Devil’s Toy

by Starling, Isabella

  “Do you want me to make you come, Master?” I looked up at him.

  “Yes.” He nodded as he approached, and I licked my lips to wet them in anticipation of what was to be forced between them.

  “I don’t want these lips, princess.” He slid his finger across them. “I want something much sweeter.”

  Oh god, he’s finally going to fuck me. He’s going to take my virginity.

  “Yes, Master.” I nodded, and he shifted his hand to a shoulder, then pushed me back against the mattress.

  The whip marks hurt when they rubbed against the fabric, but I was dripping with too much anticipation to care once Devlin started removing his clothes.

  He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting me see his magnificent upper torso as it was removed. His hand went to his belt and winced as I realized he was wearing something that could be used to punish me in an instant—I could already imagine how agonizing that belt would be if it was used with ill-intent on my body. But he didn’t hurt me—he removed it and tossed it to the floor before he unfastened his pants.

  His chinos hit the ground and he kicked them off, along with his shoes. He approached the bed, looking like a deity that had been sculpted from a fantasy—but he was no god. He was the devil himself and he was going to claim his princess.

  My body belonged to him the moment I signed the contract, but he had waited to take it—and he wasn’t going to wait any longer to have what was his. He put a knee on the bed and I stared into his eyes—the look said everything—even the things I didn’t know how to put into words.

  “You’re mine.” He extended a hand and tangled it in my hair, a second later he was on top of me, crushing my lips beneath his.

  It was a kiss that seared our lips together—passion, dominance and fury unleashed as his tongue ravaged my mouth. There was no doubt that he was in control, even if it was my first time. He could make the moment beautiful—or tragic. He could hurt me or treat me with tenderness. All I could do was accept the fate my Master had planned as he pushed a finger against my pussy and began to rub my wetness.

  “Tell me you want me.” He pulled back from our kiss and stared into my eyes.

  “I want you.” I nodded, the best that I could with his grip on my hair.

  “Beg me to fuck you.” His lips were against my neck, and he growled into my ear.

  “Please—please fuck me, Master.” I exhaled sharply when his lips made my skin sizzle with desire.

  He pulled my hair—hard. My head was forced back, and the entirety of my neck was exposed. He started kissing it while his finger continued to push into my wetness—far enough to stretch my hymen underneath his touch. The last symbol of my innocence—although I didn’t feel very innocent after the things he had already made me do. He pulled his finger away pushed my legs apart, still holding my hair so that all I could see was the paint on the wall behind us.

  “Your body belongs to me.” His lips moved down to my breasts. “Mine to take—mine to punish.”

  “Yes Master!” I exhaled sharply then I felt his teeth against my nipple—his kiss had turned it into a nub, and that nub was his to destroy if he wanted.

  He moved to my other nipple, lightly grazing it with his teeth before lifting. He shifted his weight and let go of my hair. My head rolled forward and watched as he gripped the base of his cock and moved it closer to my pussy—then it was pushing between my pussy lips—stretching the entrance around his incredible girth. There was an immediate pain—a sensation that surged through my body for a moment as the head disappeared.

  “You’ve been a good girl, princess—so I will not destroy your pussy when I claim it.” He growled under his breath. “But it is mine—and only mine.”

  “Yes Master.” I nodded, the grimaced when he pushed himself deeper.

  He shifted his weight again, rising like a demon between my thighs, then he was against my hymen. I winced when he pushed harder—the thin membrane stretched—then it ripped. I felt a sting—but that was only a momentary distraction because the torn flesh was stretched around his girth immediately and the burning sensation made me shake as it echoed within me. I had only felt a slight bit of his length, and already I was beginning to wonder if there was any way he was going to be able to make good on his promise—it felt like he was going to destroy my pussy before he was done.

  Inch by inch, I took his agonizing cock—his girth turning my virgin pussy into a glove that would only fit him. When half of it was inside me, he pulled back and gave me a gentle thrust—it certainly could have been harder. I wanted to thank him for that, but my breath felt like it had been sucked out of my body from the pain of being penetrated for the first time. He pulled back—another thrust—a little harder than the one before it—and he went deeper.

  “So fucking tight. I’m going to savor this moment like I’ll savor all of the ones we share.” He stared at me so intensely that it felt like he was looking directly into my soul. “As long as you obey, pleasure will be your reward. But disobedience…”

  “I know.” I forced my words out as he gave me a quick thrust that went a couple of inches deeper to show me that he could still hurt me if he so chose.

  He slowed his thrusts again, fucking the part that had been stretched around his girth—it was starting to feel—different. It wasn’t entirely pleasurable, but it didn’t hurt as much as it did. He kept pushing—kept thrusting—making more of his cock disappear inside me. It was like being tortured—slowly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I just needed him to give it all to—rip the bandage off so that I could feel the pleasure that was trying to form.

  “Master…” I put my hand on his chest and stared into his eyes. “Hurt me—please just hurt me.”

  I shifted my hips, trying to take the rest of his cock on my own. He pulled back and gasped, locking his gaze on mine.

  “Fine—I’m going to hurt you.” He leaned forward until he was against my ear. “I’m going to hurt you until it feels good—then I’m going to make you come.”

  Every inch went inside me in an instant until I felt his pelvis against mine. I screamed out in pain, but I wanted it—I needed it. He started to thrust—hard thrusts that made his hips bounce and the sound of our flesh coming together echo in the room. It hurt—god did it hurt—but I didn’t care. I needed my Master’s fury—I needed to be the one that could make him come, and I knew those gentle thrusts weren’t going to do it.

  “Harder—Master.” I wrapped my arms around his back. “Make me scream.”

  He did.

  But it wasn’t a scream of terror, or agony, or pain.

  It was my first scream of pure pleasure—like a door had been ripped wide open.

  It was my g-spot—and just like my body—it belonged to him.

  He picked up the pace of his thrusts. I felt his cock throbbing. The pulsations surged into my g-spot and sent euphoria through me like waves. I was no longer in pain. I was in ecstasy. I could taste the pleasure on my lips—feel it in my soul—and it was magical. Sex was so much better than being forced to come—so much more intense. I didn’t want it to end. I knew I was going to explode, but I didn’t want that to be the final moment we shared. I just wanted to orgasm until my body ascended to heaven—no, to hell.

  Because I was in bed with the devil, and his throne was in a lake of fire—like the one burning inside me as I begged for more. The pressure inside me was so intense that my muscles were hurting.

  “Oh my god—you’re going to make me come!” A harsh gasp rushed across my lips.

  “If you come before I fill you with my seed, I’m going to put you across my knee and blister your ass until you’re screaming for an entirely different reason.” His growl—his dominance—I was still his toy.

  “Yes Master!” I dug my nails into his back and tried to control my own surging desire.

  I held on—through the euphoria—through the bliss—through the raging need to erupt in ultimate ecstasy. I couldn’t give in. I had to obey—I was compelled
to be obedient. The thrusts were so fast that my body was being shifted on the mattress each time he crashed into me. The enormous bed was creaking beneath his weight—shaking harder than my own heartbeat which was thundering in my chest. Then I felt it—a throb—a pulsation—a change in the way he was breathing. He was about to erupt.

  “Come inside me Master—please.” I clung to him for dear life, and then I felt the eruption inside my pussy.

  His hot, sticky seed rushed from his shaft and exploded inside me. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I had permission—I could come. I felt my pussy begin to spasm on his length. The pressure released—the tension in my muscles got tighter and my toes curled. I orgasmed so hard I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes—a brilliant kaleidoscope of light like I was one with the universe—a celestial body that only needed our moment to feel complete—to know eternal damnation was my fate—because my soul was the devil’s property, just like my body.

  My spasms caused more of my Master’s lust to erupt from his cock while growls echoed in his throat. He drove himself into me again and again—long past the point that his desire was spent—because my pleasure was his focus. It was a gift I savored, because one orgasm wasn’t going to suck all of the pressure out of my body. I felt a second one building on top of the first, and then it ripped through me. My body started to shake as it subsided—I was practically numb from head to toe.

  “I didn’t give you permission to come twice.” He got up and stared at me.

  “Then punish me, Master.” I exhaled sharply. “Nothing you can do will make me regret that.”

  “Another time, perhaps.” A slight grin formed on the edge of his lips. “It was your first time—you’ll learn.”

  “Thank you.” I winced when his cock was pulled free and he crashed on the mattress beside me.

  Heavenly bliss. An afterglow that left me longing—yet there was an ache—one that longed for him to be inside me again. I slid closer and Devlin wrapped his arms around me. I had been claimed—ravaged—and I knew it was only the beginning. I was going to have to give my body to him anytime he wanted it—in any way that he desired.

  I may be the devil’s toy, and I won’t lose sight of why I’m here, but that doesn’t mean it has to be entirely miserable.

  Three

  Devlin

  I left my princess sleeping soundly in the bed the next morning.

  I’d woken up bright and early, and I was grateful she was still asleep since I had a task I had to finish before she opened those beautiful clear eyes.

  I walked down the hallway to my office, putting my shirt on and buttoning it up as I walked. Jasper spotted me as I made my way to the office, and he joined me, keeping up with my pace and not commenting on my outfit as he delivered the morning’s messages.

  That’s what I liked about Jasper. He was trustworthy, and he never made what wasn’t his business a problem. It was the reason he’d become my right-hand man, and I had no intention of changing his status in the coming years.

  “Any news on the house?” I asked him as I buttoned the top of my shirt and opened the door for my office.

  “There have been a few offers, the realtor says,” Jasper informed me. “She’s expecting your call this morning.”

  “Have you told her price isn’t an issue for me?” I questioned as I strode to my desk, sitting down on my leather office chair. “I’m willing to pay as much as she wants. But I’m going to own that place. I’m not taking a no for an answer.”

  “I have told her that,” Jasper nodded, shooting me an apologetic look. “Apparently, there is another buyer who is just as determined as you are to get the property.”

  “We’ll just have to see about that,” I muttered under my breath. “Thanks, Jasper.”

  He nodded, taking note of my tone and leaving. He closed the office door behind him just as I picked up the phone, dialing the number of the realtor responsible for the sale of the Cabot Estate.

  I wasn’t very sentimental, but even I knew how much that house and the land it sat on meant to Violet. And I wasn’t about to let it go, especially when it was being sold to pay off her father’s debts. I would be the new owner of Cabot Estate – not just because I had something to prove to both of our fathers, but because I wanted to show Violet I truly owned each and every aspect of her life. She was mine now, as well as everything that belonged to her. All fucking mine.

  “Hello?” The voice on the other side of the line was chirpy and cheerful, and I mentally prepared myself for the conversation with the much too bubbly realtor who was really a predator in disguise.

  Marlena Hodge didn’t care who got the house in the end. All she gave a shit about was making a quick buck that she could take to the bank.

  “Hello, Mrs. Hodge,” I replied primly. “I’m calling about the Cabot Estate. My assistant Jasper tells me he’s made an offer in my name for the property.”

  “He has indeed,” the woman nearly purred with happiness, obviously eager to deliver the news. “Unfortunately, your offer has been matched, and then upped to seven and a half million.”

  Good news for Marlena, bad news for me.

  “I will raise my offer,” I said without even hesitating. “Eight million for the Estate.”

  “I’m… I’m not going to be able to accept that,” she squeaked apprehensively.

  Why is she being difficult? This is money in her hand.

  “Why?” I barked. “I can have the money wired to you today. It’s not going to be a problem.”

  “I am well aware of that, Mr. Windsor,” she went on, her voice betraying just how nervous she was. “Unfortunately, we have another buyer for the property, and he’s willing to match any price you make, and up it by two-hundred-thousand.”

  “What?” I asked, feeling incredulous. “How is that possible? The Estate isn’t worth more than six million. You’re already ripping me off here. Why would anyone be willing to pay that much?”

  A standing offer with a guarantee to outbid the competition? That’s not even practical. Only a fool would do that…

  “You are forgetting about the custom-made Italian marble tile in the grand bathroom,” the woman went on. “And of course, we can’t forget the glass fixtures straight from the island of Murano near Venice in Italy-”

  “I don’t give a shit about the fixtures,” I responded as coolly as I could, but I was getting impatient. “And we both know the house isn’t worth more than six mil. So, Marlena, darling, please let me know when we can sign the papers.”

  “We can’t,” she breathed out after a short pause. “The other buyer… he will match any offer you make.”

  “Then just don’t fucking tell him,” I spat out. “Here’s the final offer, Marlena. Ten million. You’re robbing me fucking blind, but I’ll ignore that if you give me the house. I’ll draw up the papers, so the extra two mil go into your account.”

  I could practically see her eyes widening at that even though she was on the other side of the phone.

  “Um…” Her greed seemed to be overpowering her initial hesitation.

  That’s what I thought. She isn’t confident enough to believe the other buyer will actually match an offer this absurd. I win.

  “Think of that, Marlena,” I went on, my voice dripping with sugary sweetness. “You have two sons in high school, don’t you?”

  “And a daughter,” she whispered.

  “You could pay for their education,” I said, trying to tempt her with my offer. “You could pay off your house… Hell, you could buy a new house. A vacation home. You’d be taken care of, Marlena. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?”

  “I…” Gone was her chirpiness, now replaced with raw nerves.

  “What’s stopping you?” I said gently. “Your sense of what’s right and what’s wrong?”

  She was stubbornly quiet.

  “Do something for yourself for once,” I suggested. “And for your family. Think about how grateful they’ll be. Your daughter, how old is she?
”

  “Eighteen,” she managed to get out.

  “Eighteen,” I repeated. “Does she have a boyfriend?”

  “Yes,” Marlena answered. “A high school sweetheart. They’re already talking about getting married.”

  “You could pay for her dream wedding,” I told her gently. “Give her everything she wants. So say yes, Marlena. This is the chance of a lifetime.”

  A long pause followed, then finally she whispered, “Okay, Mr. Windsor. We have a deal.”

  Of course we do. I don’t lose. She knows that…

  “Perfect,” I said, back to my professional voice. “I’ll have the papers sent over and sign them on my end. I’d like the property available to me in a few days. Can you do that, Marlena?”

  “Of course, Mr. Windsor,” she said, her voice shaking lightly. “Thank you so much… you have no idea what you’ve done for me.”

  “Don’t mention it,” I ground out.

  I knew I could change lives with the sweep of a hand. But it didn’t matter to me. None of the people whose lives I’d just changed mattered. All I cared about was Violet Cabot and giving her everything she deserved.

  “One last thing, Marlena,” I went on. “I need to know who the other buyer is.”

  “Oh, Mr. Windsor,” she said nervously. “We’re not allowed to give out that information-”

  “Listen to me,” I practically growled. “I want to know who the other buyer is right the fuck now, or the whole deal is off. I don’t take kindly to people taking what’s mine. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she managed sheepishly.

  “The name, Marlena.” My voice got more threatening, enough for her to know ten million dollars could disappear in an instant.

  “Mr. Windsor, I-“

  “Now!” I could barely contain myself, and I could almost see her shivering at the sound of my voice.

  “Mr. Windsor, I don’t know how to tell you this,” she whispered.

  “What?” I barked in response.

  “The other buyer…” I could hear her swallowing the lump in her throat. “The other buyer was your father.”