Page 26 of De Vil

"Mommy!" She's chanting my name over and over, but I'm not ready for her to come.

"Remove your hands from your nipples and stay still."

I stop moving my tongue inside of her as I watch her complete the task. She doesn't move fast enough, and I slap her right thigh. She squeals and tries to move. I slap her pussy, and she gasps.

"What was that for?" She's breathless and writhing on the bed. I love how out of control she is.

"You didn't do what I asked with the speed I liked." I chuckle as she growls at me. "Little princess, mind your tone."

She blinks and pushes her pussy toward my mouth, and I back up from her body. "You don't get to make demands."

"But..." I move away from the bed, and she tries to sit up, but I put my hand on her stomach, keeping her down on the bed.

"Give me your hands." She shakes her head, and I slap her left breast. "Hands. Now." I enunciate the words, making sure she understands I'm not playing around.

I watch her intently as she places her hands above her head and I smile. "Good girl." I bend down suck on her right nipple. Then her left.

"See how you get rewarded when you are a good girl for me?" I nip at her flesh along her collarbone as I move my hands up her arms, tickling her skin with the tips of my fingers.

I place her wrists back in the cuffs and lock them tightly against the headboard. "You'll learn really quick I'm the one in charge here, Tia. That if I want you on the cusp of an orgasm for the next ten days, that's how it's going to be."

She tries to smart off, but I put my hand over her mouth. "Do you really want to continue that statement?"

Tia shakes her head and I smile down at her. "Great choice."

I walk away from the bed, and when I get to the door, I look back. "You'll stay here until I decide what to do with you, Roxy Dragon."

I can see the panic on her face, but I don't stop. The knowledge that I know who she is, needs to set in. This will either go one or two ways: one, she'll try to get me to not tell. Two, she will become belligerent and try to make threats.

Chuckling to myself, I walk into my room. I head to my closet and push the clothes apart to reveal a secret panel. Typing my birth year, I look at the contents. Pictures of Tia litter one side of the safe, but on the other, is a strap-on, ball gag, and whip.

Tia is definitely going to need the ball gag. She can't seem to stop yelling at me from the bedroom. I sit down on the bed and think about my actions and what I'm about to do. Reminding myself that she needs a Mommy, I stand up and put on the strap-on. There's no reason not to take Tia now.

Walking back into the room, I wait for her to catch sight of me.

"You are horrid. Let me go!" She yanks against her cuffs, but she's not going anywhere.

"If you don't stop, you'll cut through the skin on your ankles and wrists."

"Like you fucking care. Let me go, you psycho."

Yeah, I'm not accepting her rudeness anymore. I walk over to the bed and lay the whip down. I turn toward Tia, and she spits at me. I slap her. It's a gut reaction, one I regret doing immediately, but I'm not changing courses now.

Shoving the ball gag into her mouth, I lift her head and buckle the damn thing in place. "There, that will keep your bratty mouth shut for a while."

If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. I smirk at her. "Little princess doesn't like when Mommy is in control does she? You thought you could get under my skin and I'd give you what you wanted?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I pick up the whip and bring it down on Tia's chest. She instantly jerks, but I don't stop. Each breast gets a hit then another and another. Red welts pop up on her skin, and I lick each one. "Now that's a beautiful sight, little girl."

Finally, looking at her face, I see the tears and I bend down so I can whisper in her ear. "What’s the matter, princess? Can’t handle having a punishment that leaves a mark? Get used to it because I love seeing your skin marred."

I run the whip down her stomach and hit her right on her belly button. Her entire body bows off the bed. I push her back down then hit her again until there's an X on her stomach. "X marks the spot, baby."

I hit her again until the skin welts like her breasts have. Slowly, methodically, I move the whip along each leg, watching Tia brace for the hits. She'll be disappointed it won't be on her thighs. No, I'm going straight for her cunt.

One hit and she's screaming behind her gag. The whip lashes out onto her clit and she wriggles all around. "Be still or you'll get more licks. What do you want, Tia?"

Bringing the whip down again, she yanks so hard she bangs the headboard against the wall. "I see," I tell her as I bring the whip down again. There's no stopping her movement, I know this. The whole point is to make her dance and get her whipping done and over with.

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