Page 58 of Destined for the Devil
His smile was soft. “That’s a great one. Tell me again.”
I repeated the word a few times, and he nodded, burying his face in my neck and giving me sloppy kisses.
But when he pulled back, everything about him had changed. His eyes glazed over, and his voice was like dark velvet, each sound echoing inside me.
“You don’t know how to obey, Angel.” He looked me over slowly, leisurely playing with a lock of my hair. “You need to be disciplined.” Suddenly, his voice was cold and commanding, all of that softness he’d just shown gone without a trace. “And Daddy will teach you a lesson. Daddy will teach you…how to be his good girl.” His thumb landed on my bottom lip, his gaze glued to it. “I’m going to tell you what I want…and you’re going to use that pretty mouth of yours to take my cock down your throat. Understand?"
Eagerly, I nodded, never wanting to disagree.
"Good girl." His words of praise were a perfect antidote to the anticipation shaking my insides. His hands slid beneath my shirt, and he pulled it off so efficiently, never lingering. No kiss, no pause, nothing tender, but it revved up my insides even more.
Mechanically, he began undressing me, working quickly to unbutton my jeans and then tug them off my legs. Then, he unclasped my bra and pulled it off along with my panties, discarding it all on the floor.
The disinterest stirred my imagination, and I breathed hard, doing my absolute best to fill my lungs with air. There I was, standing naked on the bed, waiting for him to take in the sight of me. In a second, he commanded, "Bring me the belt."
I moved without hesitation—jumping down from the bed, picking it up, and presenting it to him with both hands, like an offering. He stood still, arms crossed, brows slightly furrowed, like he was grading me on my obedience.
The belt slid between his fingers, and I watched as he worked his dark magic, turning it into a loop. With an expectant glare, he waited for me to put my hands through it. And I did, melting in the sensation of the leather tightening around my wrists.
Roman was gentle, and the bind didn’t feel too harsh, but then he yanked it, pulling me closer to him. I gasped, my stomach flipping with wild excitement.
"Turn around.” His voice was ice. “I want to see you on your knees." I obeyed instantly, my knees hitting the floor, barely able to breathe. Roman bent down, making sure that I could look into his eyes and see every tiny shift and change in his emotions.
His gaze was unforgiving and detached, almost cruel, but I couldn’tlook away. His fingers traced up my neck, slow and delicate, letting me close my eyes and soak in the moment. But then his hand grabbed my jaw, digging his fingers into my cheeks and snapping my gaze to him.
Naked, restrained, and aching for whatever was to come next, I finallybelonged.
"Crawl back.” He spoke loudly, not looking away from me for even a second as I fulfilled his wish. My feet hit the wall, and he nodded. "Good. Sit on your heels." I followed the command without question, my back pressing into the cold wall.
Roman slowly stepped closer...and closer until his crotch was right in my face and the wall right behind me. I realized I was essentially trapped. I watched him pull down his boxer briefs, and his erect cock ended up right in front of my lips.
Fuck, I loved it. I wasin lovewith his dick. It was thick and long, and the veins were prominent. It hit the spot inside me just right; it slid down my throat and filled me up perfectly. And it was uncircumcised, that little detail somehow making it more desirable.
Without thinking, I leaned forward to get a taste, but his hand caught the back of my head, stopping me and tangling his fingers in my hair.
"So eager,” he drawled, his eyes filled with cold amusement. “Such a desperate and obedient slut." My pussy ached from his dirty words,beggingto be fucked. He gripped his cock, but before I could even fully open my mouth, he forced it in, the intrusion incredibly overwhelming.
But Roman didn’t care—he gave it to me when it was too much…just how I asked.
Roman fucked my mouth without mercy, rough and relentless, just like I’d seen him do to that other girl—but with me it was so much more brutal.
"That’s it, baby.” He breathed, pulling on my hair. “Take Daddy's cock down your throat. Just like that, Angel. You're doing so good." Hisgentle praise was in stark contrast to his rough thrusts down my throat.
I gagged. I choked. I whimpered and tried to push him back in my restraints, but he never stopped.
“Eyes on me.” He yanked back on my hair, reminding me to give him my full attention. I tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go—his hand held onto the back of my head, and the wall pressed against my back.
My moans interrupted by his thrusts; I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I submitted myself to him fully, entering into a state of nirvana. All of me was alive, floating in pleasure, my orgasm a few thrusts away from crashing over me.
"Did you have enough?" He suddenly pulled out roughly, letting me hungrily gasp for air. "Or do you want more?"
I coughed and spluttered, my hands bound in front of me, only offering mild support. "Enough, Daddy! I can't...I can't anymore!" I lied, hoping that he would continue.
And he fuckingdid!
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, my jaw dropping open in the process, just in time for him to shove his dick back inside.
So fucking deep. So fucking perfect.
