Page 28 of The Devil After Dark
“All you need to do is be a good girl and do what I tell you to do. You can do that for me right?” Cassio continued. I stared at him, my eyes wide. “You can do that for me right?” he repeated with a bite to his words.
“Yes!” I blurted out.
“Yes, what?” he countered.
“Yes, I will do what you say,” I whispered, my voice quivering. This was not how the turned on version of me had imagined this was going to go. And the logical part of my brain was scolding me with a taunting, “I told you this is how you die.” Not helpful.
Cassio walked to the side of the bed and I watched him slowly pull on his leather gloves. I looked up at him and his gloved handstroked my cheek before it slid down to my throat and squeezed. My mouth opened in shock as my air was cut off. Then his hand loosened, but didn’t move from my throat. He leaned down and kissed my lips. “Get on your knees,” he whispered. I nodded and he let go of me. I grasped the headboard as I pulled myself up to my knees and faced where my hands were tied. “Look at me,” Cassio ordered, and I turned my head to look at him. “I adore you,” he repeated. Then I watched in horror as he undid his leather belt and slid it from his belt loops.
“Cassio—” I pleaded. I did not know what he was going to do with his belt, but I was sure it was nothing good.
“Shh, shh, shh, baby.” He put his gloved finger up to his lips. Then he crawled onto the bed and knelt behind me.
There was a quick crack and my ass stung from where the belt had whipped me. My breath shuddered from me, but he had not used the buckle. Maybe there was still hope that I was not about to get beaten to death or worse, beaten until I wished I was dead. I let out a small cry as the belt cracked against my ass again. Okay. He clearly wasn’t trying to hit me very hard with it and I forced myself to breathe.
“Mmm,” Cassio groaned. “Your ass always just looks so fucking good.” I felt his hands on my hips and his tongue traced where the marks from being hit with the belt across my ass cheeks still stung. Gods how fucked up was I that I wanted him to do it all again. His hands rubbed my ass then slid up my back. Then suddenly the belt was around my neck and Cassio had it pulled tight. “How many times do you think you can cum tonight, Angel?” Cassio whispered against my ear.
“I … I don’t know,” I stammered back. My hands pulled at the restraints—his belt was around my neck. He could choke me and I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him. I was panicking and trying to grab onto any piece of control I might have.
“Mmm, baby, baby,” his hand on my chin turned my face to his. “I will never hurt you.” His eyes pierced into mine as he said the words. Emotionally he was destroying me, but physically, no, he hadn’t actually hurt me yet. “Now relax and count how many times you cum for me like the good girl I know you are.” As he kissed my lips he bit the bottom one and sucked it into his mouth. He knew that ruined me. He knew that he turned me on so much I could never tell him no.
Cassio moved back behind me, the light pressure on the belt around my neck told me it was still in his hand. Then he teased the tip of the leather down my spine before spanking me with his gloved hand.
The bed moved and Cassio’s hands ran down my thighs and his head dipped down and I felt his breath on my ass. His tongue teased next to my pussy and my back involuntarily arched. Then he licked straight through the center, stopping to dip his tongue inside of me. His teeth sunk into my ass as he groaned, “I love the way you taste.” Then his tongue was back between my legs. One of his gloves slapped my ass before he tossed it on the pillow next to me. I felt his fingers circle my clit as Cassio’s tongue slid inside of me again. This man’s tongue did terrible things to me. My entire body heated and my legs started to shake a little as it thrust inside of me. Then it slid out and up to my asshole. His finger replaced where his tongue had just been inside of me moments before and stroked a moan out of me as his tongue now teased my tight ass.
“Fuck, Cassio,” I gasped as I felt my body giving way to the pleasure he always knew how to draw out of me.
Cassio licked up my crack and continued up my spine. How many times could I climax? Was that even punishment?
It was absolutely a punishment. And the most fucked up part was I was already plotting ways to piss him off enough tomake him punish me again. Cassio had to nearly hold me upright in the shower afterwards and now I was lying motionless tucked into the pillows on my bed. Cassio was massaging my still trembling muscles and putting arnica on what were clearly going to be bruises tomorrow. I gave in as Cassio guided me to roll on my side and his hand stroked along my hip.
I wanted to say something. Anything. But I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I tried to reach out to him, but my arm wouldn’t move. I urged my body to roll to my back … I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even wiggle a finger. “Cassio, I can’t move!” The words spilled from my mouth. I could talk. I could breathe. I couldn’t move.
I watched Cassio’s lips trace along my hip. “Can you feel that?” he asked.
“No!” I couldn’t feel that. I couldn’t feel his hands on my skin anymore either. “Cassio, what’s happening?”
“I’m using magic to hold you still, and you don’t need to feel this either,” he whispered and planted another kiss on my hip.
CASSIO
Liana would never forget she was mine. Not after drawing out every last orgasm her body could handle and definitely not after I tattooed my name on her skin. There was a point where having too many orgasms crossed into uncontrollable ecstasy that was both torturous and addictive. I had pulled her across that line tonight. I had also learned how hard she actually liked it—which was pleasantly up to par with my liking too. “What are you doing?” Her voice was panicked.
Gods I was sick enough to love that she panicked. That fear in her voice was unbelievably arousing. I hadn’t used my magic on her much yet even though I was certainly thinking of all the ways Icould. I carefully pulled on the disposable gloves and laid out my supplies. “I am going to tattoo my name on you so that you never forget you’re mine,” I said once everything was arranged and ready.
“What?” she gasped.
“You heard me right. You thought you could just tell me to fuck off and that would be the end of this, but I need you to know there is no end. You are mine and the next step is you move in with me, then I make you my wife. But today, we are starting with making sure you, and everyone else, knows who you belong to,” I said as readied the tattoo gun over her skin. I looked up at her again and the panic had left her eyes. They were wide and her mouth was slightly open like she was going to say something bratty back, but simply forgot what to say. I watched her close her mouth slowly and swallow. My perfect fucking woman wasn’t even going to argue.
thirty-two
CASSIO
I was almost giddyabout today’s meeting with Liana and Roger. Apparently, Ivan and Stephan were sitting in on the meeting too. I didn’t actually care about the meeting, I could do this type of bullshit business fluff in my sleep. What I was most excited about was to see the look on Liana’s face as she tried to stay professional after our night together. After tattooing my name on her hip, I cuddled her and kissed her gently before letting her fall asleep in my arms. I left before she woke and had installed a few new cameras on my way out. She hadn’t found them yet because they were still working, but I had held off on looking at the feed before this meeting. It would be so much more satisfying to see how she was in public versus how she felt about things when she woke up.
The anticipation had been killing me all morning and as I stepped out of my car in front of their office building, I realized it might also be hard for me to keep a straight face in front of her colleagues. Jason was with me this morning and his eyebrows were raised at me the entire car ride, like he knew I had been up tosomething last night. He had just smirked at me and didn’t even ask. “Good morning, Mr. Padovano, Mr. Grimaldi” Thea greeted us. Before I could respond, Liana walked through the reception area where Thea’s desk was.
“Mr. Padovano, Mr. Grimaldi, good morning. I set us up in the conference room at the end of the hall. Can I get you anything?” Liana asked. Her back was straight and the folders, notebook, and pen she held in one hand made her actually seem like she might be able to keep it together today.
