His other hand was pressed over my heart, my pulse hammering against his palm. “I fucking love your frantic little heartbeat. It pounds so hard when I tease you.”
We’d barely started. He’d hardly touched me, yet he already had me wrapped so tightly around his fingers. I wanted him so badly I could cry.
I was just doing this to get off the leash, but I had a feeling I was going to enjoy it very much. It had me wondering if I escaped this Hell, would my soul still be damned after all this? With how good Belial’s fingers felt against me, I realized I wasn’t sure I cared.
After a tense minute of driving me to the brink of insanity from sheer anticipation, the demon pulled the tie loose and opened my nightgown.
“You’re beautiful, Rayven,” he murmured as his eyes raked down my body, his hand skimming up between my breasts. His fingers tapped a frantic beat against my sternum and it took me several moments to realize he was mimicking the rhythm of my heart.
I strained against my cuffs, wanting more of him. I wanted to taste his lips against mine, and drink his breath as he sighed at the feel of my body around him. But he held me down firmly, forcing me to take his ministrations at his own pace.
His hands roved over the dips and curves of my body. I tensed, waiting for him to comment on my scars. He stayed quiet, tracing every line and contour like he was intent on committing them to memory.
His hand moved to palm one of my breasts, flicking my pierced nipple. “I never saw these as anything more than body jewelry before. Something pretty to adorn the female form. But on you?
His eyes lifted to lock with mine. “On you they are fucking perfection.”
An embarrassing sound tore from my throat when he pinched the tender peak between his fingers and tweaked it. There was a sharp pain, but it quickly turned to a dull ache that sank straight to my apex. “Oh God.”
“God has no place here, nor prayers made to him. Here there is no hope of his salvation. Only dust, darkness and the screams of the damned.” He leaned forward, so close his breath swept over me, heating my flesh. “Soon your screams will join their forsaken chorus. And it will be my name in your mouth. Not God’s.”
“You seem pretty cocky,” I teased, wondering if he’d speed up his pace if I pestered him. “You sure about that?”
His only response was the curve of his lips behind his mask and a gravelly, “hmph.”
My heart lurched into my mouth when he twisted around and reached for the candle holder on the bedside table. I swallowed thickly, my attention honing in on the flickering flame and the molten wax dripping down the half-melted candle stick. “What are you going to do with that?”
“Teaching my bratty little human what it means to mouth off to a demon,” Belial said with a dark chuckle. He held the candlestick holder over my navel, and slowly tipped it. “Now hold still. And don’t be quiet. I want the entire castle to know what an insatiable slut our newest guest is.”
Almost as soon as the last word left his lips, the first bead of wax dropped from the candle and landed over my belly button. There was a flash of searing pain but it was over almost as soon as my brain had processed it.
Belial’s throat bobbed with a swallow when I mewled at the next series of burning droplets. “That’s right, mortal. Cry for me. Whimper. Beg for me to stop, or to give you more. I don’t give a fuck, so long as you beg.”
“P-please.” I braced myself for the sting when the next beads of wax crested the patch of skin between my breasts. He snarled at the way I tensed in preparation for each burning drop. Reaching for me, he placed his hand over my eyes, which was so large it swallowed half my face.
The next jolt of pain—braided tightly with pleasure—was more heightened by the anticipation of not knowing when the next drops would fall. When the wax started to fall onto my nipples, hardening over the metal piercings, I screamed.
It was delicious torture.
After several more minutes—with a thick crust of wax coating my tits—he pulled his hand away and placed the candle back on the bedside table.
“We’re done?” I asked, trying to keep the disappointment from my tone.
“Oh, we’re just getting started.” Goosebumps exploded over my skin at the grit in his voice. He grabbed and flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. He took my gown and pushed it over my hips, exposing my ass.
I craned my neck to look back at him, but his hand was in my hair, shoving my face down into the bed.
“No matter what happens, don’t turn around. Keep your head down. Understand, human?”
“I–I understand,” I stammered, so drunk with lust that I could barely speak.
“And what do you say if you want this to stop?”
I wouldn’t want it to stop. Unless he did something truly heinous, I couldn’t put an end to this. Not when my chance at freedom was on the line. Plus, I was enjoying this way too much to quit now. “Black widow.”
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he praised with a growl.
I heard him grabbing the candle again and on the next breath hot wax poured over the globe of my ass. My fingers curled into the blankets, and my body clenched at the searing warmth exploding through my body, turning my insides liquid.
