Page 8 of The Devil's Spawn

“As much as I adore your mouth,” he said, rolling the tip of his shaft against my tongue, “my cock is going in your ass. You can love it, or you can tolerate it. Either way, you’re taking it.” He pulled out, removed the gag, and hoisted me to my feet. “Get on the bed. I want you on your stomach with your knees tucked under you.”

I obeyed his commands, my breathing as erratic as my heart beat. “Like this?”

“Almost. Raise your ass.” He climbed behind me. “That’s better. Reach behind you and spread your cheeks.”

Silence followed his words. This was it. The ultimate surrender.

“Do it now, Kayla.”

“Master…” My voice faltered, but my body knew its place before my brain did. I submitted to his orders, even though I found it humiliating. Fingers shaking, I spread my cheeks in invitation, leaving myself open and vulnerable. This was about trust. If I could offer myself while remaining completely still…truly submitting the one hole I didn’t want to give…then he’d win this game tonight.

But maybe I would too because meeting the challenge of pleasing him fulfilled me in a way that most would view as sick and wrong. And maybe it was.

But itfeltright.

Whether or not his cock felt right inside my tight hole was another story. He inched out the plug that had grown too dry, applied a liberal amount of lube, then held a palm in front of my mouth for good measure.

“Spit.”

I spat saliva into his hand.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.” Shamefully so.

“Good girl. Now beg your Master for a good ass-fucking.”

The wordpleasewas on the tip of my tongue, just waiting to spill off my lips. That single word would give him exactly what he wanted, and in a roundabout way, it would give me what I wanted too.

But the journey was going to hurt like hell. No doubt about it.

“I’m waiting.”

“Master…please.” My voice sounded small and uncertain.

“Please, what? You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Gage was at the top of his game, and he wasn’t about to back down. Splaying my ass cheeks wasn’t enough—he intended to drag the words from my soul.

I cleared my throat and forced my pride down, but it sat in my gut like deadweight. “Please put your cock in my ass, Master.”

“Sexiest fucking words I’ve ever heard.” He eased inside me, just the tip at first, and stretched and pushed, gaining more of my ass with each inch forward. Fuck, it hurt. No denying that it did, and I could do nothing but lay there and try to relax, try to accept his girth because he was filling me no matter what.

And that was the most disturbing part of our relationship. Gage didn’t need my consent because I’d given it the day I married him. He was in charge.Hedecided all things. Sure, I could change my mind. If I left him.

He knew I wouldn’t. He made sure I wouldn’t. Our marriage was unhealthy and distorted, but I didn’t care anymore. Like a true addict, I kept coming back for more.

With a growl that bordered on possessive, he seated his full length inside my tight space, and somehow, despite the pain and the fear that had grown too big in my head, taking his cock in my ass felt a little like him coming home.

5. Thumbed

Weekends were always busy, especially when Conner came to visit. The kids got along, for the most part, filling the house with their boisterous games and laughter.

Except for when they didn’t.

I’d take rambunctious play any day over the bickering going on in the other room, escalating to a feverish pitch with each “stop it!” from Eve. This wasn’t good, especially since Gage was trying to catch up on work so we’d have the day to spend with the kids.

Abandoning the pita pockets I was putting together for lunch, I hurried from the kitchen and spotted the two of them sitting side-by-side on the couch in the living room. Conner held a game controller in his hand, but he focused mostly on Eve. Every few seconds, he flicked the crayon she clutched in her fingers, making her draw a jagged line.

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