Page 59 of Devious Delusions

It’s too much, and frustrated tears burn a scalding path down my cheeks, dripping from my chin onto the plastic wrapped around my chest. The ghost slowly leans back, studying them. He collects one tear on the tip of his gloved finger and brings it up between our faces. Tilting his head to the side, he watches the curved drop the way someone would an intricate snowflake. The creepy clown mask is even more terrifying with that intrigue on display.

A deep rumble erupts from his chest and makes his admission animalistic.

“One day, I’m going to collect these little jewels and use them to fuck your ass.”

His palm slaps between my thighs, pushing the toys further inside me and making me gasp weakly as a sob cracks my voice.

“Please!”

I don’t know if I’m begging for him to stop or for more, all I know is that I need the constant vibrations to subside. There’s no change as I continue sobbing and look at him with my muscles twitching. Every part of my body is oversensitive, and I can feel his gaze as he slowly looks down my body.

Going back into the box, he takes out another toy. Then a bottle of lube. The cap clicking is loud in the quiet house, but he moves slowly, coating the plug in the liquid. It glistens as the midday sun rises above the tree line and he repeats his question.

“Do you remember?”

My tears run into my mouth as I beg, “No. Tell me, please. I can’t remember anything.”

He assesses me for a beat and pauses with his palm wrapped around the glistening steel plug. I want the mask to be removed, I want to see him, and I need to know his name so I don’t have to scream sounds in place of it.

The movements are even slower as the mask stares at me. He doesn’t tilt his head to the side or look down as he positions the plug at my ass and venom drips off his tongue.

“You promised you were mine.”

I moan low in my throat as he slowly twists the plug, applying more pressure. I never understood his threat of breaking me, but now I do. He fucks my ass with the plug without looking away from me. Everything is stretched and my muscles are already sore from being stuck in place, but it isn’t enough for him. He slowly presses his hand to my stomach and strokes up, making my breath shudder and goosebumps rise on my skin.

Heat emanates from his palm through the latex glove screeching against the plastic wrap as he moves up my chest while pressing his other fingers against the base of the plug, so it’s flush between my cheeks. The tension in my body finds an outlet as I scream, and he taps against the plug twice.

“Knock,” he says slowly, “knock.”

Twisted pleasure erupts and my mouth is still open, extending my hoarse, sobbed scream. Hot tears drip against my tongue, and I twitch as he curls his fingers over my heart. My climax was even more intense than the last and the vibrations push more sobs out of me as his sinister whisper penetrates the echoes of my screams.

“I want to hold this, your black heart, and have proof that you possess one.”

My jaw wobbles as I whisper, “I didn’t do anything to you.”

He tuts and leans back with his fingers still clawing against my chest. I shiver as he picks something up out of the box, but he doesn’t take out a toy. It’s a small square with a ball switch that is smaller than my palm. My gaze is fixed on his hand. The gloves are becoming something I’m attracted to, they make his hands look bigger, and he scrolls the ball with his thumb.

My thighs tense at the change in the vibrations, and he just watches me. They lower but still make me twitch with how sensitive I am, and he repeats, “You promised you were mine.” He flicks his thumb up, setting the vibrations on the highest rhythm. “Then you went to him. You went back tohim,Delilah!”

The plastic wrap tears as his fingers tighten against my chest like he can reach behind my ribcage to get his wish. It’s only the top layer but I can breathe easier, and he removes his hand to stroke a switch at the side of the square control. The plug in my ass begins to vibrate with each pass of his thumb. He does the same to the other side and the toy in my pussy begins vibrating too.

I whimper and cry, my face contorting and my limbs twisting to try and get away from it. But he just watches me and says, “There’s still space in that little asshole of yours. Don’t pretend it’s too much when you can take more.”

I try to power through the pleasure wrecking my body, but my mind is melting. The vibrations make each thing filling methrust. They pulse against each other, and I can feel it down to my bones.

Ghost stands up. The bulge in front of me makes my jaw drop, spit flowing from the corner of my mouth as I come again. It’s stronger and lasts too long. Something splashes against the floor and my feet. Light bursts behind my eyes and my ears ring before I’ve even begun screaming.

There’s no energy to scream. It comes out a low, keening whimper as my chest stutters.

My muscles are clenched so tightly that there’s a metallic thud against the tile beneath me and the pressure against my ass is removed. It’s followed by the other toys. They continue vibrating and splashing against the floor, kicking up droplets against the plastic wrapped around my calves, and I cry harder because it’s fucking humiliating.

He cups my cheek, and I lean into the touch as he dries the tears that have slipped into my ear. Does he know me well enough to know that I hate that wet feeling in my ear? Is that why he’s doing it?

His voice softens as he strokes my cheeks and hair.

“It’s okay, koukla mou. You’re beautiful when you cry, and you’re such a good little whore for me.”

The vibrations finally fucking stop, but he doesn’t undo the restraints and traces my quivering lip with his thumb. I make the mistake of looking up through my tears and begging, “Please, can I see you?”

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