Page 80 of Devious Truth

“Your tits are beautiful. Exactly the right size.” He squeezes. “Perfect.”

I press harder into my clit, rubbing slightly faster. He smiles at me through the reflection.

“I’m going to hurt you, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it for me.” It’s not a request, just an expectation.

I brace myself, unsure of what he’s going to do. He pinches my nipple between two fingers. At first, it’s only a warm tingle, but then he pinches harder and harder, until I’m squirming beneath the pain.

“Such a good girl. You can do it. You can take it for me, can’t you?” He kisses my cheek. “Keep playing with your pussy, make your pussy feel good while your tits burn.”

“Oh, god.” I tense as the pain gets worse, as he twists and pulls my nipple.

“You can do it for me, I know you can.” He pulls a little more. “I’m going to let go now.”

It’s a warning.

He releases, and at first there’s relief. It’s short lived, as white, burning pain rushes to the area as the blood supply starts flowing again.

I cry out, curling inward as the pain subsides.

“You did a great job.” He picks up the brass knuckles from the arm of the chair. “Getting your pussy nice and wet for me.”

My eyes are glued to his hand as he brings the spikes of the knuckles to my left thigh.

“Ivan—”

“You can do it. If it’s too much, you tell me to stop. I’ll stop.” He presses the spikes against my inner thigh. “Ready?”

“You’ll stop if I say?”

“I will.”

“You won’t be disappointed?” My fear has been given a voice.

“I will never be disappointed if you tell me the truth, Vee.” His voice hardens. It’s a vow.

The spikes press into my flesh and sparks fly through my body. I close my eyes, take in a deep breath.

Slowly, he drags the knuckles up my thigh. Sharp pricks of pain build as he presses harder, bringing the knuckles up to where my hand is still obediently touching myself.

“Fuck that was beautiful.” His voice is raw, on edge. “Again,” he lifts the knuckles and puts them back at the starting line.

I tense, lift up a little. This time he’s pressing harder, the pain intensifying as he moves further into my inner thigh.

“You like this, being my good girl, getting your pussy ready for me while I play with you.” His voice dances over me, sending vibrations all throughout my body.

I’ve never felt so alive. So seen before. Sex with Derek was fine, he was attentive and soft. This is on a different level. We’re not even in the same stratosphere as the woman I was three years ago.

“Yes, sir.” I roll my head back, letting the sensations ripple through me.

“So fucking good for me.” The knuckles clamor to the floor as he drops them. “I need to taste you.”

In the next instant, he’s in front of me, kneeling between my legs. He grasps my hips, dragging me until I’m at the edge of the cushion.

He inhales deeply, looking up at me through heavy, hooded eyes.

“You smell so fucking good.” With his eyes still laser focused on me, he brings his tongue to my pussy. His eyes roll, and his moan vibrates through to my clit.

I fall back onto my elbows as he pushes my legs up until they’re draped over the arms of the chair. He spreads me wide open for him, and he devours me.

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