I pressed one of my fingers into her mouth so she could taste herself on them, and she sucked greedily, her nostrils flaring.
My balls tightened as she sucked, her tongue sliding over my hard knuckles. I reached down and gripped her throat, squeezing just hard enough to restrict her airway and make her eyes widen. God she looked beautiful like that; a rag doll beneath me and completely at my mercy.
“Where are you?” I asked, my voice thick and dark, like black velvet tightening around her.
She looked confused for a moment before squeezing the words out, her throat bobbing against my palm as I tightened my grip on her. “Hell. I’m in hell,” she gasped.
I thrust against her, the ridge of my dick pressing against her core, and she gasped again. “Hell ain’t so bad, is it, Penny?”
She shook her head no, one leg hooking around the back of my leg to hold me against her as she tried to find the friction she needed to make herself come.
“But the thing with hell is that’s where the Devil lives. And the Devil likes to hurt people. He takes pleasure in someone else’s pain and suffering.” I squeezed a little more and she gasped for air, her back arching to bring us closer. “Do you know who I am?” I asked, my eyes boring into hers, my nose barely an inch away as I leaned down and inhaled her scent. So full of fear and desire, silently begging me, hating that she needed me.
She shook her head sullenly, and I abruptly let go of her, climbing off and standing up. Her eyes went to the ridge in my jeans where my dick was straining to get out. She greedily licked her lips, her breath coming out heavily.
“Sure you do,” I drolled, grabbing a joint from my back pocket and lighting it. “I’m the motherfucking Devil, Penny, and I’m here to hurt you, not pleasure you. Got it?”
~ 12 ~
Penny
I hated him.
I hated him more than I’d ever hated anyone or anything in my whole damned life.
I hated him more than I hated my daddy’s friends, and I really hated them.
More than I hated my daddy. And I really really hated my daddy.
More than I hated my life. And I really really really hated my life.
Not that it was even really my life. Other people controlled everything I did or didn’t do. I had no say in any of it. Not in the school I attended, or what I studied. Not in who were my friends. Not even in whose old lady I would end up as.
I was a pawn being handed over to whoever my daddy wanted to when the time came.
And yet I still hatedhimmore.
That was twice now that he’d gotten me to lower my guard and let him in, both figuratively and literally. He’d gotten past my defenses and broken me down, letting me surrender my innocence over to him. I’d been ten seconds from asking him to fuck my virginity away when he’d gotten up, declaring he wasn’t there to service me, and walked away.
What kind of person did that?
What kind of man was he?
No, not man, Devil.
That was what he’d called himself and he was right.
He was the Devil.
He seduced me, let me drop my guard, and then hurt me in ways unintelligible.
What he was doing was worse than torture. It was sadistic and sick. It was so painful it brought me to my knees begging for more. With every encounter he brought me closer to the edge. Closer to surrendering completely. To forgetting who I was.
And yet still, despite that knowledge, despite my hate for him, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Couldn’t stop imagining his touch, desiring his hands on me. Spanking me, fucking me, feeding me.
God, what was happening to me?
I squeezed my thighs together, a flash of pleasure snaking through me.
