught causes her to cry out. Removing his fingers, coated with a fresh new layer of arousal on them, he quickly inserts them into her mouth and pushes them in as far as he can go.

Gagging, her eyes fill with even more tears as she whips her head from side to side, trying to expel his unwanted fingers. When she’s unsuccessful, she bites down hard, and he pulls them from her mouth instantly. He grabs a fistful of her hair as he regards his injured fingers, blood dripping from them, down his palm.

“Oh, princess… I really thought you were much smarter than that.”

Walking away from her, he picks his gun back up.

“No, don’t hurt her,” I plead.

“Rooster, tie her up like she was at the clubhouse,” he commands. “I’ll keep an eye on this one.”

Picking up my gun off of the floor, he points it at me while he trains the other one on Sasha. Rooster unties her rather quickly before throwing the rope over a beam above our heads. Pulling Sasha closer to the center of the barn, he forces her to bend over in front of him as he begins retying her, her arms stretched high above her body in a way that looks unnatural and painful.

“Allow me to reenact one of my favorite parts of that first night for you,” Jasper spiels before he and Rooster switch places again.

Jasper approaches Sasha and slaps her cheek a few times to get her attention. He bends down to her level and looks her straight in the eyes. In a quick movement, he forces his fingers into her mouth, tugging her jaw open. He thrusts his gun into her mouth and pulls the hammer into the ready position.

“If you even think about biting me again, princess, I’ll kill your boyfriend and make you fuck his dead corpse before I blow a hole in your head.”

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