Page 87 of Sin Like the Devil

But not with me.

My scared little toy is still in there.

“There’s nowhere in this world you can hide from me,” I warn in a low tone. “Not even your little party trick in Priory Lane got rid of me.”

Pushing my thumb past her open lips, I brush the pad against her soft, wet tongue. She shudders, her eyes smouldering, caught somewhere between defeat and hatred. I don’t mind either. But her fight is what I really want.

“Did you think all this power would protect you?” I push my thumb deeper into her mouth. “That I wouldn’t come back for what I’m owed?”

The shift is instantaneous. Her gaze sharpens as her teeth suddenly clamp down on my thumb. Biting hard, she waits for the yelp that never comes. Instead, I force her teeth apart again by shoving my index finger into her mouth for good measure.

“Nice try.”

With droplets of saliva trailing down her chin, I push deeper into her mouth until my index finger is touching her throat. She gags a little, those smouldering eyes now covered in a wet sheen.

My other hand circles her neck, finding a loose grip. I squeeze incrementally, feeling for the erratic pulse of her jugular vein, pumping fear in the form of spillable blood. All it would take is one precise slash.

But what would be the fun in that?

We have plenty of time.

“Tell me, did you fuck him to prove a point?”

Her eyes widen, followed by an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

“Has the self-proclaimed Queen of Harrowdean gone and caught feelings?” I speak the word distastefully. “How predictable.”

I can only imagine how much she’ll plead when my cock’s in her throat instead. Nothing compares to the thrill of tasting her inner conflict. Desiring humiliation when she demands compliance from the rest of the world.

Tightening my grip, I can almost feel the struggling flow of oxygen attempting to penetrate her trachea. What I wouldn’t give to have her limbs tied and spreadeagled for me right now so that I can do as I please.

I’d tarnish each inch of her body. She bruises so beautifully. Perhaps bloody the rest. Carve my mark into her delicate flesh in case she ever forgets her place again. When the pain becomes unbearable, I’d make that sweet cunt sing.

Sliding my fingers from her mouth, I smear her own saliva over her lips. A single, defiant tear has escaped and rolls down her cheek to join the silvery smear. Capturing it, I bring the salty droplet to my tongue. I’d bottle it if I could.

“I don’t want your throne anymore.” I shake my head. “Instead I want the satisfaction of breaking this body and owning every single move you make while you sit atop your empire.”

She’ll own the world.

And I’ll own her.

My hand loosens enough to grant her several deep gulps. She sucks in air, frenzied and desperate. When she speaks, her voice is a raw rasp.

“You will never, ever control me.”

Vision going red, I release her throat to roughly grab the swell of her right breast. Her tits are as pert and shapely as I remember, the soft mound filling my palm.

“Then what is this if not control?” I counter. “Look at these hard buds threatening to break free.”

I seize the sharp nipple poking my palm through the thin material of her t-shirt. Generous without being too big, her breasts can get away with no support beneath the baggy shirts she insists on wearing.

She whimpers when I twist, her tongue sneaking out to swipe her lips. “Please…”

“Yes, little toy? Please?”

Waiting for the next words to pass her lips, I’m hanging on a deadly precipice.

“Please… tell me.” Her lips curl into a small, defiant smile. “Who hurt you so badly that you have to harm the rest of us to feel even remotely in control?”

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