Page 89 of Satan's Priest

“You deserve all of this, bitch. You toyed with me, working me up until I had to use my hand daily to find relief.” He nudged the broad tip of his dick against my asshole. More shadows crept around me and jerked me down so that my chest lay flat on the mattress. “Relax, or this will hurt more.”

I trembled, panting and trying not to panic as he pushed his dick past the tight ring. A low groan slipped out of me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through the burn as he worked himself into me. I swallowed every scream as he breached and shallowly thrust in and out of me until he bottomed out.

Daiman didn’t allow me to accommodate his size. He pulled out until the head was left inside me, then slammed his hips against my ass, shoving me forward and making me scream.

“It hurts!” I cried.

“I don’t care.” Daiman chuckled and slapped my ass. He rocked into me, keeping a fast pace.

I breathed through the pain. Something cool to the touch whispered over my body and between my legs, curling around my clit. I moaned as it flicked against the sensitive area. Another shadow curled around my thigh and moved up to my pussy. My eyes and mouth snapped open as it pushed into my weeping center, taking the form of a large phallus.

“Oh, fuck me!” I shouted, trembling as two cocks fucked both of my holes.

Daiman chuckled. “Oh, believe me. This is just the beginning.”

I screamed as I came harder than I ever had in my life. My toes curled, and darkness flooded into my vision. I whimpered as Daiman grunted when I came to, spreading my ass cheeks further apart.

“Welcome back,” he greeted with a smile in his voice.

His dick throbbed inside me, followed by warmth. I grabbed onto the thread that joined us, sucking all the energy out of him and filling myself. Daiman roared as more warmth filled my ass, and the shadow dick slammed harder into me. I panted with soft whimpers as Daiman slowed to a stop, still deep inside me.

A camera shuttered as he took a picture. I blinked and turned my head, looking at him while he snapped photos with his cell phone of him stretching my ass.

“Lucien willlovethese pics,” Daiman rasped.

My head slumped back to the mattress and I closed my eyes, trying to stop the spinning.

Daiman returned to fucking my ass, his shadow pumping in my pussy at the same tempo. I had a gut feeling he took a couple more pictures and a video. He forced me to orgasm again, and he followed one last time. I couldn’t move as he pulled out of me.

“Get some sleep, angel,” Daiman whispered huskily. I listened as he got off the bed and crossed the room. He returned with a wet rag and cleaned me up while my ass remained in the air. Once he finished, he threw it aside, joined me on the mattress, and brought me into his arms.

I swallowed and fought sleep as I clung to him like he was my safety blanket. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Daiman ran his fingers through my hair, gently petting me and comforting me. “Any time. Now rest.”

I didn’t argue with that. This time, I allowed sleep to take me.

53

GRACE

Iwoke up in my bedroom with my phone and a folded note beside me. When I opened the piece of paper, it read:

I put Lucien’s phone number in your phone, along with mine.

I know how you feel about needing to go home, so I’m sorry I’m not there when you wake up.

Behave, angel. We’re always watching.

— D

I set the note down and looked through my phone, finding Daiman and Lucien’s contacts. Tapping Daiman’s number, I opened a new message and hesitated. After a few minutes of trying to think of something, I wrote . . .

Me: I’m awake. Thank you.

I hit send and immediately felt like an idiot. It was a stupid message, but I didn’t know what else to say.

I climbed off the bed and left my bedroom for the bathroom. After doing my business, I debated whether to go downstairs or head back to my room. I didn’t want to run into Dad. Not after what he said he would do.

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