Page 40 of Downfall

Looking up at him with wide eyes, I do as he says, leaning back to a kneeling position and putting my arms out in front of me. I’m dripping from the promise of what’s coming. I’ve never been tied up, and I’m captivated watching him tie an intricate knot around my wrists. Then he pulls, and my chest falling to the bed as he ties me to the headboard.

Stepping back, he admires his handiwork. “Such a good girl for me, siren. Now, I just need…” he trails off, looking down at my nightstand and opening the drawer. Chuckling, he pulls out my dildo—the first gift I ever received from my stalker, from him. “Did this look—feel—familiar when you first used it?” He holds it next to his own dick, and I can see that it’s a replica, molded from him, and I gasp, making him chuckle again.

“Mine,” I whisper, remembering the note that came with it.Mine is the only dick you need.I didn’t understand it until now.

“And now you can have me twice,” he says, digging something else out of the drawer then climbing onto the bed behind me. I can’t turn to see what he’s doing with my hands tied, so I rest my cheek on the comforter again, resigned to only feeling.

I feel his fingers first, sliding through my wetness again. I’m already panting, dripping down my legs, so it’s easy for him to push himself into me to the hilt, his hips hitting my ass. He sets a punishing pace, holding my hip steady. I hear a click just before something cold drips down the crease of my ass, rolling over my back hole, and Kolson circles his fingers, inserting one, then two as I moan. His fingers thrusting into my ass as he fucks my pussy feels amazing, and I’m on the verge of coming when he suddenly pulls out, leaving me empty. I whine, moving my hips back to try to find something to grind onto.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be coming on my cocks soon.”

Cocks?

He thrusts the dildo into my pussy, using his palm to push it into me, then I feel the tip of his cock against my ass and more lube rolling down to meet it.

“Oh, fuck,” I scream, waiting to feel his wide head breech the tight hole.

“Relax for me. I don’t want to hurt you, Abby. Yet.”

I try to relax, my shoulders slumping, and he pushes into me, inch by thick inch. We’re both moaning together, and I feel so full, my orgasm building fast.

“Demon, fuck, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”

I hear another soft click, but I don’t register the sound until his blade is slicing at the tender skin on my lower back. He slows his thrusts as I groan at the pain and pleasure rushing through me, letting the dense rubber in my pussy still and holding my waist stationary instead as he carves into me.

“Mmm, now everyone will know who you belong to,” he says as I continue to moan, focusing on the euphoric feeling flooding my senses. “You’ve been trying to whore yourself out to every man in this city, but whose whore are you, siren?”

Dropping his knife to the bed, he grabs my hip in one hand and the rubber cock in the other, thrusting into me brutally.

“Yours! Fuck, only yours!” I scream as I come, and Kolson growls, spilling into me.

Kolson pulls out of me, and I collapse, exhausted. Kolson reaches over my head to untie me, then lays down behind me, pulling me into his arms as we both catch our breath.

Moving my hair out of his way, he plants soft kisses across my neck and shoulders.

“Let’s shower, then I’ll tell you everything,” he murmurs.

“Like what you carved into my back?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Just a little message to anyone who thinks they can take what’s mine.” Rolling me onto my back, he whispers against my lips, “I’m yourdemon, and now everyone will know you belong to me.”

After a shower and tending to the fresh cuts on my back, we sit on my couch, me in sweats and Kolson in his boxer briefs. I wouldn’t let him take me back to his place to talk, needing the explanation before I make any final decisions about being with him. I need to know exactly why he stayed away from me for so long, why he resorted to stalking me and being a shadow in my life instead of just being with me.

“Why did you really do this? I didn’t care about the money, the success. I just wanted you, demon.”

“I know, baby. But I knew I couldn’t have you until I took my own past out of the equation. And it was more complicated than I thought.”

I don’t say anything, silently encouraging him to go on.

“When I was in college and started dealing, the guy I got my supply from was a friend from campus. He played football on a scholarship, and the only reason he was dealing was because his dad made him.”

At that, I frown, confused. What kind of parent would force their child to sell drugs? And if he was on a scholarship, especially for sports, he would get in huge trouble, maybe even kicked out of school, just for being associated with drugs.

“Yeah, so, I wanted quick cash so I could start saving and investing, and he told me it was dangerous, but his dad was interested in meeting me. I was becoming a top dealer in their organization without having met anyone in it.

“Turns out, Jackson’s dad is the leader of the Mori Motorcycle Club. I never joined; I wasn’t interested in joining a gang or riding motorcycles, but I did make a deal with him.”

“And I assume that deal is the reason you stayed away from me?” I ask.

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