Page 56 of Devious Delusions

Her face would be paler, eyes bloodshot and pained, her lips blue and lifeless.

But I’d end up fucking hating myself. If I kill her, I’ll follow her.

Fucking mindfuck of a woman.

Her voice is still low but there’s more confidence in it as she asks, “I know you?”

“Yes.”

“Those things,” she gestures to the box between us with her chin, “are mine? I didn’t make them up?”

“They’re yours. You didn’t make them up.”

She just blinks without absorbing the information. Does she remember me now? Equal parts fear and excitement fill me—if she knows who I am, will she be more afraid? Or will she still choose that prick?

There’s no response, so I grip the front of her chair and pull her forward. The loose base of the seat slips against my hand, and I free it from under her so she’s ready for me. Her ass pushes through the gap, and she tenses her thighs to remain on the thin edge of the frame.

A small, meek gasp parts her lips as I cup between her thighs in the exposed gap underneath her. My doll has always loved the attention, the feeling of being free, and it’s no different now as she coats my palm. I slowly move my hand side to side as I watch her pupils eat up all that bright blue. Her moans are restrained but that’ll change soon, and I push two fingers inside her without any warning.

She clenches and the latex pulls against my fingers.

“Do you miss being called princess?” I ask with genuine curiosity.

It’s the wrong thing to do because her acceptance of me is blinked away and she spits out, “Why the fuck would you ask that?”

I shrug and there’s no emotion in my voice. “You told me you were a daddy’s girl, his princess, but he hasn’t visited you. Do you miss it?”

Anger has always suited her features, it brings out the golden tones in her hair and adds new depth. It’s no different now as she rages and attempts to pull herself free from the restraints I made.

“I am not his fucking anything.”

Curling my fingers inside her, I circle her clit with my thumb as she works herself up. Each time she thrashes, it forces her to ride my hand, and I amend her declaration.

“But you are mine. I can call you princess. Would you like that, Delilah?”

Tears fill her eyes but they’re a different type of pain and she shakes her head so fast that they skim the tops of her cheeks as she begs, “No. Please no.”

That’s the first time she’s said the word no. I fucked her hand, and she didn’t say it. Held a knife to her, and it wasn’t on her tongue. But it is now.

So I don’t use that word again.

“Good. I like you being koukla mou. It suits you,” I say and watch the relief settle into her.

I stand, pulling my fingers free. The black latex is shiny and perfect against the duller edges that she hasn’t touched. Bringing my fingers to her lips, I push them into her mouth and press them against the middle of her tongue, causing her to gag and look up at me.

Such a fucking mess. There’s dried spit on her chin, tears tracked on her cheeks, more collecting in her eyes, but she is fucking art. The type of art that is priceless and would be sealedin a controlled environment so even the elements couldn’t access it.

Her eyes remain on my hands as I pick up the roll of plastic wrap from the box. It’s a heavy-duty catering roll and my fingers don’t touch as I hold it in one hand. But she doesn’t ask questions as I lean forward and hold the wand vibrator against her inner thigh. It’s not on yet, so she can’t get the pleasure she so desperately wants. I still push it forward and rub her clit with the head just to hear her moan.

Her thighs tense, making my job easier as I unravel the end of the plastic wrap. It squeaks as I pull it taut and wrap it around her thigh and the wand.

“Wha—” she whispers and audibly gulps. “What are you doing?”

I keep passing the roll through the empty part of the chair where the seat should be as I look up. Her eyes are huge, all big and frightened, like an innocent little deer in a hunter’s crosshairs.

My voice comes out deeper with the excitement coursing through me. “We’re going to play a game.”

She tries to kick her way out of the plastic banded around her calf and all it does is cause noise. The sound is irritating as fuck, and it causes the wrapping around her thigh to twist, but it also moves the wand directly against what controls my filthy whore.

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