Page 3 of The Devil's Spawn

Finally, he touched me exactly how I wanted…no,neededwith his thumb teasing my asshole while two fingers slipped inside me.

I moaned at the welcome intrusion. “Feels so good.”

“I’m going to spank the fuck out of this ass.”

And he did. He walloped me with more force than I expected, considering his playful mood. I gritted my teeth to keep quiet, dancing from foot to foot between each hit, but on his final, most brutal strike I failed to bite back a yelp.

He palmed my right ass cheek and squeezed. “Beautifully pink.”

My legs were rigid pillars of steel, driven wide open by the strength of my need for his cock. “Please,” I said, groaning the word. I fisted my skirt to keep from touching myself.

“Shhh,” he said, shoving his fingers between my lips. “I have other uses for this mouth. Do you have any idea how badly I want you gagging on my cock? I’ve thought of nothing else but getting into your mouth and ass since I’ve been gone.”

My heartbeat stuttered, and I would have begged for mercy if he’d given me a chance. Instead, I moaned my protest around his fingers. He understood exactly what I was objecting to.

“I’ve gone easy on you, but you’ve grown spoiled. Entitled even. I own your ass. We agreed on our anniversary that it’s mine to take as I please.” Leaning against my back, he pressed his erection into my ass cheek and brought his lips to my ear. “Iplease,” he said.

I bit down on his fingers in response, instinctively clenching my ass at the thought of him shoving his cock inside. Abruptly, he sprang back. Turning to face him, I gripped his desk behind me.

“Not here, Gage. Please.”

He gestured to his desk, eyes smoldering. “Bare your cunt.”

Oh hell. I was a pile of goo at his feet, sculpting clay in his strong hands. I hopped up, bunched my skirt around my waist, and spread for him much too eagerly. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched him as he inched closer with that burning indigo gaze zeroing in between my thighs.

Hot energy blazed between us, and exhilaration squeezed my heart, rushed through my veins.

Then he smiled and asked his favorite question. “Who am I?”

“My Master.”

“Always, Kayla.” He dropped to his knees and placed his hands on my thighs, his thumbs digging into my skin as he spread me even wider. He wet his lips with a furtive dart of his tongue. “Who decides when you come?”

“You do, Master.”

Please, please, please, please. I need to come. So fucking ba—

“I’ve decided you’re not coming.” He shot me his devil’s grin. “But I’m going to lick you right here on my desk until you beg me to.”

I almost cried at his words. Defeated, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, swallowed a frustrated growl. Fuuuck…his breath would be the end of me, drifting over my exposed pussy with enough heat to make my blood rush rightthere. And his tongue…damn, that tongue.

Wet and on fire, sliding between my lips with perfected finesse. Easing through my slickness with lazy purpose, as if he had all day to eat me out. Which, of course, he did. He always had time to torture me.

“You’re not leaving here satisfied.” Slowly, he inched two expert fingers into my pussy. “You’re going to leave my office with pink cheeks, a throbbing cunt, and beyond excited to get fucked in the ass tonight.”

I groaned.

“Eyes on me, Kayla.”

“Master, I’m begging you.” With a roll of my shoulders, I dipped my head, chin to chest, and returned his gaze beneath hooded lids.

He had me gone already. Primed and ready. My nipples puckered to the point of pain, the very tips straining against my bra, begging for freedom from the sheer fabric so he’d fondle them. Lick them. Pinch them.

“There you are,” he whispered, crooking his fingers inside me before sliding them in and out. Slooooow. So damn slow.

“Oh God, Gage. Please, please…”

“Will you do anything to come?”

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