Page 9 of Carnal Heart
Demon stills. “Is that so? Tell me then, Doll. Who has your cock so damn hard and leaking?”
My face flames, and I can’t stop the image of Devyn from entering my mind. As if betraying my thoughts, my mind drops to his obsidian pin. How did he get his hands on one? Did he steal it? Is it a fake?
“I see.” He purses his lips in displeasure. “And which of my fellow Black Harts has captured your attention?”
“You’re pathetic,” I spit, ignoring his question. “You pretend to be a Black Hart on screen, but you’re nothing more than a poor imitation.”
Demon’s eyes seem to brighten, and a wide grin spreads across his face before he bursts into laughter. I kick and thrash, pushing against his body. I even kick him in the thigh, but no matter how much I struggle, he just seems amused.
“That’s right, my little doll is a fan of mine. How many of my videos have you watched?”
I snap my mouth shut.
Demon yanks my pants down violently until they are sitting mid-thigh. He rips my briefs down with them, and I watch in utter horror as my cock bobs in the air, fully hard and on display. He wraps his fingers around my thick girth and leans back in, inhaling that spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Do you wish a certain Black Hart was stroking you instead?”
His plush lips tilt into a wicked smirk. I shut my eyes and shake my head.
“Do you wish Devyn Shio was here stroking your cock, baby?” Demon all but purrs. Damn, even the way he enunciates Devyn’s last name is such a fucking turn-on.
The more I struggle, the more he leans his weight against me, and the harder I get. Fuck. Why is my body reacting like this?
He chuckles, darkly. “I’m right, aren’t I? That’s it, baby. Keep your eyes closed and pretend it’s Devyn jerking you off. Can you feel his fingers wrapped around your cock?”
The beautiful Black Hart fills my mind, and I can’t control my whimpers or physical response.
He’s panting and growling now, hot puffs of air teasing my neck and ear. “Can you see it? Devyn’s losing control, Zaiah. You’re so fucking beautiful, helpless like this. He can’t help but touch you all over, like a demon possessed.”
His free hand trails all over my body, under my crop top to tease my nipples, before sliding against my stomach and trailing back up to my chest again.
My eyes squeeze shut even tighter, but I can’t stop the pathetic noises tumbling from my mouth now. Still, I force my hips not to move, no matter how much I want to thrust. I won’t give him the satisfaction of submitting.
“That’s it, Zaiah. You’re the perfect little doll. Devyn’s little fuck toy.”
“Fuck you,” I say weakly, angry that I’m so fucking turned on. I shouldn’t want this. I should be fighting it more, not silently begging for him to make me come.
Demon grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks. Hard. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me.”
When I ignore his request, Demon slams me back against the stone wall and presses his body against mine. His hard length pushes against me, and suddenly I’m scared. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. My eyes snap open. He’s big. Like really fucking big.
“Don’t rush me, Zaiah. It’s only a matter of time before I’m sliding inside of you, splitting you open, and claiming you as mine. When I do that, just know there’s no backing down. I’ll own you. Body and soul. Mine, to do whatever I please.”
His gaze is intense, filled with a wicked promise I can’t quite understand. When his fingers grip my hard length this time, one pump is all it takes for me to cry out in release, tugging on my restraints and reveling in the mix of pleasure and pain.
Pulling out a blade I never saw coming, Demon cuts the zip tie, and I collapse like a heap onto the floor. I glance up and watch in awed horror as Demon furiously strokes his cock and thrusts viciously into his hand. His grip is punishing as he works himself over.
I just stay there frozen, on my knees, kneeling in front of him as I try to catch my breath. With a loud click, the door to the Game Room bangs open and light spills into our little hidden alcove. Demon rips off his mask with a snarl but doesn’t stop stroking.
Suddenly, I’m staring up into the cold crimson eyes of the last Black Hart I expected to see.
Devyn Shio.
Completely under his spell, my mouth falls open on its own accord as I eagerly stick out my tongue, desperate to taste him.
Devyn’s eyes widen with surprise. With a shout, Devyn comes, falling forward, his free hand catching him before bracing himself against the stone wall. Warm cum paints my face and tongue.
He smiles down at me before wiping his cum from my cheeks with two fingers and shoving them into my mouth. It’s both filthy and alluring, and strangely, it makes me feel owned. I fucking love it.
“That’s it, Zaiah. Take it. You’re such a good doll for me.”
