Page 57 of The Devil's Spawn

“She doesn’t matter.”

He lifted a hand and drew a line between my breasts. “Right now, the only one who matters is me.” Leaning forward, he teased my mouth with his lips. “Only me, baby.”

I ached to kiss him, to undress him, to dosomething. But I did nothing. He gave me one night a year to take the lead, and tonight wasn’t it.

He led me to the bed and pushed on my shoulders until I sat on the edge, then he brought my hands to his buttons. I undid each one in haste, my fingers jittery yet eager to remove the barrier of his clothing. His shirt parted, and I couldn’t help but smooth my palms over his warm skin. His stomach muscles quivered under my touch, making him hiss in a breath.

“I love your hands on me.”

Katherine’s muffled words drew my attention to the cross, but Gage palmed my cheek and brought my gaze back to him. “If you look at her again, I won’t let you come.”

The idea just about destroyed me. “I’ll be good, Master,” I whispered.

“That’s my girl.” He shrugged out of his shirt and let it drift to the floor. “Lay back and spread your legs.

As I reclined on the mattress, heels pressing into the comforter, he reached for the button of his pants. But watching him shed the rest of his clothing put me in too precarious of a position, as Katherine struggled to get free just to the left of Gage, and she was doing her best to grab my attention.

Even rendered powerless, she still believed she could drive a wedge between Gage and me.

Letting my legs drape to the sides, I focused on the ceiling and tuned her out. The mattress dipped, and he grasped my inner thighs, gently pushing, opening me wider to the heat of his gaze. A hot tingle rippled through me. God, his touch alone was enough to flood my pussy with want.

“Master,” I moaned, shuddering. I was about two days past due for my next fix.

“So wet,” he murmured, his breath making me even wetter. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

I wanted to behave more than anything, but my grasp on control slipped by the second. “Master, please. I want to be good.”

“You want to come.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Trust me, baby. My cock wants inside you too. But first I’m going to lick you for a very long time, and you willnotcome. Do you understand me?”

I rolled my head back and forth on the mattress. “Don’t do this to me. I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can.”

And then he lowered his mouth to my clit, teasing with gentle closed-mouthed kisses at first. I grabbed the bedding in both hands, thighs trembling from the overload of sensation. I was pathetic. He’d barely touched me, but I was ready to fly apart under his cruel mouth.

That cruel, sadistic, sexy mouth that went to work in driving me higher. He whirled his tongue, teased with his teeth, and when he lodged his thumb into my ass, I knew the gesture was far from a punishment. He had me squirming, moaning, begging, and crying tears of frustration for having to hold back for what seemed like an endless session of oral pleasure-turned-torture.

I lost track of time and space and reality. He’d dropped me in a realm where my pussy and his mouth were the only two things in existence. Eventually, I fell through the cracks and throbbed in suspension, my entire being aching for him to fill me.

“Master, please!”

He slid his palms over the gentle swell of my belly before settling on my breasts, and the friction of his hands pebbled my nipples. He climbed onto the mattress and entered me with a forceful thrust that declared his ownership.

And I came.

“Oh God!” Clawing at his shoulders, I held on and rode the wave. “Please don’t punish me.”

“Shh,” he said, nipping my lips. “You’re beautiful when you shatter. I want to watch you come again.”

As our bodies locked together, he dragged me to that otherworldly high again, cock plundering me to orgasm after orgasm. His thrusts were manic, partly driven by the need to show Katherine that we were made for each other.

But his ultimate end game was to make me cry, “No more, Master!”

This level of exquisite torture wouldn’t be complete without first driving me to beg for it, then making me plead for it to stop. Even then, he launched me deeper into madness. This crazed man wouldn’t stop fucking me until he was good and ready.

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