Page 9 of Deal with the Devil

“Fuck,” she hissed, thrashing back and forth beneath him.

“Now, pet, what did I say would happen when I caught you?” His dark, wicked delight bounced around her head. She glanced up, given just a moment to search for anyone who might save her. All of his staff stood frozen in place, just staring. Then he pushed her cheek back against the grass and she was truly screwed…or…she would be.

“That you’d fuck me where you found me.”

The bottom of his trench coat was flipped up around her shoulders. “You gave a good chase,” he teased, pressing his knees between her wet thighs. “I hope you enjoyed it.”

The worst part was, as she heard his belt being loosened and felt her legs were spread even wider, she did enjoy it. And he knew it. His fingers stroking the evidence along her slit. He hummed in appreciation before spreading her cunt with two fingers. There was no fingering her, no toying with her pussy, no light brushes. He’d told her when he caught her, he’d fuck her…and there was one thing she was beginning to learn about Knox: he was a man of his word.

A cock, long and stiff, speared into her. She groaned, eyes rolling back into her head. Her insides fluttered happily. He wasn’t girthy or stretching, but he definitely pressed deep into the cavity of her cunt. She clenched around him, eager formore. Wanting more of him, needing more of him; this is what she didn’t get in the car. His fingers had been delightful, working her into a frenzy. He was a master with them, but when he knocked his hips back and thrust into her a second time, the ache from deep inside of her was filled. His hips pressed into her backside, he rocked into her sharply. Her knees scraped against the grass, shifting to lift her hips off the ground.

“Such a good pet, ass up for me. Finally getting the cock you worked so hard for?” The hand that had pressed against the side of her head left to grab the front of her thighs. He spread her legs further, thrusting faster into her. “You want this?”

“Yes,” she confessed.

“Beg for it, pet, show me how much you want this cock.”

The embarrassment for being fucked, ass up, face down in the grass was no longer in her mind.If it had ever been there.She cried out, knowing better now. Knox liked his ego stroked. He liked the control, and he liked her begging. And Amelia liked the tingling that it sent up into her core as she cried out, “Please, fuck me harder. Knox, I want your cock, please, give it to me, give me more.”

The sharp slap of his palm against her ass was nowhere near the mind-wiping bliss of him fucking her into oblivion. Amelia normally wasn’t a penetration orgasm person. She hardly found release in it alone. It was delightful, and it certainly got her close. But it was the touch she desired. Her clit, her nipples, his fingernails scraping up her spine and raking into her ponytail, fisting her hair to the point of white spots filling her eyes, that’s what sent her over the edge. Her already live wire of a clit sparked with desire as he wrenched her face back from the earth.

Welp, guess everyone didn’t want to stick around for the show.The yard was empty of all but her and the fiend rearranging her insides. He pounded away at her cunt, sending her pussy into overdrive. Her walls clamped around him like a vice grip. He chuckled darkly, “Such a good pet, will you come for me? Will you show me how much you like my cock? You worked so hard for this, you might as well enjoy the fruits of your labor. Amelia, be a good pet, and come for me.”

Like she needed to be told twice.

Whatever build she was ascending before was accelerated when something slender and almost leathery slithered betweenthem. A tail.His tail.It curled around her clit with its skinny length and spun. His tail teased her exactly as he had in the car. Her world turned into a tilt-a-whirl. Drunk off his cock and pleasure, she broke. Cold, harsh bliss washed over her. The slapping sound of his hips against her was made louder by the slick between them. Wet sounds of his body meeting hers eagerly as he fucked her through her orgasm.

His tail didn’t let go of her clit. Instead, keeping her on that sharp edge of pain and pleasure, nearly over stimulated, her walls continued to milk him desperately.

“You want my cum too, don’t you. You’re milking me like you want it.”

“Please,” she shrieked.

“Beg for it.”

Shocker, should have seen that coming.Amelia didn’t have time to be snarky or bite back. The future of her pussy and what little sanity she had left were on the line as she screamed for him. “Knox, come in me. I want you to fill me. Please, I want you, give it to me.”

“My good, little, obedient pet,” His purr devastated her insides as she dropped into the grass. His tail let go of her clit and he thrust into her one last time. Warmth, a gooey center, she was nothing but a puddle of cum and limp limbs. Amelia panted for air as he rutted into her. They stayed tangled in each other’s bodies for a long time. At some point, she’d wrapped her legs around his. His palms ran up her ass and across her back. Steady, heavy pressure against her tense muscles, he released her from the knife’s edge fully. The cane popped out into its regular length, dropping into the grass before her fingers.

His cock slipped out, lazily pressing against her backside as he stretched over her. He manually brought her hands down, closer to her face. Rubbing her wrists in gentle circles, he whispered in her ear. “Feel better now?”

She spat the singular blade of grass that had penetrated her mouth to the ground. “Me? You’re the one who needed the fuck.”

“Amelia,” he warned playfully, nipping the shell of her ear.

“I—” She exhaled heavily. Did she feel better? She pushed up onto her elbows. This was what fucking him was like—a teasing nickname, games, making her beg for it, fluffing his ego, a little degradation with a little praise. Did that make her feel better? She could absolutely withstand twenty-three hours of this. She hoped they wouldn’t keep doing it in the grass…but she’d had worse stains on her knees. “Yes, I feel better.”

She wasn’t worried he was going to gut her like a fish and hang her by the toes anymore. She was, however, worried that she’d end up liking him by the end of it.If he wasn’t so fucking charming and good at biting back, maybe she’d stand a chance.Amelia was worried by the end of this, it wasn’t only cum she’d be full of…

Chapter three:

Knox

Getting a good chasegot the frenzy out of his blood. Was he still fully capable of tossing her against a wall and going feral on her already abused cunt? Yes. Was he more in control after barreling after her through the house? Yes. Was he sure he scared his housekeepers and gave Frank, the door guy, a small heart attack? Also yes. Knox led Amelia through the halls of the house to the back staircase. He’d intended to take her to the bath first, maybe feed her dinner, before he actually fucked her. But then he’d seen her looking at the halls and all he could think of was chasing her through them. Knox hadn’t found anyone who liked being chased before; being the big boss tended to make people feel a certain type of way if he hunted them down. He liked the challenge in her eyes.Come and get it, they said.

Thankfully, more connected to his body, in control of his cock, and cleansed of the horny frenzy that overtook him, he stepped into his room. Helping Amelia peel the trench coat from her body, he treated himself to seeing their mixed orgasm painted down her thighs. There were wet stains down the inside of his coat.That’s what soap’s for, right?He dropped his coat into thehamper just inside the door while Amelia walked the space of his room.

She let out a low whistle, “Okay, rich guy, think you could pick a more gaudy interior designer?”

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