Page 24 of He Who Sleeps

“Yes, my Devil,” she said, his voice, true voice, hissing in her ear as she rolled her hips. Fuck, he sounded sexy.

He kicked her feet apart and then strong, deft fingers slid through the folds between her thighs. "You're excited," he remarked, that soft ring of amusement so much sexier in his actual voice. "Not that I doubted you would be. You’re a perverse little creature." With his wet hand, he smacked her, hard, and she squealed as it stung and burned. "You mark so beautifully," he murmured. For a few moments there was nothing but a soft rustle of cloth, and then his teeth were on the burning spot he'd smacked and he was biting down, hard.

“Ah fuck!” she screamed and pushed back. “Fuck, yes! Mark me, my Devil. Make me yours...” Her eyes closed and she shivered, feeling her core clench. Fuck, she liked his hands on her, his teeth in her flesh.

And fuck it hurt, but the pain was pushing into pleasure, and quickly. “Gods...please...”

He pulled back. "If you come, this ends," he snapped. "You'll come when I tell you to and not before." She barely had a moment to agree before he sank his teeth into the other pert cheek to mark that, too.

“Fuck!” she screamed and gritted her teeth, trying like hell to follow his instruction. She didn’t want this to end. Devil’s kink was a lot of fun for her, and their sex was...transcendent. Gods, but she needed to see him, to know who brought her to the threshold time and time again.

He scattered bite marks across her ass until it stung from cheek to cheek, and she knew she would be feeling it when she sat down for days to come, if not weeks. "Such a pretty picture." He admired his work for a moment and then smacked it, making her jump and squeal again. "But you have not quite yet been defiled to the Dark God's satisfaction." He tapped gentle fingertips on her spine as he made a show of thinking. "Hmmm... What to fuck you with," he said. "Maybe a lit candle? Maybe...a crucifix? Hmmm..."

“That beautiful cock I need so badly?” she said, still facing forward. “You can cause havoc with that alone.” She wasn’t averse to the other things, because she knew that he wouldn’t damage her, not this early in the night.

"Not yet. The night is yet young, my impatient little nun. You need to control yourself."

“I’m impatient for you, my Devil,” she moaned. “And you teasing me with this,” she gripped his mask sitting next to her, “it’s the worst torture.”

"Why do you think I do it?" he tutted, making fun of her. "Fucking with your head is my life's greatest work."

She moaned. “I’m yours to play with, my Devil,” she said and bit her lip. “The candle?” She knew feeling the hot wax on her thighs was going to feel interesting.

"Oh, I wasn't giving you the choice," he said. "I was just thinking aloud."

“So, what is your pleasure?” she asked and rolled her hips, causing cool air to hit her wet thighs.

"My pleasure is that you cease your bleating, Little Lamb, so that I can think." He smacked her again, and then she heard footsteps as he paced around. "Maybe some rosary beads up that tight little ass of yours," he teased. "All this time, I should have been spanking you with a hymn book. Or a bible."

He paced around a little more and then paused. "I definitely think a candle," he said. "I like the element of danger. Will I let it get close enough to burn you? Will the wax sear those peachy little thighs of yours? What size will I use? Some of these pillar candles are fucking huge."

“My penance is your choice, my Devil,” she whispered, her body strung tight. “I only wish to be absolved in the eyes of my Devil.”

"I told you to stop bleating!" Hot wax splattered across the bruised and bitten curves of her ass.

Biting back a moan, she nodded, the wax searing as it splashed.

He ran a trail of it up her spine and it burned like lava. She'd be feeling this for days to come, too. Luckily she'd stocked up on burn treatments after she'd learned how Plague liked to play with fire. Better to be safe than sorry. Her big mouth was always getting her in trouble. She couldn't help it. Another burning streak of wax trailed across her buttocks and then she felt the broad, blunt end of the candle pressing inexorably against her cunt.

Gritting her teeth as not to make a sound, she closed her eyes, enduring what he did, trying hard to not let herself enjoy it.

He thrust it into her, the smooth wax sliding easily against the wet walls of her pussy, almost uncomfortably wide. He had to be using one of the big ones.

A whimper escaped her, and she was unsure if it was a good or a bad one. The burn inside her was there, the stretch something she wasn’t really ready for.

"That's it. Take your punishment like a good girl," he soothed, his soft tone belying the way he rammed the smooth cylinder into her.

The praise had her sobbing, grasping at his mask next to her.

"It'll be over soon," he promised, stepping back and leaving the candle deep inside her.

She nodded. “I didn’t tell you my biggest sin, my Devil...” she gasped as she felt the wax run down her thigh as she wiggled.

"And what was that, Little Lamb?"

She moaned, closing her eyes. “That I want you, My Devil, and the others, forever. I want more than tonight, to be yours, to endure for you.” The words came out as sobs. “Please... Please...” She was so close to orgasm that she couldn’t stop herself from begging.

Her body tightened to the point of forcing the candle out, and it clattered to the floor. "You have been a bad girl." There was a shuffle as he made sure it was out and wouldn't start a fire, and then she heard footsteps as he walked away, followed by the creaking of old wood. He had to be sitting in one of the pews.

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