Page 107 of Forgotten Deeds

His lips curl back into a cruel smile, and my pussy absolutely strangles his dick. “I knew this good girl act wouldn’t last. Such a filthy whore.”

Mmm, and there’s my Diávolos.

Grabbing my hips, he lifts me off his dick and tosses me to the bed. “Don’t move,” he menaces, getting up and stalking to the closet.

I’m vibrating with anticipation when he returns with rope in hand. He’s got that crazy Diávolos look, making it far too easy for me to slip into my role in this little game. “Please, no!” A heady combination of fear and desire courses through my veins as I scramble to the other side of the bed.

He laughs darkly, grabbing me by my ankle; my upper half crumbles to the bed as he drags me back to his side with ease. Now on my stomach, he holds me down as he spreads my legs. “Behave, or I’ll blindfold and gag you,” he threatens, his teeth scrapping the slope of my ass cheek.

“I’ll behave,” I promise. My body stills, even though a tiny part of me is curious to know what it would be like. Unable to see. Unable to speak. Completely at Diávolos’ mercy.

“There’s my good little slut.” Grabbing my arms from behind, he ties my wrists together. Admiring his work, he hums. “Fuck if that isn’t a sight.” He loops the rope around my ankles until they’re bound together, before pushing my legs up to where they’re bent at the knees at ninety degrees—my feet in the air. With my body contorted in this position, he secures the binding around my ankles to the binding around my wrists, leaving enough slack to where I’m comfortable; as comfortable as one can be while hogtied, I suppose.

I try to tug against the restraints, causing myself to bounce on the bed; that’s about as much movement as I can manage in this position. “That’s right. You’re Diávolos’ plaything now.” He laughs darkly, trailing his finger along my ass crack. “And I don’t plan on letting you go. Ever.”

Sounds like heaven to me.

Darius shifts to where he’s on his knees towering over me, and I have to tilt my neck up at an awkward angle to see him. Fuck, he looks so dangerous I might come from the sight of him alone. He was right: I just need to think about my bad husband to get off.

He smiles as if he can read my thoughts, smushing my cheeks together with his hand; the action causes my lips to pucker. “Look at this pouty mouth, begging for my dick.” He tightens his hold as he grips his dick with his other hand, leaning in and painting my lips with his precum.

I whimper, and he squeezes my cheeks harder, bordering on painful.

“Open,” Darius commands, and I open my mouth. He gathers his excitement from my lips with his index finger, shoving it inside my mouth. I take it upon myself to run my tongue over the pad of his finger, lapping the salty taste of him.

Nostrils flaring, he jerks his digit out of my mouth. “You like tempting the devil, don’t you, little angel?”

“No,” I lie.

“No?” Darius mocks. My pink vibrator is now in his hand, and he turns it on; a whirling sound fills the room. “You didn’t tease me with this?” He slides the wand underneath my pelvis, shifting it until he finds my clit.

“I didn’t know you were watching me.” I moan.

“What would you have done had you known?” He muses. “Would you have gotten up and fixed your blinds, or would you have spread that filthy pussy open wider for me to see?”

Panting, I arch my ass in the air, trying to move away from the vibrator; the speed combined with his dirty words feels too intense.

He notices, and gives my ass a firm smack. “Lay down.”

Lowering my pelvis back to the bed, I whimper as he presses a button on my vibrator, turning up to high speed. “Fuck!” I cry out. “It’s too much!”

He tsks. “You should have thought about that before taunting Diávolos with this pussy. Bad girls get punished.”

My body jerks and writhes; the sounds of the vibrator and my mewls of pleasure bordering on pain fill the room. I’m teetering on the edge when suddenly, the vibration stops. I cry out in surprise when I’m jerked to my left side, my right leg suspended in the air due to the restraints.

“Θ?λω να σε σκ?σω,” Darius menaces. He shifts closer to me on his knees, holding onto my bent leg. Growling, he squeezes my leg so hard I’m sure it’ll leave a bruise as thrusts his dick inside my pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry at the huge intrusion at this unusual angle.

“Με κ?νεις να χ?σω τον ?λεγχο.” He grits his teeth, keeping himself perfectly still inside me with a pained expression. “You make me loose control.”

I’m the one tied up, but I feel more powerful than maybe I’ve ever felt my entire life. “Good.” I hum. “Show me what Diávolos looks like when he loses control for his little whore.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he threatens, and begins to pound into me ruthlessly.

I’m immobilized, and all I can do is take everything he’s giving me. But I still want more. “Is that all Diávolos has got?” I goad him.

He laughs darkly, pulling out his dick coated with our combined desire, and shifts his body. Before I know what’s happening, he jerks my jaw open—shoving his dick inside my mouth.

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