So, I turn her on her stomach, breathing easier when her eyes are buried in a pillow.
A moment later, I’ve torn off her nightgown. She’s only wearing a pair of see-through lace panties underneath, and she lies panting before me in all her naked glory.
I glide my hands under her, pausing at her perfect creamy breasts, cupping them and marveling at how well they fit in my palms. I twist her nipples and grunt as she squirms, not realizing that as she does so, she lifts her bottom higher for me, and I see that her panties are already wet.
No, soaked.
I stuff two pillows under her, keeping her like that. Then I grasp her ankles and slip them in the two pairs of cuffs hidden in the base of the bed. Her thighs are spread, giving me access to everything.
I rake my hands over her body, admiring the light red lines I leave that dissolve quickly. Far too quickly. I’d like to mark her permanently.
Then, as one of my hands returns to her nipples, the other inches its way toward her panties.
I press the thin fabric against her wet folds as she sharply inhales, then moans with lust, her bottom still managing to quiver in spite of her taut position. I glide a finger back and forth against the cotton, drenching her panties completely with her arousal.
Then I rip them off and plunge my finger into her pussy, whileshe bucks, her moans growing louder.
When I finger her like this, I’m always reminded she’s a virgin still, and it makes my cock grow even harder. I still can’t understand why I haven’t taken her fully yet. Maybe some part of me wonders if, captive like this, she can fully consent to it. Though deep down, I haven’t had a doubt about it since the very first time she saw me, when all it took for her to melt in my arms was my hand in her hair. She’s always wanted me, just as much as I’ve always wanted her.
I guessI’mthe one who’s bothered she’s a captive. For all my thoughts of keeping her forever, I don’t quite want to do it this way. I want her to be free the day I deflower her.
My other hand leaves her breast to find the little nub hidden in her folds. I tease it for a few moments, but leave it when she starts bucking more, her pussy spasming around my finger.
Not tonight, little pet.
My finger still buried within her, I part her bottom with my other hand, and find her other entrance.
I press a knuckle against it, and she tenses. I’ve only fingered her there once, and it was because she’d asked me to hurt her. But she liked it, and I’m going to make her like it again. I lift my hand up, but only so I have room to stretch out my thumb, plunging it into her hard and fast, pushing past the ring of muscles that clenches against me.
The pleasurable moans turn into a gasp of discomfort, but her pain only turns me on more. I drive into her ass hard with my thumb while my middle finger finds her clit again. I slide another finger into her tight pussy, and groan when she starts to buck up again, displaying her bottom and the wetness between her thighs. Soon, she’s lost to the pleasure and pain, and it’s all I can do to stopjust when she starts to spasm around my finger again.
I withdraw from her pussy while punishing her bottom harder, and she whimpers in frustration.
I choose that moment to reveal my plans. “You’ve been getting just a little too curious with me lately,” I rumble in her ear. “Tonight, I’m going to show you who’s in control. I’m going to make you beg for it, but I won’t let you come. You won’t get a single orgasm.”
She inhales sharply, but her disappointment melts into pain when I finger-fuck her harder. Yet the neediness returns just as quickly, and soon she’s so frustrated she’s nearly crying. I can’t help but smirk.
I pass a finger over her folds again, but so lightly it only serves to frustrate her further.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl in her ear, nipping hard at her earlobe. “I’m going to keep you like this all night long. Tormenting you, and bringing you right to the edge, but never letting you come.”
Her arousal coats my finger, and my cock grows painfully hard. Not letting her come means not coming myself, but it’s worth it. It turns me on so much to see her find pleasure in pain and denial. We make a perfect pair, because hurting and denying my pet are two of my favorite things.
I wait a few moments for her arousal to lessen, my finger stilling in her ass, then I enter her pussy again. I thrust two fingers into her, reveling in the obscene wet slapping sounds they make. She squirms deliciously under me, and I keep going, fucking her in both holes until she’s a quivering mess.
Too soon, I feel her pussy begin to spasm again around my fingers, and this time, it’s hard to withdraw. I really want to makeher come after all, which surprises me, but I’m a man of my word. I’m a Devil. And if I go back on my promise, she’ll never believe me again.
So, I remove my fingers and she lets out a cry of need, twitching under me, arching toward me desperately. I reward her with a ringing smack on her bottom.
“Behave, pet,” I snort.
Then I lie down on top of her, crushing her body against mine, inhaling the scent of her, feeling her lithe form beneath mine, pressing my hard-on against her perfect thighs.
Fuck. She’s so sexy.
I could cream my boxers just by touching her like this. But that’s not going to happen again. I decide to take a pause, allow us both to wind down before I resume my torment, but the door knocks, interrupting all my plans. I spit out a volley of curse words as my pet tenses.
Goddammit. Why won’t those idiots ever leave me alone?
