Page 43 of Devious
I shake my head. “Oh no, I can’t. I don’t know how. There isn’t any music playing.”
“I’ll teach you.” He yanks me out of the chair, then ushers me to the living room and grabs a remote from the end table and taps a button. Soft jazz music hums in the background.
He pulls me close, resting both hands on my lower back. He rests his chin on the top of my head, and I accidentally step on his feet. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “All you have to do is move your hips and follow my lead.” His voice tickles my ear.
This feels nice, being held by him. It feels nice to do something normal despite having just attended a funeral. My emotions are all over the place. I feel his erection digging into my stomach, and I look up and gaze into his blue eyes. He stops, removes a few strands of hair from my face, then leans down to place his mouth against my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I stand there, shocked for a second, but I deepen our kiss. His kiss shoots desire in my lower belly.
He pulls away, cupping my face. “I’m only going to ask for consent one time to fuck you; after that, I’m not asking anymore.”
I don’t want to give my virginity to him, but I want this more than anything.
All of my worries simply melt away.
My nipples harden at his words.
“Okay.”
He plays with the ends of my hair. “Run into the woods behind the mansion. I’ll start on five.”
“What will happen if you catch me?”
“Five. I’m going to catch you and do whatever I want to your sweet body.”
If I go through with this, there isn’t any going back.
But I want him to chase me.
“Four.”
I turn on my heels and run out the front door.
Devious
Iwatch Roselyn run out of the front door, and I continue to count as I rush upstairs and grab zip ties, a gag ball, then I change into a white T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
I rush to the backyard, passing the garden and the pool, inhaling the misty air of the darkening sky.
She isn’t going to get far because I have cameras throughout the woods. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I check the feed on my screen to find she’s running toward the beach, so I tuck the device back into my pocket. The crescent moon peeks between the tall leafy trees.
I’ve been waiting for this day for her to give me consent to fuck her, and once I take her virginity, I’m going to fuck her how I want to, do things to her that she would never dream of. I’ll train her and make her a whore for my dick, and I’ll worship her like she’s my altar.
I remove my phone from my pants pockets and check the feed again, watching as she ducks behind a gigantic willow tree, so I stroll slowly to her. I hear her labored breaths. Turning around, she throws pebbles at my head, and I duck, laughing. She’s really into this rape fantasy. If that’s what my wife wants, then I will give it to her. My dick tightens against the cotton material of my pants at the thought of forcing her. I grab her by the arms and place her hands behind her back. She tries to pull away from me, but I hold on tighter.
“What are you about to do?” she questions.
I smirk. “Giving you your fantasy. Remember what I said earlier. I’m only giving you consent one time; after tonight, I’m not asking anymore.”
Her cheeks turn a pale pink. “I understand. Please… Give me what I crave.”
She breaks free from my grip and slaps me across the face, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I secure the ties behind her back, grab the gag from my pocket, and place it around her mouth. Her eyes light up and she tries to talk around the gag.
“I have complete control of you and there isn’t anything you can do about it.”
She mumbles something through the gag again, but I shake my head. This won’t help her. I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder, carry her to the pool house. The minute we’re inside, I toss her over the bed, and she sits up, moves away from me, shaking her head. I can see the thrill and excitement in her eyes, and drool is dripping down her chin.
I’m taking what’s mine—and Roselyn is mine.
Pushing her legs apart, I yank up her dress, pull down her panties, and toss them to the floor. I need my dick to be sucked, and I haven’t had a good blow job in a long-ass time, but it’s not about me right now. It’s about her, fulfilling her needs.
