“Oh, pet. If I didn’t know you to be a glutton for pain along with your pleasure, I’d say that you’re going to regret that. But I think you’re going to enjoy this quite a bit. Now, hold your breath.”
His hand snapped for me, his fingers gripping my throat over the collar. With more force than I could ever hope to fight, he pushed me back into the water.
I screamed, bubbles exploding to the surface. I heard his voice but it was muffled by the water filling my ears, not that I needed to hear his words to make out their meaning. He was chastising me for wasting air.
My scream turned to a moan as I felt his other hand slip under the water between my thighs.
He was touching me, while keeping me under the water. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. I was forced to take his fingers as they stoked–painfully gently–over my folds. When two fingers dipped inside, the burning in my lungs and the knot of anxiety in my gut somehow pushed the pleasure higher.
It was terrifying and wonderfully intense. Delicious, dark and depraved torment.
The bastard was right. I was enjoying it.
“Come and I’ll let you breathe.”
This time I made out the demon's words as he shouted to be heard.
His fingers picked up their pace. They weren’t gentle anymore. Now they worked furiously over my tender flesh, pumping into me so hard I saw stars.
Each precious second felt like an eternity.
Then, the pressure mounted. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that hidden spot, and I came with a scream, releasing my final vestiges of air. His fingers slipped into my collar and he wrenched me out of the water.
I gulped down several desperate breaths, then shot him a savage look. “You fucking bastard!”
He laughed, the sound dark and deep, sinking straight to the place that still throbbed from his touch.
“Remember what you say to your God when he makes you come?”
“Go to hell!”
“Already there, baby. And I’m pulling you down into the infernal dark with me.”
He pushed me back into the water, just as I was able to swallow down another breath. His hand was between my thighs again, this time with a pinky finger sliding into my ass, his thumb on my clit, and three fingers inside.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. It hurt, it hurt so good that my nerves felt like they were ripping apart, only to fuse back together into something stronger.
I came a second time. But he wasn’t letting up, his fingers keeping up that same delirious pace…
This was just like with the quicksand. Waiting until the last possible moment to pull me out.
Then it clicked, why he was so into this. He fetishized my heartbeat, my life—which seemed to be a common kink for demons here. So he enjoyed bringing me to the brink of death, just to pull me back out again. To feel my heart race.
He was a creature surrounded by so much death, he craved to feel alive.
A wicked thought bloomed in my mind as the fire in my lungs became unbearable. Before I could decide against it, I was pulling his earring out of my ear and, with all my strength burying the blade in his arm.
There was a growl and on the next beat his hold loosened, allowing me to lurch out of the water.
He was on his feet, wrenching the tiny blade out of his flesh and throwing it to the ground with a snarl. Blood welled from the wound, rolling down his arm and dripping onto the floor. It took me a moment to register the blood’s hue.
Black. Belial’s blood was as black as ink.
He looked up, his eyes dark and tumultuous behind his mask. “You audacious little slut.”
His words were a snarl, but there was no anger in them. If anything, they were charged with wonder, like he couldn’t believe I’d gone as far as to stab him.
I sat in the bath, thunderstruck by what had just happened.
