Page 25 of He Who Sleeps

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She could picture it almost, the robed figure in the shadows gazing up at her, splayed over the altar in some unholy vision of the profane. And yet she couldn't see his face. It was infuriating. Briefly she wondered what the punishment would be if she snuck a glance at him, but Devil was absolute. If he said he would stop and walk away the second she broke his rule, he fucking meant it. The desire to turn and see his face was so strong it was mind-bending, but the desire to be fucked, to feel that glorious cock in the aching space left by the candle, was stronger.

Silence fell as he simply looked upon her shame. Outside, an owl hooted softly and the wind rustled through the trees. Something somewhere scratched against the chapel wall. She couldn't even hear him breathing. For a moment she wondered if he'd got up and left. Surely she'd have heard the wood creaking again?

Or maybe he'd faked that. Maybe he wasn't sitting down at all and was standing somewhere nearby, waiting to strike if she faltered. Or maybe he'd just left her there and there was nothing holding her to the altar except her own submissiveness.

"Please." Her whisper was soft, the plea a need of its own. She wasn't sure what she was even asking for at this point, all she knew was she needed.

"Have you suffered enough?" So hewasstill with her, but it was a loaded question and she didn't know what he expected her to answer. If she said yes and he didn't think she had, he would be disappointed and it was anyone's guess what the punishment would be. If she said no, she knew she'd get something even worse.

“Only if you feel I have, my Devil. I am yours.”

"Good answer." The wooden pew creaked again and then she felt him coming toward her, the soft slumping rustle of his robes hitting the floor making her heart race.

Biting back a groan she hissed when she felt him near, but not touching. Gods, she wanted to see him, wanted to know him so badly.

Her prayers were finally answered when the thick head of his cock nudged at her entrance.

“Devil!” she screamed and shuddered as he touched her. “Please...”

"Please what?" He was sliding in excruciatingly slowly, strong hands holding her down against the rough stone of the altar so she couldn't push back against him.

“This! Oh, fuck yes, this.” She squeezed him with her inner muscles and sobbed. The feel of him inside her, the slow drill into her body, it was driving her crazy. She held the orgasm at bay, wanting so badly to be his good little girl.

He seated himself balls deep inside her with a sigh of satisfaction. "You can come for me now, Little Lamb, and I'll be disappointed in you if it only happens once," he told her and it was all the warning she had before he dragged out and slammed back in, crushing her into the cold stone.

Her body let go, sheath clamping down on him as she pulsed around him, gripping the stone, and his mask, screaming his name out. “Please...more, my Devil... Devil...” Her fingers clutched the mask closer, and she turned her head, eyes closed tight so she didn’t see him.

"Put it on," he commanded her without missing a beat. "Cover yourself with the face of the beast and feel his power."

She did and cried out as another orgasm rolled through her, his cock pounding a tattoo inside her body that had her reeling. All of this, so much blasphemy to a god she didn’t serve, for a god she did, and the man that brought that out in her. She might not be part of this Order, but she was integral to them, and that caused her to moan and shake. “Devil...fuck, Devil....” Gripping the stone, she came again, her body shattering with the force of it. “Fuck!”

"That is a worthy tribute," he snarled, his thrusts coming impossibly fast and hard as he chased his own release.

“Yes!” she screamed as she felt him falter and push deep, emptying himself into her, jets of searing cum bathing her insides. Panting, covered in sweat, and the man himself, she smiled under the mask she was wearing, her head to the side, and chanced an open eye.

"You can look," he told her, his breath coming in harsh pants. "We're done."

Done?She turned, pulling the mask off, her eyes falling on sinister beauty made flesh. Devil was a fallen angel, dark, with eyes that seemed to glow with unearthly light. Her fingers went to her mouth, tears in her eyes. “Finn...” she said softly, stunned in her afterglow and the need to have him closer. Another man she knew. Another man so close.

"Yeah." His breath was still ragged. "It's me." He huffed a laugh. "You have any idea how fucking distracting you are in tax season?"

“You have any idea how distracting you are whenever you walk into a room?” She pulled him to her, her lips fusing with his in seconds. Fuck, he tasted like whiskey and darkness and all the things he didn’t say. Her body thrummed with energy as it pulsed between them. She broke the kiss on a gasp and grinned.

"And here I thought you were lusting for Devil," he teased, "and all the time you had the hots for a lowly accountant."

“My Devil is constantly in my thoughts, but now I don’t feel guilty for wanting Finn to bend me over my desk and spank me.” She nipped his bottom lip. “Still want that.”

"Well...it's complicated and we'll talk about it later, but it's not impossible that we can do that at some point," he told her. "For now, let's get you out of those stockings." He boosted her up onto the altar and rolled them down her legs, tossing them to the dusty floor, even though she knew they must have cost him a pretty penny.

When she was finally naked, he leaned in and kissed her fiercely, a clashing of tongues as they devoured each other. He broke it and helped her down off the altar. "It's been fun," he said, slapping her sore ass. "But now you need to run." He melted away into the shadows under the old pulpit and she stood there, confused for a beat, before his shout echoed loudly round the church. "I said RUN!"