Page 29 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Stay here.” He demands, closing the door behind him.

I’m not one to follow directions, so I open the door no sooner than it clicked shut. I see him go to the crowd and ask something. When they all point in the direction of a guy, clearly drunk off his ass, he walks over to him and punches him square in the nose. From the way it’s bleeding, I know it’s gotta be broken.

He points in the guy's face as he motions two more guys over. They pick him up and take him downstairs. I hurry up, close the door, and stand back as it opens once again.

“What did you just do?”

“What any man would do to someone disrespecting a lady the way he was.”

“But he was drunk.”

“I don’t care, that is no excuse.” He stalks inside. “Furthermore, this conversation is over.” He says, causing me to look at him as if he grew a third head. “If you want to continue to argue, I will bend you over my knee.” The thought has me squirming as I envision him bending me over his knee and spanking me until I cry out… In pain or pleasure. I smile to myself as I look up to catch him staring at me. “Does the thought of me, taking you over my knee, excite you, dirty girl?” I’ve been caught red handed. No use in lying.

A simple, “Yes.” Escapes my mouth as I lift my chin up high, letting him know he doesn’t scare me.

“That’s good to know. Now, take off that fucking outfit and put your hands behind your back.” He demands, walking over to a dresser and reaching inside. He pulls something out but keeps it hidden behind his back as he takes a seat in a nearby chair. I go to kick off my red, fuck-me pumps when he says, “Leave them on.”

I smack my lips. “How cliche is that?” I slowly pull the leather straps of this ridiculous dress off my shoulders.

“Why is it cliche? Have you ever been fucked with your heels on?” I’m not going to answer that, so I just stare at him as I go back to peeling off this skintight dress. I put my head down just for a moment, and suddenly, he’s there. Lifting my hair off my shoulders so it doesn’t get tangled within the straps. “Careful, I’ll be the only one pulling your hair tonight.” He laughs.

“Why are you hiding behind the mask?” I ask, catching him off guard as I finally get my arms out of the dress. He doesn’t answer me as he pulls it down my little fupa, over my thick thighs, and round ass.

“Step out of it.” He orders, and I do. “Turn around.” I look up at him, searching his eyes, but all I get is a heated stare that mirrors my own. “Put your hand behind your back, and no more questions, dirty girl, or I will seal your mouth shut.”

“Rude.” I mumble as he chuckles behind me. Just when I was kinda warming up to him, I hear the loud click of handcuffs behind me. “Wh-what are you doing?” My breath is shaky and filled with anxiety.

“You’re going to learn to be submissive.” He says, coming around to stand back in front of me. “And you’re going to like it.” He leans in and whispers the last part. I raise my eyebrows at him as I hear his soft chuckle.

“What makes you think I’ll like it? Who says I’m not terrified right now?”

His left hand reaches out and touches my left cheek. Ever so slowly, he lets it fall down to the curve of my breast, palming it for just a second before he places his hand over my heart.

“I can feel the steady beat of your heart. Fast and full of excitement of all the things I’ve promised you to come.” His tongue darts out and licks the tip of my top lip as my breath fans his face.

Reaching out, he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me closer, and licks my lips full on. My eyes slide closed until I feel him squeeze, telling me to let him in… And I do.

This kiss is filled with promise. He’s hungry, and I’m the meal he’s starving for. I should be scared, but I’m not. I shouldn’t want all those things he wants to give me, but I do. Am I the dirty, little girl he says I am? For tonight and him… I will be.

I shake my head from the memory that lives rent free in my head. That night was the best night I’veeverhad. Nothing has ever compared to the experience we shared.

I try and focus on the here and now but something pulls me back in, wanting me to remember.

He pulls me as he backs up towards the bed. Once his legs hit the back of it, he breaks the kiss.

“On your knees.” He says, and like the dirty girl I am, my knees buckle on their own as I slide down to the floor. “Good girl.” He purrs, and I duck my head before he can see the smile there. “Something tells me that pretty mouth of yours has never sucked a dick before.” How the fuck can he tell?

“What makes you say that?” I whisper.

“Because you talk back a lot. If you were being dicked down like a woman should, you wouldn’t give back so much lip.” He says, and I roll my eyes. “Keep in mind, every little thing you do that I don’t approve of while you are in my presence, won’t be forgotten.” He winks at me.

“And, what is that supposed to mean?”“You will find out when I’m ready.” He mumbles. “Now, open that dirty mouth of yours. I will teach you how I like my dick sucked.” He barks.

He is completely out of his mind if he thinks I’m going to suck him off.

For one, he is right, a dick has never graced my lips. And two, I don’t know how many pussies he’s stuck his dick in.

“No.” I look into his face as he masks his anger. Clearly, he isn’t used to the word, no. Well, newsflash, buddy, I’m not like most girls.

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