Page 11 of Deviant Illusions

So, I punish her for it.

Ripping the knife from between her teeth, I slap my fingers directly over her asshole. The moans increase, both in volume and length. A dark laugh works through my throat as I do it again. “My little pain slut. Do you want me to abuse this little hole of yours?”

Her jaw trembles as she tries to breathe while dripping down her thighs. “Kane, let me down.”

“Why?” I muse, circling her nipple with the tip of the knife as I plunge two fingers into her tight ass.

“Fuuuuck,” she moans. Her neck tenses. The ropes tighten, abrasions forming on the column of her deceitful throat.

I make a nick on her tit and watch her blood slowly bead on the small line. My mouth waters as I lean forward, collecting a drop. It forces me to moan into her skin, and I lose control. Wrapping my teeth around the cut, I suck more into my mouth and scissor my fingers in her ass.

“Kane,” she whimpers.

I let her skin go, my teeth marks embedded into her chest, and my voice comes out deeper, harsher. “Keep whimpering like a pathetic little dog. It turns me on.”

She sounds perfect.

I hate it.

I hate that Delilah still has control over me, that I can still be in awe of the symphonies of her moans. She’s not only talented when stringing notes together on the piano. The ones she creates with her vocal cords have always meant more. Held more emotion. Enchanted me.

The moans continue. They float around me and change the atmosphere. They nearly transport me back into that besotted prick who would have laid on the floor to make her steps more comfortable. I can’t chase it away on my own, and I pull my fingers out of her ass. She clenches, another attempt to get control of me, so I bite into her chest.

It’s not to indulge her.

I need her to be in pain. To be torn apart and fucking ruined, to feel a fraction of the destruction she’s caused me. But it’s translated as pleasure, and she screams out as I roughly push an inch of the knife’s handle into her ass.

“KANE!”

Reaching around her sinful body, I grab her bound wrists and pull. If she wants freedom so fucking badly, she can earn it through the same way she does everything—by fucking it.

Small pants and moans break up the sound of my name on her lips as I slowly turn the knife and hook her bound wrists beneath the blade. There’s no risk of it cutting my dick with the sharp edge against the rope. The compact edges fray. It’s too thick for it to be cut entirely as I line up at her cunt.

My deviant doll rolls her hips, searching for me, and I push up. Her warm, dripping cunt welcomes me easily. Heaven is wrapped in hell, and I fully plunge into the flames as I thrust up.

Delilah rocks on the table legs, but she fucks me back.

“Look at you,” I scoff. “Ready to die for dick. Always ready.”

Her eyes are the darkest I’ve ever seen them. They almost match her true demonic nature as she lies, “For yours.”

The rounded edge of the knife handle pushes against the thin wall separating us and massages my dick as I fuck up into her. The audacity of her filthy fucking lies makes me move faster, and her foot slips off the table leg as she lets out a choked scream. “Kane!’

I make no attempt to stop her hanging herself as I speed up. But she becomes a fucking gymnast and jumps, wrapping her thighs around my waist. My bloody fingers ping off her cheek as she drops her hips down, fucking me back. She rests her forehead on mine as I hold her waist. Her beg brushes my lips. “Kiss me.”

Taking her bottom lip between my teeth, I pull. I pull to hurt, to mark her, to fucking stop myself giving in.

Delilah meets me thrust for thrust. Her face becomes redder and the harsh rope scratches her neck. But she doesn’t look away from me, and all I can fucking hear is her mumbled moans of my name. My palm stings from the force of it striking against her ass as she moves with more urgency.

“Beg.” I slow down, watching her frustration build as she works so fucking hard to fuck me.

She doesn’t.

The conniving fucking cunt stays silent and pins her eyes on me as she rolls her hips. The beam creaks from her determination, the rope rubbing against the oak. But nothing is a deterrent and she counters, “Kiss me.”

She’s getting close to her release and clenches around me. Her hips roll, massaging my dick from the inside out, as she repeats, “One more time. Kiss me as Kane, when I know it’s you.”

I tilt my head back to remove the temptation and her face falls. It doesn’t settle into anger but resolve as she locks her ankles against my ass and stretches her neck to alleviate the strain of the noose. It only shows the red bands while she rides me without any support. My jaw aches from how hard I’m tensing to hold back when I want nothing more than to come deep inside her poisonous cunt.

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