Page 134 of Dance With A Devil
She gasps.
“Quiet.” My voice slices through the tension. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to. Understood?”
“Yes, Diamond.”
I haul her to her feet, hand under her arm and fist still in her hair, backing her up against a tree. She’s breathing heavy now, chest rising and falling, nipples pressing against the fabric of her tank.
Good girl.
I strip off my belt and loop it around her wrists, securing her to the thick branch above her head. Then I drop to my knees and tug her sweatpants down.
She steps out of them willingly.
Naked from the waist down, with her legs spread and her body on full display, she lets me nudge her feet farther apart. Vulnerable. Wet. Fucking beautiful.
“You look perfect tied to this tree,” I murmur. “A filthy little thing waiting to be used.” She nods, barely breathing. “I’m going to punish your ass first. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own damn name. You good with that?”
“Yes, Diamond,” she whispers, voice trembling.
Good.
I step close. Close enough for her to feel the thickness of my cock straining through my pants, brushing against her ass. She shudders.
I wrap her hair around my hand again, yank her head back so she’s looking straight into my mask. “You want this?”
She nods. “Please.”
“That’s all I needed.”
I dip my head, press my lips to the delicate shell of her ear, and bite. Not hard, just enough to hear her gasp. My mouth trails down her neck, sucking at the tender flesh, marking her like she belongs to me.
Because right now, she fuckingdoes.
My free hand caresses the curve of her ass before delivering a sharp smack. She gasps again. I do it again. And again. Until her thighs are trembling and her breaths turn ragged.
She moans my name like it’s a prayer.
And I plan to be her god tonight.
I grab her chin again, forcing her to look at me once more.
“You said you wanted to be punished. You begged for it. Don’t start crying now, baby.”
Her lips part to say something, but I don’t give her the chance. I press two fingers between her legs, fuck, she’s soaked, and slide them in slowly, stretching her.
Her body jerks. But not away.
Toward me.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Take what I give you.”
And she does.
Moaning. Bucking. Arching her back as her pussy tightens around my fingers. I pump them deeper, curling just right until her entire body tightens.
She's about to break.
And when she does?
