Page 7 of Heart of a Devil

I do as I’m told, and he removes my underwear. With the fabric held under his nose, he growls, “Jesus. You smell fucking incredible. I’m keeping these, by the way. Something to remember you by. Now, let’s see exactly how ready you are.”

He kicks my ankles apart, and I know I should feel humiliated, embarrassed. I’m spread out on the table, bare ass in the air, pussy dripping wet, too scared to move in case he stops doing whatever the hell it is he’s planning on doing. I’m being held captive by needs I never knew I had and by the way this man so skillfully exploits them.

He runs his palms up my inner thighs, teasing me as he gets closer to the throbbing space between my legs. Every time I think he’s going to touch me where I want him most, he pulls away. I’m practically in tears from the frustration of it, from knowing how close I am to the most incredible orgasm while being completely under his power.

“Even your thighs are wet, Lauren. You’ve made quite a mess. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you, dirty girl?”

With no warning at all, he pushes two thick fingers inside me, making me yelp and shoving me farther up the table. He lays one hand on the small of my back and holds me still while he finger-fucks me, driving in and out with no mercy. It hurts, but in a filthy way that makes my pussy walls clench around him and mylegs shake. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet, sweetheart, and I can feel you squeezing me with that tight little cunt of yours. You want more? You want me to fill you up some more?”

“Yes, Seb—please.”

He adds another finger, and my pussy stretches around him, slick and greedy. Clawing at the table, I squeal at the delicious sensations flooding my body.

He continues to pound into me, but he starts to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb as he slides in and out. Each touch sends me further into a frenzy, but it’s not quite enough. He brushes against the swollen nub, but never for long enough to push me over the edge. It’s absolute torture, and I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.

“Beg for it, babe. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. You only have to ask for it.”

Even in my fevered state, I hate the thought of begging for anything. I clamp my lips together and wonder if I can hold out. Or if I can sneakily rub myself against him and get the release I need.

He seems to read my mind because he suddenly goes still. His massive fingers stay inside me, sweeping and probing at my pussy, hitting all kinds of sensitive spots that I didn’t know existed, but he’s no longer finger-fucking me in that deliciously raw way. His thumb is no longer sending shockwaves through my eager clit, and my orgasm is slipping away. “Please, Seb. Please don’t stop. Please don’t leave me like this.”

“Are you begging me to make you come, Lauren? I need to hear your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I’m begging you—please make me come.”

“You only had to ask.” He moves those fingers in and out of me again, once, twice, three times, harder than ever, making my whole body shake with the impact. Then he slows down, his movements becoming more controlled, more deliberate, histhumb going to my clit. The things this man can do with one thumb are unbelievable.

He rubs and teases and takes me up and takes me down, over and over again. Every time I think I’m going to explode, he pulls me back. I lose all track of time, all sense of who I am or where we are. The only thing that exists in the entire world is this man, my clit, and the mind-melting orgasm that I know is a mere touch away.

I don’t know how long it goes on for, this sweet torture, and I have no idea how he manages it. Sebastian is the first man to control my body like this, taking me so close but knowing exactly when to stop. It’s like he’s inside my mind, inside my body, experiencing everything I am and timing his every move to perfection. I barely feel human anymore; my bones have turned to liquid, and I’m dizzy with pure pleasure as he strokes and coaxes and commands me. How can my entire essence be controlled by one teeny-tiny nub of swollen flesh? That’s a goddamn design flaw right there.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Lauren. I love watching this beautiful arse of yours bounce around while I do this, and you’re so bloody wet my hand is dripping with your cum. Time for your reward, baby.” He leans over me, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “Look at me. I want to see your face when I make you come.”

I turn my head to the other side and have a moment where I wonder what the hell I must look like. There’s no chance my makeup has survived this onslaught, and my eyes are practically rolling back in my head by this stage.

“Beautiful,” he says, now concentrating all his efforts on my hypersensitive bud. He circles it gently, letting the pressure and pleasure build and build until I’m shuddering inside and out. The wave heads straight toward me, rising up, spreading like molten lava from my pussy to every other cell in my body. Hesenses my reaction and works me harder and faster. When the wave finally hits, I drown in it. I have never known anything like this in my entire life, and I fear I’ll never be the same again. It goes on and on, rolling over me in a relentless tsunami of sensation.

I cry his name as the pulse of pure ecstasy rips through my body, and warm liquid gushes from my pussy and spills down my thighs. When my climax finally fades, I’m left damp and limp and confused, a trembling mess on the kitchen table.

He watched me throughout, and his dark eyes are shining with satisfaction as he pulls his fingers out of me with an embarrassingly wet sucking sound. I gaze up at him as he licks his fingers one by one. My ass is still hanging out, but I’m incapable of moving. I may never move again. I will simply stay here, half naked on this kitchen table, ready to greet the next Airbnb guests with an unexpected house feature.

Eventually, once he’s finished licking my cum off his fingers, he grins at me. It’s a grin that can only be described as cheeky, and it’s a world away from the serious, masterful man he was only minutes ago. In fact, he looks like a naughty schoolboy.

I smile back, finally feeling some return of normality after having my brain melted by his wicked fingers. “You look like the cat that got the cream.”

“That’s exactly what I am, sweetheart. And your cream tasted delicious. You okay?”

“No. I’m not sure I will ever recover. Where did you learn to do that? Did you take a course? Study pussy in college?”

He laughs. “Nah. All-natural talent. That and a bit of practice. Can’t say I’ve ever met a pussy I liked as much as yours, though. The way you came for me just then? Un-fucking-believable.”

As he speaks, he smooths my dress back down over my ass and helps me to my feet. I’m still wearing my heels, and mywhole body is shaking in the aftermath of what this man did to me. As soon as I’m upright, I get a head rush and stagger to the side like I’m drunk. I have been orgasmed to death, and now I will pay the price. I try to grab the edge of the table, but even my hands are floppy.

Seb catches me and swoops me up into his arms. He holds me there effortlessly, my head against his muscular chest, his bulging, tattooed biceps swelling out of his T-shirt. He’s not just big, this man, he’s strong. For a moment, I let myself relax into it, feeling safe and secure in his embrace.

He drops a surprisingly gentle kiss on my forehead and carries me out of the room. “It’s okay,” I protest. “You can put me down now.”

“I’ll put you down when I’m good and ready. Don’t worry, I’m not going to drop you. You’re safe with me.”

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