Page 93 of Twisted Devotion

Her bare ass is now raised before me, an offering I don’t take lightly.

I run a hand down the curve of her spine, watching as a shiver rolls through her. She has no idea just how much power she holds—not just over me, but the whole fucking world if she wanted.

“So try again,” I murmur, my hand resting gently on the small of her back. Tell me what a badass you are.”

She hesitates, her breath hitching slightly. “I… guess I’m okay.”

I shake my head, leaning down so my lips brush against the shell of her ear. “Not good enough,Bambina.”

“Wrong answer.” I bring my hand down, spanking her ass.

“You are strong. You are fierce. And you deserve to know it.”

A shiver runs through her as I run my palm over the curve of her body. “Say it,” I whisper.

She swallows hard, giving a little hiss, the pain dancing across her curves, before finally breathing out. “Okay! I’m badass.”

A satisfied smile tugs at my lips. “That’s my girl.”

“And tell me why you should be treated like a queen.” I rub my palm over her round curves, ready to punish her again.

She shifts slightly against me. “I don’t know… why would anyone treat me like that?” Her voice is quiet, almost unsure.

I don’t know if she’s saying that to get punished or if she actually believes it. The whole world should worship at her feet. “Then the panties will have to come down.” I hook my finger in the waistband of her panties, tugging them slowly down till they rest at the tops of her thighs. I spank her ass, once on the right side, watching a pink handprint bloom on her skin. I give her a matching spank on the other side.

She moans softly, shifting her hips, her voice barely above a whisper. “They should worship me.”

A slow smile spreads across my lips as I run my hand over the curve of her body, my touch reverent.

“That’s right,” I murmur as I smooth a hand over her naked ass. “And so should I.”

Gently, I guide her up from my lap, helping her onto her knees before me. Her gaze flickers to mine, searching, hesitant yet undeniably drawn in. I reach for her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear my fingers lingering against her skin.

“Please. Do me the honors of having a goddess suck my cock.”

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for my waist, undoing my belt and unzipping my pants, her movements unhurried, deliberate. I help her free my cock from my clothing, since the restraints limit her movements. It stands proud and tall, waiting for her. Her breath catches as she looks up at me, a soft, teasing smile curving her lips. She wets her lip, the tip of her tongue flicking out as she takes in the effect she has on me. And I let her. Because in this moment, she holds all the power.

“Fine. I’ll grant you, mere mortal, that honor,” she teases, her voice light but laced with something deeper. Once again, I don’t know if she realizes how true that is.

The moment her lips wrap around my cock, my breath catches. My head tilts slightly, eyes fluttering shut as a deep groan escapes me.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, reaching for her, my fingers tangling in the ends of her long ponytail. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

She moves slowly, her touch deliberate, her lips soft and warm, as she wraps those full, rose-red lips around the head of my cock again. The heat and wetness of her mouth on me, the way she looks up at me through her lashes, almost make me come. I take a slow breath, my fingers gliding down the silky strands of her hair.

“There's a good girl. That feels so fucking good,” I whisper, my voice rough with need.

She continues, her touch growing more confident, and takes my balls in her hands, stroking them as she lowers her mouth further down my cock. Her tongue’s tracing gentle patters over its head, sending a surge of electricity down my spine. She’s really giving it her all. Every movement, every flicker of sensation, pulls me deeper into her spell.

I clench my jaw, trying to hold back. If she keeps going like this, I’m going to lose control.

And I have plans for her—ones that last much longer than this moment.

Gently, I tug her hair, tilting her face up toward mine. “Why don’t you ride me? My voice is thick with desire, rough around the edges. “Sit on top of me and show this mere mortal how sexy you are when you fuck your man. I want to watch you take what’s yours.”

Her breath hitches. My cock stands tall and ready for her. Slowly, she slips off her panties, her movement both shy and bold. My eyes stay locked on hers as she straddles me, her knees pressing into the mattress.

The moment she sinks into me, a deep groan rumbles from my chest. She lowers her sex down onto mine, her muscles gripping my cock tight. She’s warm, tight, and utterly perfect. I grip her hips, holding her still for a second, just taking her in—the way she bites her lip, the way her body molds against mine.

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