Page 15 of Roses for the Damned

His hands finally touched her as he flipped her over onto her stomach before disappearing out of sight. Delirious from her orgasm, she didn’t notice when he returned with coils of rope. Her limbs were tied up to each of the four bed posts, leaving her completely helpless and spread out like an eagle in front of him.

“A true heavenly masterpiece,” he muttered low, taking the oil from before and lubing her pucker. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, little dove?” She groaned, shaking her head. “Use your words.”

“Yes, but, the men weren’t as big as you.”

Chuckling, he lifted her hips. “Of course not, sweet human, they’re silly sheep,” he spread her ass, lining his tip up with her forbidden hole, “and I am the fucking devil.” His cock dove in, breaching her entrance and pushing through the first layer of resistance.

Crying out, her limbs tensed against the ropes. “Fuck, Gabriel, it hurts so much.” Tears rolled down her face, the pain excruciating from the sheer size of him.

“Shh, you’re doing so well,” he caressed her spine, easing out a small portion then diving back in, each time slightly more as she began to relax against him. “That’s it, little dove, open up for me. Let me in.”

“Oh, fuck–” she gasped as his entire cock finally settled inside of her, “Oh, my God, fuck, fuck–” the feeling of being split in two overtook her as he rolled his hips, retracting slightly before slamming back in.

She bucked, raw pleasure overriding the initial pain, making her go feral as he began to truly fuck her ass. It was nothing like she had ever felt before. His tail wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air every now and then. Her pussy pulsed, gaping empty, desperate to be filled.

All sense of time and space disappeared as Gabriel unleashed himself, railing her hard while she screamed in ecstasy throughout it all.

She was completely at his mercy, yet again, unable to do anything but take it all. And oh, did she take it.

Fingers plunged into her cunt, finally filling her aching center. Not knowing what to do with herself, she let go, bucking against his cock, driving it even further into her as she mindlessly ground herself on his thick digits. His tail squeezed her throat, heightening every sensation until she could no longer take it.

“I’m going to cum in your ass, little dove, and I won’t stop until it's leaking down into your pussy. Ready?” With one final push into both of her holes, she erupted, thrashing around him as his own orgasm took over, shooting thick cords of cum down her cavity that spilled over and into her core.

He collapsed onto her back, his cock still lodged inside of her, breathing heavily. “Little dove, I am never letting you go. You must know this.”

“I know, Gabriel,” she admitted as he carefully undid the bindings around her wrists, planting kisses along the reddened skin. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

And that’s how they both knew that they were hopelessly lost without each other, and that not even Heaven nor Hell would be able to separate them.

Ch. 10

S tanding outside her door, she slowly inhaled. This is it. I’m finally going to see father now. It had been months since she last saw the man; months, since she had been brutally stolen from her home.

Gabriel had insisted that she wait a bit longer before making the trip to the lower class districts of Paris, arguing that the police could still be searching for her and that until her presence was a mere memory in the back of Florent’s mind, she shouldn’t risk it.

But Rose couldn’t wait any more. She had to see her father. Had to see if Marie had kept her word. Besides, it was night time, no one would even be awake at this late hour. What could possibly go wrong?

Taking the spare key from under one of the flower pots, she quietly let herself in. Darkness greeted her, as expected, not even a candle flickering in the narrow hall.

Inching her way over to her father’s room, she took a calming breath, counting down from ten while her nerves settled down. A cough erupted from behind the wooden panel, making her breath catch. He’s awake.

“Who’s there?” her father called out, as if sensing that someone was standing just outside.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the sound of that frail voice, her heart aching from sorrow, imagining what the man had to endure during her absence. Ever so carefully, she stepped inside.

“Rose!” he bolted up, eyes wide as another coughing fit attacked him. “You’re alive!”

Rushing forward, she threw her arms around the slight man, hugging him, memorizing the feel of his body as a sense of foreboding took hold of her, one where she instantly knew that once she left here, she would never see him again.

He was so weak, so terribly thin. His body even more emaciated than the last time she saw him.

“Have you been taking your medication, father? Has Marie not been feeding you?”

“My dear child,” he released her, taking her hand in his own as he looked her over, “she is doing as much as she can. Do not be angry with her. Where have you been? They told me you were arrested, that you tried to kill that Lacroix boy.”

Pure rage took over at the utter lie that they had fed her father. “I did no such thing. He–” she stopped, deliberating whether or not she should concern the man with the truth. Deciding against it, she resumed in a more cautious manner, “–he got angry when I refused his advances and wanted me to pay for the blow to his fragile ego. Which was why he sent those police-men after me, to blackmail me into marrying him, threatening to hang me if I refused.” His eyes widened, so she quickly added, “But I managed to escape. I’m staying with a friend now, I’m safe and looked after. And, father,” she squeezed his hand, “I’m happy.”

Sighing in relief, her father rested peacefully against his pillow once more. “You must return then, Rose, go back to where you came from. The Lacroix family is spiteful, they will be looking for you to get their revenge. Do not come back, child. Go, now, before it’s too late.”

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