Page 46 of The Devil's Spawn

I couldn’t see the other couple, but I heard him chuckle over his wife’s moaning.

“Yes, Master.” The need to please him clawed at my composure. He had me too worked up, too wet at the epicenter of my depraved core. He’d managed to break me down like this in a mere day—to this desperatethingthat would strip in front of strangers and beg to suck his cock.

Gage was a fucking sorcerer. I could come up with no other explanation.

“Baby, what if I don’t want my cock in your mouth right now?” He withdrew a travel-sized packet of lube. “What if I want it someplace else?”

Cringing, I grabbed his knees for support. “As you w-wish, Master.”

“Kayla,” he murmured, tilting my chin up, “stand up and grab your ankles.”

I pushed off his knees and stood on gelatinous limbs, and as I turned around to do his bidding, I found the others watching with appreciation and desire in their eyes. They were getting off on this voyeuristic showcase. Would watching these men dominate their wives get Gage hot and bothered as well? Would witnessing such sinful behavior getmeoff?

Listening to Virginia’s moans had hit my bullseye, but only because I’d envied her at that moment. Fuck, I still did, considering that packet of lube and what it was obviously intended for.

I bent and grasped my ankles, and blood rushed to my head as Gage inched out the dry plug. He took extra time with the removal, being careful not to hurt me upon the toy’s exit. Then I heard him tear into that packet, and between my spread thighs, I watched him lube his cock.

“You’re going to sit your pretty ass onto my cock while we watch the show.” He grabbed my hips and yanked me toward his lap, and I planted my hands on my knees to steady me. I tensed, body already fighting the intrusion of his shaft inside my tight hole, but he didn’t bring me down onto him like I thought he would.

Quick and brutal, and powerless to stop him.

“Take me in as slow as you need to,” he instructed, shocking me with his unexpected gift of control.

Holding onto the arms of the chair, I pressed onto his cock and willed my body to stretch around the intrusion. Minutes passed as I carefully worked him inside my ass, my knuckles going white even as I relaxed the muscles below my waist. Accepting his length and girth into my backdoor was a tall order, but I wasn’t there yet, so I thrust downward and impaled myself fully. A gasp stalled in my lungs, and I held my breath for a few moments until I grew accustomed to the fullness in my ass.

“So good,” he groaned into my ear. “Just sit like this for a while and watch.”

His tone had a drugging effect on me. Or maybe it was his cock laying claim to my ass, but my belly heated, and my head spun with disorienting wooziness. Lifting heavy lids, I watched the going-ons happening inside the circle of this lair in a fog-like state.

Pixie had been released from her restraints, and now she sat on her husband’s lap and rode him, her hips lowering her onto his cock over and over again.

Mr. Davenport yanked his wife’s head up with an uncompromising fist in her hair.

“You haven’t earned the privilege of getting me off yet.”

She whimpered her disappointment.

“You’re out of line, slave.” His harsh voice stunned me, as did the way he addressed her. “You don’t decide when I come down your throat. I do.” Without further discussion, he pulled her head back into his lap and returned to sipping his drink.

The man to his left laughed, and they resumed their quiet conversation about stocks or some other crap I had no interest in listening to.

My attention veered to Blondie again, who’d switched positions with her husband. She reclined in the seat with her legs bent and feet on the chair’s arms, knees spread wide. Her man stood before her, rubbing his chin as he watched her touch herself. His right arm dangled at his side, hand clenching a belt.

And now I understood why he’d gagged her. Even with her mouth full of rubber, her shrieks bounced off the walls. How the fuck did she manage to make so much noise behind that gag?

He brought his belt down on the rapid movement of her fingers. “No orgasms!” he hollered. “You took it without asking, and now you need to pay. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded, but her whine indicated she felt differently about her husband’s methods of punishing her. Just as Blondie’s Master ordered her to touch herself again, Gage yanked on the rope attached to my collar. “Close your eyes,” he said. “I want you to feel only me right now. They can watch all they want, but you’ll feel and listen to only me.”

“Yes, Master.” My words were but a whisper, my body but a vessel for Gage to own. He pulled my head back until I reclined against his chest.

“Touch yourself,” he said, placing his hands on my hips and lifting. As I buried my fingers between my thighs, he moved me up and down the entire length of his cock, sliding in and out of my ass with surprising ease.

And he was launching me to new heights, to the realm of ecstasy he’d teased me with all day.

My fingers practically spasmed over my clit. “Can I come, Master?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Tell me how good my cock feels in your ass.” He pushed in again, drawing a long shuddering moan from between tight lips.

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