Page 11 of The Devil After Dark
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I actually laughed when I read it … but also she must have balls to make a joke like that when she is at my mercy. I meant it when I said I would remind her of her place … which was with her legs spread and my name on her tongue as she came for me.
I picked up my desk phone and dialed Liana’s main office number. I was going to set up a meeting. “Caldway and Associates, this is Thea, how may I help you?” Thea’s voice answered the phone.
“Thea, my name is Cassio Padovano and I heard about your firm through an acquaintance. I am looking for some consulting work on one of my new apartment developments and was hoping to sit down with your group to see if you were a good fit. I believe I was given the name Liana Sutton as the person to ask for,” I said into the phone. Did I need help with this? No. I had a team who did shit like this, but hiring it out this time seemed like it would be fun.
“Of course, Mr. Padovano. I imagine you are quite busy. Is there a day and time I can schedule for you to meet with Mr. Caldway and Ms. Sutton?” Thea’s voice said pleasantly into the phone. She clearly had a lot of practice with needy clients.
“Is lunch tomorrow too soon? My last consulting group left me in quite a bind,” I replied casually. She would say yes of course.
“That is not too soon, they are both available at noon and we would be happy to provide lunch at our office in one of the private meeting rooms. Do you know where we are located?”
“I do. See you tomorrow,” I said and hung up the phone before Thea could say anything else. I watched the cameras I had my men install in the Caldway and Associates office. Thea typed furiously on her keyboard, then picked up the phone to make a call. A few minutes later she was rushing from her desk and heading towards Liana’s office. This was way too much fun.
The camera in Liana’s office had the microphone turned on so I could hear everything she said. Thea tried to explain what little information I had given her about meeting tomorrow—which was basically nothing. And I watched with a sick grin on my face as Liana’s hand slowly reached towards her phone. “Thanks, Thea. We will just wing it like we normally do with these kinds of clients,” Liana said and Thea retreated back to her desk.
What was she doing on her phone? I squinted at my screen as I tried to see what Liana was doing. Then my phone pinged with a new message alert.
My place? Care to inform me where exactly that is so I know ahead of time?
I had just thrown her a career curveball and the first thing she does is send a snarky message to her masked man? I took a deep breath and realized my dick had hardened. I could not wait to see how she felt about making snarky comments after I slid my dick into her mouth to shut her up. I shot a quick message back.
Legs spread beneath me.
Okay, not my finest response, but it wasn’tnot true. Let’s see how she handled that one. I watched her shift in her chair as she read the message. Her fingers were poised over her phone. She laughed to herself, her shoulders shaking a little and a smile crossed her face. I watched her fingers move a little and my phone pinged again.
Funny.
Funny.Funny?I was going to fuck that laugh right off her face.
thirteen
LIANA
I woketo my covers being torn from my body and hands grabbing my ankles. I screamed and tried to break free, but something tugged on my wrists. Oh gods my hands were already tied to something above my head. I tried to kick my legs, but the hands released me even though there was still pressure wrapping around my ankles. I could hardly lift my legs an inch and they were pulled wide open. I was completely and utterly exposed. I blinked my eyes, trying to catch my breath, and searched my nearly pitch black room. A huge man stood at the foot of my bed. The light from the moon and the stars was seeping in through cracks in my curtains and only casting shadows. “Untie me,” I pleaded pathetically. What the fuck else was I supposed to say?
The shadow stepped forward and I saw the same mask. He was back. And I had been “bratty.” I guess I had asked for this … in some weird way. He just shook his head no. Then I watch him crawl onto the foot of my bed between my legs. His gloved hands ran up my legs, his thumb skimming over my pussy before continuing up to my breasts. One hand gently wrapped my neck as his other squeezed my breast. Why was I already so wet for this? For him? I should be completely terrified, right? Definitely not thinking about his tongue between my legs and what he could do to me with my extremities tied to the bed.
His fingers slid from my neck and he pinched my nipples in a way that made me groan with need. I felt so completely terrified and unreasonably turned on at the same time. The masked man knelt between my spread legs and I watched him slowly undo his pants. He pulled out his massive and already hard cock. I embarrassingly rocked my hips towards it … And immediately regretted my decision as he held his hard dick in one hand and pulled out a knife with the other. He lay the flat part of the knife blade right on my skin between my legs. “Behave, baby girl. This is just a warning. Talk back again I will have to actually punish you,” he said, his voice low.
I choked on a half sob as I sucked in my breath. Then I tensed as his fingers slid between my legs, coating them in my wetness before smearing it on his own dick. He held the knife firmly in place as he slowly started stroking himself. All I could do was watch. If I moved, I was sure the knife was going to cut me. I probably should have looked away, but I could not tear my eyes away from his hand as it squeezed his dick and stroked it in long firm pumps. My mouth was watering at the sight of it.
My body was tingling and my muscles almost spasming as I tried to hold still under his blade. Watching him stroke himself above me as I was tied to the bed had my body nearly begging for some sort of touch or friction. All it had was the rope around my extremities and the flat side of the knife blade—and that wasn’t enough. But it was enough to keep me as still as I possibly could be as my breaths became ragged and between my legs grew wetter.
His warm and sticky cum shot all over my stomach and it just kept coming. I was nearly panting and moaning with him as Iwatched. I wanted that inside me. I wanted to feel the swell of his dick and the way it twitched as it filled me with this fountain of cum.
Cum splashed onto my breasts as he gave a few final thrusts into his own hand. I watched him settle back, his chest heaving as he looked down at me from behind the mask. Then he tucked himself back into his pants. I felt the knife blade lift from my skin and let my body relax a little. I was just watching him stand at the foot of my bed. Cool air was already drying the cum on my skin, making my skin pebble more. In a quick movement the masked man cut the bindings that were holding my ankles down. Then in a few steps he was next to my bed and one of my hands came free. My arm was tingling and I realized it had nearly gone numb from being tied over my head.
I sucked in a quick inhale as he raised my chin with the knife. “Behave,” he said. Then the knife was gone and he was already across my room leaving through my door. A moment later I heard my front door close. He had left. He had just jerked off and made me watch and then left.
I awkwardly pushed myself up and grabbed at the rope still around my bound wrist with my free hand. A few minutes later I had figured out how to untie it. My skin cracked with the drying cum all over my stomach and breasts. I was alive. Not satisfied in the slightest—more like completely turned on and disappointed—but I was alive. Not a terrible punishment for being a smart ass.
fourteen
LIANA
Roger was pacingthe hallway outside our offices. He often did this before important client meetings when he was nervous. I was nervous today too. Cassio Padovano wanted a meeting to potentially hire our firm. Cassio the man I had been fantasizing about. Cassio the man who continually sent his private car to ferry me to and from work. He confused the hell out of me. Who just sends their private car for someone who is practically a stranger?
