I wanted it to stop, and at the same time, I didn’t want it to end.
When the sound of rustling fabric met my ear, I knew he was taking out his cock. It took everything in me to keep myself from looking over my shoulder to see what created that huge bulge.
He’d punish me if I did. But I was learning pretty quickly that Belial’s punishments weren’t like the Lord of Bones’.
It was almost like he could see straight into my brain, because as soon as the thought popped into my mind, Belial snarled, “Don’t even think about it. Be still, and keep your eyes averted.”
When I nodded into the pillow, another few beads of wax peppered my flesh. Soon, his masculine grunts filled the quiet. He was stroking himself with one hand while he covered my backside with hot wax with the other.
“Fuck me,” I blurted out. I was so worked up, I needed relief. He’d promised to give it to me, but so far all he’d done was work me into tight knots.
Shock and frustration rolled off him in waves. Then silence as he debated. He was torn. I gave a little wiggle of my ass, hoping to tempt him.
He delivered a slap to the tender flesh, making me fall still. “No.”
“Why not?” I sobbed into the sheets. I felt pathetic, but I was so stupidly horny I didn’t care. “I thought you wanted me.”
“Oh I do, little human. That’s the problem. I want you too much. If I fuck you, and I feel the pound of that mortal heart kiss the tip of my dick, it’s all over. I’llneverlet you go. You don’t want that.”
I didn’t want that.
Right?
“Just—Please. Make this ache go away. You told me you’d give me relief.”
He growled again, this one low in his throat—almost a purr that calmed me. He continued to stroke himself, the noises tumbling from him turning sharp and harsh. Deliciously masculine noises.
Curiosity was eating me alive. I wanted to see his cock. No, fuck that. I wanted to do more than look at it. I wanted to touch it, taste it—take it in whatever hole he’d give it to me.
But I stayed still like he’d instructed, hoping he’d reward me for being obedient. I wasn’t much of a rule follower. But something told me Belial’s rewards were even better than his punishments.
As hot wax hit the base of my spine, beads of something cooler hit my back. He was coming, his cum joining the crust of wax over my reddened flesh. A string of curses fell from his lips.
I stayed there in the bed, holding my breath as I listened to him push himself back into his pants. Then he placed the candle back on the table and he blew it out, the room going a little darker.
“You were such a good girl for me. Now…” His breathing was labored, his chest heaving. “Now it’s your turn.”
More rustling hit my ears. I couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to sneak a peek for a second longer. I turned my head, glancing over my shoulder.
He reached for the wine bottle Holga had brought in with my dinner, bringing the bottle to his lips and tipping it back, draining the last of the wine. A drop of red liquid slipped down the chin of his mask and dripped onto his chest.
My mouth tingled with the urge to lick it up.
When he caught my gaze, his storm gray eyes flashed behind his mask. “Turn back around, little human.”
I did as I was told, pressing my cheek to the blankets. They didn’t smell much like him. He must not have slept in his bed very often.
Then I felt it.
The cold glass kissed my fever-hot skin. He rubbed the neck of the bottle through my folds, and he hummed in approval when he found me soaking.
He was going to fuck me with the wine bottle.
“You have the most beautiful cunt, little mortal. So pink and perfect. So much better than dead pussy. At least, that’s what the other psychopomps tell me. As the Lord’s ferryman, I have many duties and I don’t have time for either.”
“You’re fucked,” I said on a moan as he sunk the first inch of the wine bottle into my pussy. It was cold at the base, but its tip was still warm from his mouth. It felt better than it had any right to.
He was gentle at first, careful to slip it in slowly, making sure my walls stretched to take it before feeding me more. He eased it out of me before pushing it back in, this time filling me all the way up.
