The thought was discarded completely when he sent me flying back to the covers. I landed gently enough, but the reality that he’d been able to fling me on the bed with such ease, coupled with the riling, arrogant smile on his face, was harsh.
“Let me dispel a few common misconceptions about my kind.” He moved closer, gliding toward me before he hovered by the side of the bed. “It is said we are only driven by selfish needs, desire, gluttony, and wrath, and while it is true, we do revel in these sins, our concerns are not purely self-interested.”
“Master, I—”
But I never finished that sentence. The tug of unseen hands at my wrists drew the words away, scattering them as the grasping fingers pulled my arms back over my head and pinioned me there. Of course, I resisted, thrashing on the bed and tilting my head back to see the unknown assailants, but to my horror, there was no one there. Nothing visible to accuse for my immobilization. No one but Satan.
“I will show you that despite the fact you are fabulously naked and at my mercy, it is not I who will garner pleasure from your situation, but you.”
My brow furrowed, his meaning unclear. “Please!” Usually, I hated to beg, but now it seemed so natural. This demon was so much stronger than me, a truth he had no qualms in constantly proving, and now, restrained somehow to the bed, I feared for what he intended. “Please, just let me go.”
“Silence.” He didn’t even have to raise his voice to garner my acquiescence, just that one word and the severe look in his eyes achieved it. “You will be quiet, or I shall force you to be.”
I gulped at the threat, mewling as the unseen hands pulled at my legs as well, drawing me out into a spread-eagled position on the bed.
“That is better.” His expression softened. “I do not want to make this any worse on you, Cathy.” He shook his head with a smile. “I do not know why you cannot just give in.”
I closed my eyes, considering his query and realizing he made a good point. Why couldn’t I just concede? We both knew that beneath my spiky exterior was a woman who had dreamed of being bound and exposed this way, and shamefully, I could tell, even now, there was arousal pooling at the apex of my thighs. It didn’t matter the insults and accusations that came from my lips, I wanted this, and we were both aware of the desire.
“I don’t know either, Master.” My eyes flew open, uncertain if I had permission to voice the reply, and anxious not to have upset him further. I was reassured, though, by the way he smiled, his hand reaching for my arm and grazing a hot line along the sensitive flesh.
“I think you will learn to surrender.” His tone was soft, knowing. “I think you will learn to relish the surrender, too, but first, as always, there must be some suffering to accompany the pleasure.”
Suffering? My body tensed at the thought.
“I’ll try to be good, Master,” and even though a part of me wanted to cringe at the confession, it was true. I had wanted this carnality, and now I had more than I reckoned, but even as anxiety about what he would do rocketed, I still couldn’t regret the decisions I’d made, which had landed me here. Just like Damon, Satan had been impossible to refuse, and he’d made me appreciate the extent to which I needed this treatment, too. The way my body responded to his authority, the way I’d liquefied at his kiss. As humiliating as they were to admit to myself, those responses had been real.
They’d been mine.
“Relax now,” his soft, cajoling tone poured over me, and even though the last thing my brain was instructing me to do was relax, my body yielded to his will, my muscles softening at his command. “Good girl. This is about your pleasure, remember.” He flashed me one of those devastating smiles, the sort which snatched my breath. “You have nothing to fear except pleasure itself.”
Searching for his gaze, I hoped for more of an explanation, but it seemed none were forthcoming. Instead, I followed the movement of his hand, watching as a large phallic-shaped item appeared in his palm.
“This is where the pleasure begins…” He arched an eyebrow at me again, chuckling as he flicked a switch on the device, and the thing began to vibrate in his fingers. “Does a moral woman like you know what this is?”
My brows knitted at his mocking tone. “Of course, I know!” I told him. “I have seen sex toys before.”
“Ever used one?” He tilted his head, apparently genuinely interested in my answer.
“No, I…” My words trailed off as I tried to reconcile why the thought had never appealed. “I never thought much of lust and carnal desire until Damon.”
He lowered the quivering implement in my direction, sliding it to my outstretched thighs, and as I caught his eyes, there was a wicked glint in his gaze, nefarious even for the devil. “Then, as it turns out, it seems we both have much to thank him for.”
Chapter Twelve
Satan
I pressed the end of the trembling vibrator to her inner thigh, rolling it along her flesh a while before my attention turned back to watch her expression.
“You know the point of the vibrator, then?” I smiled at her confusion, her thoughts scattering as she struggled to process the odd sensation.
“Vaguely,” she concurred, eyeing me seriously as the end of the toy neared the apex of her thighs.
My attention shifted back to the same destination, enjoying the opportunity to relish her sex for the first time. She was just as beautiful as I anticipated. Perhaps the blonde hairs covering her luscious lips, lips I could tell were already moist with her arousal, could be tamed a little, but I was not complaining. While I had witnessed Cathy strip from the shadows on a few occasions before I made my presence known, I had never had the chance to explore her, and now, bound and at my mercy, was the perfect occasion. Then there was the wonderful scent of her, that taunting aroma that teased and goaded me into more carnality than I had planned for this moment, but still, I took a second to breathe her in, allowing her to fill my senses.
“It is to bring the woman pleasure,” I confirmed, shifting the plastic to her center, nestling it between her lips.
“Oh!”
Her hips jerked forward in response, trying to push the intruder away, but naturally, that pursuit was hopeless. There would be no removing the toy until I deemed it appropriate, and unfortunately for Cathy, I intended to keep it there long after its soul-shaking effects were welcomed.
“Exactly,” I smirked at her breathy response, her hands resisting the invisible force which held them in place for me. “And it will only get better, Cathy, the unrelenting pressure will continue until your pretty little clit can take no more, and you come for me, preferably screaming my name, although master will do.”
“I can’t.” Already, it was obvious her pleasure was burgeoning. Cathy’s eyes began to flutter, her hips moving to a rhythm of their own as I clutched the pulsing vibrator to her sex, and her breathing increased until she was almost panting. “Oh, God, I can’t. I can’t!”
“You will,” I countered in that same, purring tone I liked to employ. “The tension will peak in your core, culminating in that sweet bundle of nerves that will bring you such joy and resonating out around your whole body. Your breathing will become labored, your muscles clenched, and then, when you are right on the brink and can take no more, I will tear the hedonism from your immobilized body.”
She tilted her head against the covers and seemed so consumed by the pleasure, fleetingly, I wondered if she could hear me at all. “Yes.” Her mouth parted, color stretching across her high cheekbones as she started to accept her fate. “Yes, please—don’t stop!”
“I am not going to stop,” I assured her. “But you, little Guardian, you are going to come for me, and when you do, you will do as I have asked and call out my name.”
“Yes, Master.”
There was no hesitation, no apparent shame in submitting to my will as she used the term, and my arousal bloomed as it reverberated around the room I had conjured. I was her master, after all. I was master of all I surveyed, and
however tempting Cathy was, she would not be an exception, yet hearing the word from her enticing lips was still gratifying. Its effects never dulled.
Slipping into her mind, I witnessed the black, comforting space that was unfolding there, her every fiber focused on chasing the pleasure the vibrator at my command promised.
“I’m close!” She gasped the warning. “I’m so close.”
I leaned closer, nestling my lips into her ear while the tremors continued to pound her defenseless pussy and she remained devilishly fettered, whispering only three words. “Come for me.”
Her body tautened at the instruction, the fireworks in her mind illustrating the exact moment she toppled over the precipice into pleasure. “Oh God!” She screamed the blasphemy. “Oh, Master!”
I tilted my head at her mistake, though naturally, Cathy was completely unaware initially, her gaze closed in the aftermath, her body spasming beneath me. “Oh, dear Cathy.”
Frantic eyes opened, searing me with her gaze as she tried to process both the pleasure and the perturbing tone of my voice.
“Master, please?” She squirmed in my bondage, trying to avoid the insistent pulse of the toy, which had pushed her so high, the writhing doing little to quell my growing fervor. “Please, stop it now.”
“Stop it?” I feigned innocence as she strained to look at the plastic between her legs. “Now, why would I do that?”
“Because I’ve come, I did what you asked. I—”
“Are you sure?” I interrupted her flushed explanation. “Because it seems to me you got what you wanted out of the experience and failed to meet my expectations at all.”
Her gaze widened, her hips still straining to be free of the exquisite contact. “No, I did just as you said,” she maintained. “I succumbed to the pulsing and then called out for you.”
“Not for me.” My voice was lower, exhibiting some of the disappointment I had known when it had been that heathen she called for, and not me. Dissatisfaction, but not surprise. Mortals were always pathetically predictable, and nine out of ten would call for their God in times of either glee or crisis. The matter might have depressed me had I not been the one holding the monster vibrator between the bound blonde’s thighs. As it was, it only presented another opportunity—an excuse—a reason to keep her here, begging for freedom, while I ripped climax after climax from her unwilling body. “It was not me you called for.”
“What?” she whimpered, yanking harder for liberation from my binds. “That’s not true. It was you—I called you, Master.”
“Only after you referred to another,” I reminded her, edging the speed of the thrumming toy higher at the apex of her thighs. “Only after you had let me down in the worst possible way.”
“Oh God!” Her body reacted to the increased frenzy of vibration, trying to wriggle away from its attention, but my hand kept it just where it needed to be, thrust between her now wet pussy lips.
“Precisely,” I replied, my brow rising. “It seems when things get tough, it is that monolithic let down in the sky you want, not your master.”
“I-I didn’t mean to,” she panted. “I didn’t realize. I’m sorry!”
But I wasn’t listening, already nudging the dial higher and grinning as her hips danced to the new, faster tempo. “There is no escape, little Guardian,” I explained as her eyes closed, revealing the tension in her beautiful face. “I had thought to allow you out of my binds now, but since you clearly need re-education about who has authority here, I think not.”
“Master.” Her voice was strained, knowing now the brunt she would have to bear with each orgasm, and understanding just how powerless she truly was. “Please no. I’ll do better, I’ll never…” She never completed that sentence, the rush of arousal even quicker now that she had already reached the peak. I watched, enthralled, as the power of the pleasure overwhelmed her. It appeared to begin at her feet, her toes curling before her calves tensed, then her hips did their best to drive the plastic away. As they inevitably failed in the endeavor, she screamed, this time the noise resounding further than before, though there were no audible words in the sound.
Master! I heard the plea in her head, though apparently, she was in no fit state to vocalize it. Please, stop now.
I smiled down at her empty gaze, unsure if, in the haze of passion, she could see me or not. “I do not think so,” I whispered, pressing a chaste kiss into her jaw. “For the lesson to be truly effective, it must be taught repeatedly.”
“I can’t.” Cathy was hoarse, her hips shifting as the vibrator continued its onslaught. “Please, I can’t. I can’t take any more.”
“Oh, but you will.” My voice was stern. “You will take everything you are given, and the next time you come, I want to hear the words you should have given me at the beginning. You will thank your master for the pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her attention flitting between my face and the pulsing nemesis in my hand.
“Good.” I angled the vibrator against her clit, pressing harder as the plastic slipped between her soaked lips. “Oh, that’s too much, please!”
Poor little Cathy.
She did not know what she wanted anymore, what she was screaming for, or why, but witnessing her unravel was one of the most magical moments of my long existence. Guardians were normally such dull affairs. Older, grayer, and less enticing, I had never met one I wanted to do anything to, except obliterate, let alone fetter and drive orgasm after unrelenting orgasm from.
This was a new experience for us both.
She was right on the edge again, her body fraught as she fought to keep the pleasure at bay, but goodness only knew why. We both knew she would not be able to resist. She would fail, and she would plummet, and this time she had better be ready to give me what I wanted in return. It would take more than God to save her if she let me down again.
“Stop fighting,” I said with a small laugh. “You cannot escape the inevitable. This plastic will carry on for all eternity if I command it so, and there is nothing you can do to deny it.”
“Oh!” She cried, her back arching away from the satin sheets as the vibrator squeezed another climax from her exhausted body. “Master, thank you! Thank you for the pleasure, but please—no more. Please!”
Gazing down into her teary eyes, I contemplated her plea. I had asked her to beg earlier, and she had not done half as good a job then as she did now, proving only that Cathy needed a little impetus before she could perform. It was something I would have to bear in mind.
“You did well,” I praised, though the buzzing plastic never ceased between her legs. “Much better at the end when you called for me.”
I let go of the vibrator, though, of course, the thing remained exactly where I had deemed it be. Sitting proudly at her pussy, its mission unresolved despite the copious amounts of fluid gushing at her sex.
“Master.” Her breathy pant drew my face back to her lips, our mouths colliding as I pressed mine to hers, swallowing her gasp before my tongue explored.
You did well, I assured her, knowing full well she would be able to hear my thoughts. Enough to make me think you can be a good girl, but not enough to pay for the sin of calling out that heathen’s name in the throes of ecstasy.
Her eyes flickered open as I drew away from her luscious lips.
“You shall stay here and endure for me.” I ensured one brow arched with the instruction. “I shall watch you come over and over again, and each time, you shall thank me properly until I am satisfied.”
“But Master.” Poor Cathy sounded pitiful. “When will that be?”
I wanted to give her some corny line about Hell freezing over, but in the end, I held back. “When I sense real contrition in you, little Guardian. Only then will you understand what serving the devil really entails.”
Chapter Thirteen
Cathy
What the hell had happened to me?
Bound to the bed, I could just recall the woman I had once been.
Self-assured and certain, I protected my district with pride, with a surety I longed for. My slide into debauchery had been fast, but nothing Damon had conjured had rivaled this depravity—my powerlessness, the inevitability that the pleasure Satan tore from my body would drive me out of my mind faster than any normal torment.
It was only a matter of time—a foregone conclusion.
I’d lost track of the number of orgasms I’d suffered, my body responding on autopilot as the damned plastic drove it higher again, though my clit ached to be free of its unrelenting pressure. Then there were the words he demanded. At first, I’d tried hard to please him, to gain his approval and mutter thanks as another climax ripped through me, but soon enough, my inclination to do so withered. I was exhausted, overwrought, and resisting that one request seemed like the only act of defiance open to me.
I should have known better, though.
As soon as he realized my ploy, he manifested some new magic that compelled my lips to perform for him. The words were coming from me, even though I was not the one willing them.
“Oh, Master! Thank you!” I heard the tired, desperate tone of the woman, unable to identify her as myself. I wasn’t thanking him. I no longer cared for his approval, but I bitterly resented his ability to make me speak the sentiment. It was bad enough that he had complete control over my body, now he seemed to be crawling into my mind, too.
Stop fighting.
The order resounded around my head, but still, the purr of the plastic went on. My body jerked at its insistent burden, the pressure painful, though there was nowhere to go to escape it.
“I can’t.” I forced those words out between gritted teeth, no longer even sure if I was trying to fight the onslaught or just his intrusion in my head.
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