Page 12 of Claimed By The Devil

I should be frightened or offended, but there’s something about his expression that tells me this is just a game. He stands in front of me and motions for me to stand. I do and he grabs the back of his shirt that I’m wearing and pulls it tight against my skin.

“Go upstairs,” he commands, still holding onto the back of my shirt.

I march up the stairs, stomping my feet for emphasis. If he wants to play a game, the least I can do is play my part. We enter the bedroom and he goes into the closet. When he returns, he’s holding a leather belt. He snaps the leather and it cracks, making me gasp.

“Undress,” he demands and I wonder exactly what might happen if I defy him.

“No,” I say, shaking my head.

He moves like a lion, grabs me by the arms, and spins me around. Crack! His hand comes down on my behind, and I shriek from the shock of it.

“Undress or I’ll take you over my knee.”

This is a defining moment for me, and I take my time contemplating my next move. The clap of his hand on my ass sent a sensation straight to my crotch, and I want to feel it again so I shake my head.

“Oh, you naughty little girl,” he says. He picks me up and carries me to the bed where he sits on the edge and lays me across his lap. With one strong hand, he tugs at my panties, and I hear the fabric rip. He palms my bare ass and rubs each cheek then, without warning, slaps me. This time harder than the first.

“More? Or are you going to do as you're told?”

“Make me.”

“Oh, I’m beginning to think you like this, naughty girl.”

He paddles my behind until the skin is red. Each slap sends a rush of pleasure to my loins and causes his cock to swell against my belly.

“Get up,” he instructs me and I stand on my wobbly legs. He lifts the shirt over my head and tosses it across the room. He grabs the front of my bra and pulls until the closure snaps open and he yanks it off. He caresses my breasts gently and then slaps them hard.

“Shit!” I gasp.

He lifts my arms over my head and wraps a hand around my wrists, keeping them in place, while he wraps the belt around them and pulls it tight.

“Now, on the bed on your knees.”

I comply and get into position. He removes his boxers and strokes his huge penis as I watch.

“This is all yours, baby,” he tells me. He climbs onto the bed behind me and bends me forward, mounting me from behind.

8

THE THIRD PARTY

DANNY

Deirdre and I drive to her places so that she can change into fresh clothes and then set out for the city for an early dinner. I wait for her in the living room, doing my best to ignore the accusatory stares that the maid sends my way. When Deirdre returns from her room, I am once again awestruck by her absolute perfection.

“You look amazing,” I exclaim and she spins around so that I can see the back of her petite floral sundress.

“Thank you,” she beams. “Should we go?”

“Yeah, let’s go. Your maid doesn’t like me,” I reply while glaring at the old woman who huffs at me and walks away.

“That’s okay. She doesn’t like anyone,” Deirdre giggles.

I have some business to take care of so I call Jimmy from the car and tell him where to meet us. Deirdre looks uncomfortable with the idea, so I take her hand and tell her, “There will be times when business interferes with our plans, but I’ll try to keep it brief. I want you all to myself.”

She smiles and says, “I just don’t want to be in the way.”

“You? I’d move mountains just to clear a path for you.”

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