Devil’s Toy

by Starling, Isabella

  I was raised in a home where I was provided with everything my heart desired—except Devlin. I wanted him as a child, when I was too young to understand why I couldn’t have him. He protected me. He gave me light in the darkness. Then he destroyed me. Then I found out that he truly was the devil.

  But, the middle of that chaos and lust was also a man who had something that resembled a soul. His kindness just came at a price. I had seen the inside of Cabot Estate again and if I followed all of Devlin’s rules, it would be mine. A gift from the devil, but everything had a price. His depravity would obviously claim something else that I didn’t know I could give—or would I want him to take it? The lines were getting blurred.

  Devlin’s control was absolute. He wouldn’t even let me pick up the phone when my sister called. She must have heard about the sale—someone must have told her I would be there. I had rejected her invitation, so I had no idea why she would be trying to contact me. As long as I was in the devil’s grasp, I would be able to talk to her unless Devlin allowed it—not that she knew what kind of situation I was in.

  It was a small sacrifice, although I missed the kind of relationship I used to have with my sister—before her husband ruined it.

  Maybe it’s better if I don’t call her back…

  “I’ve got another gift for you princess.” Devlin walked up and put his arms around my waist. “Another token of good faith so that you know I intend to uphold my bargain.”

  “Really?” I turned to face him. “What price will it have?”

  I’m afraid to ask what it is before he names his price—I guess I’m learning how to properly serve my Master—and not let myself believe that anything will be free.

  “Follow me.” He took my hand and led me upstairs.

  Devlin squeezed my hand tight as we got to my bedroom. He reached out and twisted the knob, throwing it open with a quick push. It hadn’t been that long since I had seen my own bedroom, but it felt like a fresh breath of air entering my body when I stepped into the room. Then Devlin’s hands were on my hips, moving along the edge of my thigh, teasing me through my dress.

  “We haven’t christened this bed.” He leaned my ear with a growl on the tip of his tongue. “And I want you to remember me when you finally return to it.”

  I didn’t have a choice. Devlin was my Master. He guided me towards the bed as he slid my dress off my shoulders. The zipper came down slowly and the expensive fabric hit the floor. He pushed me towards the bed—hard. I fell forward and caught myself on all fours. His hands were on my hips and he jerked my panties down with one swift jerk.

  “I bet you were a naughty girl in this room weren’t you?” He squeezed my ass and then pulled his hand away.

  SMACK!

  “Sometimes, Master.” I gasped when I felt the first sting of his hand.

  “You touched yourself in this bed—thinking of me.” His hand came again.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Yes.” My head fell forward as the sting made a confession roll off my tongue.

  “Well now you’re not going to have to touch yourself while you imagine what I would do to you if I was here.” His hand moved between my thigh and rubbed against my clit. “Now you’re going to get the real thing.”

  I heard him unzip his pants and kick them off. I looked over my shoulder at his powerful form as he positioned himself behind me. He pushed my thighs apart and began to enter me. I was wet enough that it didn’t hurt, but there was a soreness left behind from the last time we were together. It felt—different having him at that angle. It was like he was against my g-spot as soon as he buried himself—going so deep that I felt his balls against my clit.

  “You belong to me in every way.” He slid his hands along my back and wrapped them around the thick strap of my bra. “Anytime I want you—any way that I want you.”

  “Yes, Master.” All I could do was agree—my name on the contract made that a reality without a reminder.

  He started to thrust faster, and I couldn’t help but moan. His cock felt amazing and I wanted to cum so bad after he got going that my body roared in anticipation of my climax. I had thought about him underneath the covers I was being taken on—I couldn’t deny that. He was my fantasy before I accepted it as my reality—until he ruined what we had. That was over—I could look past what he did if he fulfilled his end of the bargain.

  “Don’t try to come before I’m ready.” He released one hand from my bra strap.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Oh god!” The combination of pain and pleasure didn’t push me away from an orgasm, it just made it more difficult to slow the release my body craved.

  He drove his cock into me over and over as I bit down on my lip and tried to prevent my body from reacting to his touch. I struggled—god did I struggle. When I felt him begin to pulsate it was like music inside my soul. I needed him to erupt—to fill me with his seed. That was the only way I was going to get the release I craved.

  “Come.” One word gave me the permission I needed more than anything else at that moment.

  I felt his release. Hot, sticky cum flooded my pussy. That was enough to send me over the edge. Nothing could have stopped me after that. I caved to my release and my pussy spasmed, milking his length as he kept driving in into me. His thrusts started to slow when my orgasm subsided. He was done. My body craved more, but I felt him start to withdraw. He slid around on the bed and grabbed my hair.

  “Clean up the mess you made.” He jerked me towards his saturated cock.

  I opened my mouth and took him deep, sucking the combination of our lust from his length. After he was no longer dripping with our passion, he pulled away and grabbed his pants. I fell forward against the mattress, ready to enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm. I felt his hand on my shoulder—I must have dozed, but it was only for a second.

  “Are you ready to hear about your next gift?” He sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Yes.” I blinked and nodded.

  “I’m taking you to see your father.” He patted my back and immediately stood up. “Get dressed. We’re leaving right now.”

  I thought I was hearing things, or I had slipped into a dream. No, it was real. I rolled over and sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed to gather my clothes. The dress was resistant to wrinkles, so it looked as beautiful as ever when I stepped back into it. Devlin walked behind me and zipped it up, forming a picture in my mirror that I remembered from memory—the day he helped me pick out my prom dress.

  Prom. My father didn’t take that well. I wonder how he’s going to react when he sees me with the devil himself while he’s in a cage.

  * * *

  The prison was not what I imagined. I thought it would be—cleaner. I thought he would be in something a little more sanitary, not something that smelled like a sewer when we were led towards the visitor’s area. My father was facing treason charges, so they skipped the white-collar resort he would have usually ended up in—especially for a man of his stature. Devlin followed me to the visiting area and I walked forward to sit down at a table that was separated in the middle by a thick pane of glass.

  The man on my left looked like he had led a hard life—there were tattoos on both arms and when he turned his head towards me, I saw a teardrop tattoo under his left eye. He looked like he could murder me with a stare—yet I had looked into the eyes of the devil, so he was not that terrifying. I looked to my right and saw a woman who was holding a baby with one on the way. I assumed the man on the other side of the glass wearing an orange jumpsuit was the father.

  My dad is in here with the dredges of society—after working too hard to build an empire that could provide us with all of the things we wanted…

  It’s not fair.

  I looked across the glass and saw a man being walked down a hallway. It wasn’t my father, so I looked past him—but then I realized that the man was approaching my glass. It was my father. He looked nothing like the man I remembered. There was heav
y stubble on his face, hair that was disheveled and unkempt. It looked like he had lost twenty pounds from his normally muscular frame. I swallowed hard when he sat down. He grabbed the phone and my heart began to beat hard in my chest.

  “Violet!” He was so happy—a smile behind the dirty stubble that was trying to become a beard.

  “Hello Daddy.” I took a deep breath and tried to put a smile on my face, despite the turmoil of seeing my father like that.

  “How did you get in here? Raymond said they weren’t even allowing me to have visitors! I’m happy to see you. These charges against me are not true—I swear on my life!” He rambled, but I didn’t interrupt until he paused.

  “I know, Daddy.” I nodded quickly. “I had help—but you may not be happy…”

  I didn’t have a choice—but I can’t tell him that.

  “What the fuck is he doing here!?” My father’s eyes flashed with rage as Devlin stepped forward and my father’s gaze locked on the devil’s intimidating stare.

  “He’s helping me. We’re going to get you out.” I tried to keep my voice calm.

  “I don’t want any help from a fucking Windsor.” He slammed the phone down—then he got up and walked away.

  “Daddy! No!” I screamed, jumped up, and beat on the glass with the palm of my hand. “Daddy, don’t go—we have more time!”

  It was too late. My father didn’t even look back at me as he was led towards his cell. The guard in the visiting area came over to tell me not to hit the glass, but Devlin stopped him in his tracks with a menacing glare.

  Tears filled my eyes and I turned to my only source of comfort—the devil. He wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight as the tears destroyed the makeup on my face.

  “He didn’t want to see me…” I felt my cries turning into sobs.

  “It’s okay. You know the wound is deep between our families.” Devlin exhaled into my ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Devlin led me towards the lobby and then we walked out of the prison to his waiting car. I might not have gotten to see my father as much as I wanted, but the visit confirmed my greatest fear—prison was going to kill my father. There was no way he could survive in that den of murderers, rapists and thieves. He didn’t belong there. He didn’t belong there at all.

  I’ll do anything to get my father out of that hell—I’ll do anything to make sure my brother doesn’t end up in a cell next to him.

  Devlin can have my body as many times as he wants—any way that he wants—even if he just wants to throw me over the hood of his car and fuck me in front of the prisoners in the yard.

  I don’t care.

  The only thing that matters is making sure my father doesn’t spend one more day in there than he has to.

  Six

  Devlin

  I did my best to cheer Violet up when we got to the car, but the only thing that did was my promise to help her father walk out of prison as a free man. She was able to swallow her despair, and the smile returned to her face. It was probably fake, but I was the only one offering to help, and she knew she needed to keep me happy in order to get what she wanted. We needed a distraction, and luckily, I already had one planned for the evening.

  “We’re going out to the city tonight,” I said as we walked into the main part of the Manor. “You’ll have an outfit waiting for you. Do your makeup and hair, too.”

  You cried it off—not that it makes you any less beautiful.

  I could tell she wasn’t really in the mood to go out, but she did her best to hide it.

  “I’m allowed to leave again?” She raised an eyebrow. “Twice in one day?”

  “You didn’t really think you’d always be a prisoner, did you, Violet?” I asked her. “Besides, I think we need a distraction after our trip to the prison.”

  “Yeah…” she whispered, glancing at the floor. “I appreciate it.”

  I stepped toward her, and she raised her gaze back to mine.

  Time to take control—that’s the real distraction she needs right now.

  “Then thank me properly,” I ordered, and she shivered under the touch on my fingertips. “Say it the way it should be said, princess. Stop playing around.”

  In a split second, she was my submissive again, yearning for every punishing touch of my firm hand and no longer thinking about her father’s predicament.

  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, her eyes fearfully locking on my stare.

  “Thank you for what?” I prompted her, prolonging her torture.

  Her lashes fluttered closed, then open again, and she looked right at me when she said, “Thank you for taking better care of me than anyone else ever has, Master.”

  Even your father? The man who turned you into a bratty little princess? Interesting…

  “You’re welcome,” I muttered, momentarily overcome by emotions as I leaned forward, trapping her mouth in a punishing kiss.

  I bit her bottom lip, making her mewl out loud into my mouth. Her hands found my hair, her body eager to respond to my rough touch. She succumbed to me yet again. If only she knew it was only practice for the night that lay ahead.

  I pulled back, my eyes sparkling with dark mischief as I pried her hands off me.

  “You’ll have to wait a bit longer, princess,” I told her. “Now go and rest. Be ready for me at eight. Wait for me in the foyer.”

  With those words, I left her waiting in the hall, feeling her lingering gaze on my back as I made my way out of the room.

  * * *

  “Good to see you’re not late tonight.” I glanced at my watch to confirm that my inner clock wasn’t wrong.

  She flushed, walking down the last few stairs and coming to stand in front of me like the perfect submissive pet. I let my eyes wander down her form, appreciating every curve in her figure. She looked breathtaking, more beautiful than I’d ever seen her in the black silk dress I’d picked for her, paired with peep-toe pink sandals.

  Too bad she’d have to strip it all off soon enough. She really was quite the vision.

  “I’m glad you like it, Master,” she whispered as I touched my hand to her soft, tousled waves. “I thought you might.”

  “You did, huh? You knew I would. I have a weak spot for my favorite girl in short dresses.” I pulled her forward, making her gasp out loud when I grabbed her thong-clad ass under the scandalously skimpy outfit. “Makes it so easy for me to take what I want, princess. Now come on, we’re going to be late.”

  I let go of her, catching her effortlessly when she stumbled from the sudden rush of cold air.

  “Watch your step,” I reminded her with a smirk.

  I escorted her to my car, having picked an Aston Martin for our drive that night. This time, we had a driver though, because I intended to indulge all my senses in my toy’s company.

  She stared out the window while we drove, eyes wide and dreamy as she drank in the cityscape.

  “Missing the city, princess?” I asked her, and she nodded wordlessly. I had a feeling there was more to it than just that, but I recognized an emotional moment when I saw one, so I left her alone with her thoughts.

  Ten minutes later, we were pulling up in front of a boulevard-style street, and the driver opened my door. I walked out onto smooth asphalt, buttoning my blazer as I made my way to Violet’s side of the door. I opened it for her, offering her my hand, and her eyes locked with mine as she got out of the car.

  “Oh, a Japanese restaurant!” she exclaimed when she saw the restaurant name, Nobu. “I can’t believe you remember I like sushi.”

  “How could I forget?” I grinned at her. “Remember our fathers’ merger party with the Japanese firm when you were seven? You were the main attraction, scarfing down sushi.”

  “It was delicious,” she said with a pointed smile, winking at me. “And I’ve always had good taste.”

  She sauntered past me and I grinned to myself as I accompanied her into the restaurant. A doorman greeted us, and we were immediately shown to a private ro
om inside the luxuriously-but-minimally decorated restaurant. Music was playing, pleasant classical tones with an edgy twist, at a loud enough volume to block out every other noise in the room.

  Violet glanced at me when she saw the private room. It was a large space, with a single chandelier light illuminating the center of the room where a long table had been set up.

  “It looks amazing,” she told me as I guided her inside.

  “Let me take your coat,” I offered, and she slipped out of it quickly, squinting at the rest of the room.

  “It’s so dark in here,” she muttered. “I can’t even see the corners of the room.”

  “You don’t need to,” I told her calmly. “All you need to focus on is the table.”

  She gave me a confused look as I led her back by her hand.

  “Strip for me, Violet,” I ordered.

  “N-Now?” she stuttered, her eyes glancing around the room.

  I took her chin in my hands, making her look directly at me.

  “Now.” I tightened my tone.

  My voice left no room for complaints, and she hurried to get out of her dress, revealing a lingerie set in fuchsia lace that matched her shoes.

  “Everything?” she whispered, her hands lingering on the snap on the front of her bra.

  “Everything,” I nodded. “Now, princess. Stop delaying what’s going to happen.”

  She undid her bra, and I didn’t take my eyes off her as she stripped the bra first, then stepped out of her panties. She didn’t attempt to cover up, instead of standing before me in all her glory. I inhaled sharply, letting my eyes wander over her pretty tits and the little triangle between her legs where she tasted the sweetest.

  “Lie on the table.” I pointed.

  She blanched at my words, hesitating only for a moment before she walked over to the desk, lying flat on her back. I approached her slowly, letting my fingertips ghost over her exposed skin.

  “You’ve heard of this, I presume?” I asked her gently. “Eating sushi off an exposed body?”