Page 43 of Sold to the Devil
I swallow as I stand and obey. He leads us to the opposite side of the main building before opening a heavy wooden door, aged green and slightly chipped. My eyes widen when I see a bathtub as big as a swimming pool.
What the hell is this room?
“This is the prefect’ bathroom, sweetie,” he pulls out his wand and points it at the door, muttering a locking spell before soundproofing the room.
I swallow nervously. I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be here. So why bring us here? I wonder what he's planning, and my anxiety increases.
Yesterday was the first time I'd ever done anything sexual. I know it's going to happen, but I'm still nervous. I have no experience, and he does. What if I do something wrong?
Oh my god, I'm going to make a fool of myself!
I'm brought back to reality when he presses his body against my back and his hand moves my hair to the side, exposing the slender skin of my neck while his other hand settles on my hip. I gasp when I feel his lips glide over my skin.
“You're not going to make a fool of yourself, my love. It's my turn to give you pleasure.” His tongue meets my skin and I moan, closing my eyes.
He begins placing kisses on my neck and gently nibbles my skin. He moves his lips to my ear and nibbles at my lobe before whispering.
“Do you want me to make you come, my angel?”
He nibbles at my earlobe again, making me gasp. I can't form words, and he's barely touched me. He stops when I don't respond and places his hand on my throat, squeezing it lightly in warning.
“I asked you a question. Answer me, slut,” he orders venomously.
“Yes,” I mumble, blushing deeply, embarrassed to be so excited by these degradations.
“Yes, what?”
He again puts pressure on my throat, harder this time.
I swallow, mustering the confidence to answer.
Shit, this is so embarrassing but so exciting at the same time.
“I want you to make me come,” I mumble, closing my eyes in embarrassment as I feel my cheeks burn even more.
“Good girl.”
Hestarts kissing and nibbling at my neck again, causing a moan to escape my lips. I feel him smirk against my skin and I roll my eyes before widening slightly as his hand meets my stomach. He slowly moves it to the hem of my skirt before tugging on it lightly, teasing.
“May I?”
A small smile tugs at my lips. He always asks for my consent even after I've already told him I want him to touch me, to make me come.
“Yes.”
His hand moves under the waistband of my skirt and slides down to my panties. My breath catches as his fingers stroke my underwear. He lightly taps my clit through the fabric, and I moan as he presses another kiss to my ear.
“Are you sure, my angel?”
“Yes,” I mumble, closing my eyes and nodding my head.
He hums and runs his hand under the fabric of my panties, his fingers meeting my wetness. I moan as his fingers slide along my folds before moving up to my clit.
“Look at you, slut. Already so wet for me,” he growls, biting my neck.
I gasp at the feeling of his teeth on my tender skin. A moan escapes my lips when he begins to circle his fingers on my clit. He goes agonizingly slow, and I shift my hips, hoping to create more friction. He clicks his tongue in disapproval and places his free hand on my hip to hold me in place.
“Now, my love, be a good girl and be patient.”
