Page 63 of Deal with the Devil

“I am,” He finally looked up from his hands to her face, “But not for dinner. Go up to the room... I want you wearing the collar... and only the collar.”

Her heart fluttered as she was able to bypass the heavy feeling in her chest with his directions. She wasn’t in control of her body. He’d freed her of her guilt by commanding her and she couldn’t speak the words ‘thank you’ loud enough. So, instead, she whirled around on her heel and charged up the steps. Amelia flew down the halls, heart pounding in her chest.

She’d barely gotten to the room before Amelia ripped off her shirt and bra. Flinging them onto a nearby chair for wearing later, she shoved her pants off her hips. Her collar was still in the bedside drawer. It was a comforting, heavy weight in her palms as she wrapped it around the back of her neck. Clicking it into place, sliding the buckle closed around her throat, she found her soul grounded back in her body again. Finally, like the rock she needed, she was alive again.

The bedroom door creaked open and Knox slid inside. His hair was askew and his pants rumpled. Clearly he’d done some of the persuading down in the basement. He shut the door behind him and glanced at Amelia. “Good pet. Now, on your knees and wait till my hands are washed.”

She sank beside the bed, hands folded in her lap. There was something incredibly peaceful, her mind scrubbed clean of any thought besides doing what he said. The rushing water from the sink cut off a minute later and he came out with dried hands.

“So obedient, I was almost expecting you to be doing a handstand or something on the other side of the room,” he teased.

Amelia glanced up, shaking her head. “I’ve disobeyed you enough for today.”

“Is that so?” he chuckled, stepping up toward her. “Even when you’re being naughty and rotten, you’re still a very good pet, Amelia. You shouldn’t punish yourself. That’s my job.”

She stared up at him from the floor, knees spread, hands clasped in front of her, nothing but the collar on. He cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb against her skin. Amelia shivered, waiting for him to give another command.

“Open those pretty lips, Pet.”

Her mouth dropped open without hesitation. He undid his belt with a flick of two fingers and a tug. It snapped out of his belt loop dangerously close to her face. She didn’t flinch. Eyes unbreaking as she stared up at him. He dropped the leather onto the bedside table behind her head. Amelia reached up between them, watching him for any sign he didn’t want her to move. He cocked an expectant brow as she grabbed ahold of the front of his pants. She undid the button and zipper before diving a hand deep into the fabric. His cock was already hard at her fingertips as she eased it out before her.

“Show me how sorry you are for disobeying me, Amelia. Be a good pet and wrap those lips around me.”

She happily leaned forward, kissing his tip. Knox cupped both her cheeks with his palms. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gave into the bliss of not being in control. Not of her body, not of her needs, not of her mind. She floated in an ocean of ease as she spread her lips over his cock. He sank into her mouth, warm and stiff. She swiveled her tongue around him, spreading her saliva across his silky skin. Knox brought her face forward and back. She melted into his hands, letting him manipulate her body. He didn’t fuck her mouth, not at first. Not for a long time. For an eternity, he brought her mouth closer and closer to the base of his cock. She was mindlessly humming, enjoying the rhythm of him slipping down her throat.

Then he started to fuck her mouth. Not fast, but sharp thrusts that pressed deep. Saliva pooled in her mouth, eyes watering, she opened her eyes to watch him. He locked eyes with her as he grunted, thrusting harder until she actually gagged. He slowed to a stop, letting her greedily gulp down saliva and air. After she nodded, he started again. Starting from slow, sliding in and out of her mouth as she sucked on him as best she could. Steadily he would pick up his thrusts until he was fucking her face again. Over and over, three different sets of progressively fucking her mouth harder till he would force her to gag. Then he’d start from the beginning again. Her punishment was to be helpless to him, and she reveled in it.

It took Knox till the fourth set to finally come. He didn’t stop this time when she gagged, instead, choking her once more as he stuffed his cock far down into her throat. Hot, salty release spilled down her throat. She gulped it down, tears streaming down her face. He stroked her cheeks then her jawline sweetly as he rode out the last few jerks of his orgasm. Slowly, careful of her fragile state, he slipped his cock from her mouth. “Tuck me away, Pet.”

She did as she was told. Slipping his soft cock back into his pants, running it against the seam on his left thigh before doing up his zipper. Knox stepped back from her, crossing the room toward the wall. “Stand up, and walk here,” he summoned a portal and stepped through it, “But back on your knees on the other side.”

Amelia scrambled to her feet, following after him. Stepping through the portal, she found herself inside his upstairs office. A crackling fireplace filled the mostly empty room with dancing amber light. Amelia dropped to her knees and sat before the portal as it closed behind her.

Knox sat spread on the fainting couch, arms along the spine of the furniture. “Good pet...now come here.”

Amelia looked down to her knees against the floor, then back up at him. He arched a brow, skin illuminated from the fireplace behind him. With a warm, gooey core, Amelia crawled. One hand and knee at a time, before the wash of delight rolled over her. Peeking up, she saw Knox’s smirk and her insides stirred again.

She came to a stop at his feet, sitting back on her shins.

“Now, was that so hard to just simply do as I ask?” He cocked his head to the side.

Amelia chuckled, shrugging playfully. “Sometimes it’s impossible.”

Knox took hold of her jaw and held her still as he leaned forward. He growled darkly, “Your filthy, naughty mouth is going to get you in so much trouble, pet.”

“I’m already in trouble,” she breathed, leaning into his touch as if he would let her kiss him.

“Not yet, you’re not.” He kissed her lips shortly before pulling back. Knox slapped his thigh, “Come, sit here, face the room.”

She crawled into his lap, draping her legs over his spread thighs. Knox spaced them even further. He cupped her cunt in one hand before grabbing the collar by the buckle in the other.

“You don’t get to come until I tell you, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready?” He tugged her collar, bringing her temple to his lips.

“Yes, Sir.” She was lost to his rumbling voice as he traced her slit, whispering something against her skin. Warm, slithering magic roamed down her body and sank into her, sealing her fate.Tonight was going to be a long night.

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