Page 59 of Destined for the Devil
Again and again, he fucked my throat—used me just how I’d imagined. I whined pitifully, feeling hot tears slide down my cheeks.
Oh my God. This was what I wanted.
Finally, he pulled out, leaving me breathless and shaking. I fell forward onto my hands, panting, half-sobbing, and trying to hold off my orgasm.
“Get on the bed.” He gave me so little time to recover! I couldn’t lift myself up, all of me mellow and spent, trembling on my knees.
So he took control. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up, walking me back toward the bed like I was a doll in his hands. He pushed meon—gently this time, waiting for me to fill my lungs with air.
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered once more, never shedding that dominant tone. My breath came in broken, shallow bursts, and I moved slowly, doing just as he said.
But then the bed shifted behind me, and I looked back to see Roman on his knees and towering over me, eyes devouring every inch of my body.
This felt so vulnerable. His hand slid up my spine, languid, tender, and he brushed my hair to one side. My mind became fuzzy when his fingers traced down my body, over the curve of my breast, continuing downward to my abdomen. Yes, fuck, his fingers ran the length of my soaked pussy, begging,begging, to be fucked.
With a feather touch, he circled my clit and dipped a finger inside me. “Please…” I choked out. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”
But instead, he leaned into my ear, his next words forceful and absolute. “Fuckno. Not until your delicious, teasing ass is red from my hands.” Ugh, fuck!
His fingers slipped out of me, and he dragged them up, over my asshole, landing his palm on my lower back. “How many times do you deserve to be spanked, Angel? Hm?”
“Oh my Goh-od.” Delirious, that was all I could manage to moan.
He resumed the position on his knees, and I dared glance over my shoulder, but he jerked my hair back, my jaw dropping from every one of his actions. Eyes closed, hands bound, back arched—I was his to use. He gave me exactly what I asked for.
Anticipation pulsed inside me from the unknown, but then it came—his palm landed on my right asscheek, the sound sharp and loud in the room.
It stung all over, and the pain seeped into my skin,altering my mind.
Oh my God.
Why, why did this feel so fuckinggood?!
“Count for me, baby,” he instructed, but I lost the gift of speech, frantically trying to fill my lungs with enough air to work through the pleasure spreading through me. “Count for me!”
And then I almost passed out. He thrust inside me, no warning, just a brutal, perfect push of his cock, slamming into me so hard I yelped. But he pulled out just as fast, ripping the sensation away. I pushed my ass back instinctively, asking for more, “Again, again,please!”
Instead, his palm landed harder, this time on the other asscheek. The force knocked me onto my elbows, and the truth hit me just as hard as his palm.
I fuckinglovedthis.
“T-two!” I choked out with the last of my strength.
His hands slid up, gently rubbing my lower back. “Good girl. Count again.” Hepraisedme.
“Three…”
He continued, the slaps coming down harder as I counted through gritted teeth, through pain and pleasure that swirled inside me, demanding more. Making me crave more.
"Twenty," I whispered, the sound almost nonexistent. My forehead rested on my forearms, and tears spilled from my eyes—just like I wanted.
I stayed there, face down, ass up, fully trusting and enjoying the process. Roman’s hand never let go of my hair, and he pulled it back with each slap, delivering a dose of affliction everywhere.
And I took it all. Trusted him. Drowned in his voice. His body.Oursin.
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