Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Azrael
With each breath she takes, I take one too. She might not realize it yet, but she’s the light in the darkest of my days, and I selfishly want to keep it all to myself.
Usually, once I’m finished with a girl, my father is keen to use her, and I’ve never questioned it. Why would I? When I was done with my toy, I would obviously discard it and move on to the next shinier, newer thing.
If the poor soul is in a fit enough state worth piecing back together, she will be passed on to the club to whore herself out, and at the worst, she’s placed in the auction, by which point the girl is probably past giving a shit what happens to her.
Until Hevan, the girls came to me through choice, willing prostitutes knowing the setup.
But they knew the payment was better than good and the potential to earn more was there.
I guess you could say I overcompensated for my father’s methods; guilt money, some would say.
But given my past indiscretions, I’d say I don’t have the compassion gene to experience guilt. Not knowingly, anyway.
I’ve spent the last two nights away from her, hoping to kill this burning desire to be close to her, but it’s no use. I genuinely think I need to fuck her out of my system in order to break my odd obsession with her.
One item at a time, I strip myself down until I’m naked, then I climb onto the bed, tug the sheet from her delectable body, and drizzle the lube over my thick cock.
Excitement builds inside me, her ass on display as she cuddles up to a pillow.
I’ve denied her clothes so far. The thought of her in bed, naked for the taking, is all-consuming; my mind constantly flickers to a visual of her throughout the day.
I lather two fingers with lube, then slide them between her legs, swirling them around her dripping hole before sliding one inside.
My cock throbs at the sensation of her tight walls closing in on me, and I quickly withdraw my finger before my enthusiasm takes over me.
“Azrael?” she pants out, and moves to turn her head, but I snap my hand out and pin her face to the mattress, slipping a finger inside her mouth. As if on instinct, her lips curl around my finger, and her tongue sweeps over my digit, causing my cock to jump, and she sucks.
She wants this.
Fuck, she wants me.
Power and exhilaration rush up my spine.
She hasn’t tried to deny me. Not once. She hasn’t attempted to bite me or push me off, and the revelation of her encouraging me only adds to my heightened state of dominance and desire.
The consuming need to control her, to remind her of her place while taking pleasure from her body, has me climbing on top of her.
Planting a knee on either side of her curled body, I guide my cock between her legs, nudging her thigh open wider to grant me the access I require.
She complies, adding to my eagerness. The moment my cock head breaches her hole, I hiss with triumph.
“Fuck, you’re so good, Little Toy.” I smirk, knowing how much it pisses her off when I refuse to acknowledge her given name.
“So good for letting me fuck you,” I croon, and she suckles on my finger.
Then I thrust my hips forward, forcing my cock deeper.
She whimpers, and my balls pull up at the sound.
She’s soft, wet, and incredibly tight. Her pussy is literally made for my fucking.
I withdraw, then push back in again, driving deeper.
Again, I repeat the motion and spear into her, increasing my pace.
“Fuck, does that feel good?” I ask, but it’s more like I’m confirming the way I feel.
“Your tight little pussy”—thrust—“was made for me to fuck.” Slam.
The fact that only I have been inside her and experienced this bliss is electrifying.
She sucks harder on my finger, and I push another one inside her mouth, forcing her to gag and splutter.
I relent enough to allow her to suck again.
“You like that? You like sucking, don’t you, Little Toy?
” I rock my hips forward with a brutal slam against her ass.
“Such.” I surge in deeper, ignoring the sweat coating my body and the way she’s trapped beneath me.
“A.” My balls pull up, and I grit my teeth.
“Perfect slave for me.” Her pussy clenches around me, and the breath is stolen from my lungs, suppressing them in the process as my orgasm is ripped from me, with her perfect pussy milking my cock.
She screams around my fingers, her body tightening, and I relish the sensation of her pussy seeking gratification at my punishing thrusts.
“You’re mine, Little Toy,” I whisper in her ear, and she shudders, her pussy still pulsating around my spent cock.
Then I reluctantly slip from her hole, ignoring the way she whimpers.
Swiping the bead of sweat from my forehead, I switch on the bedside lamp, and she winces. “Open your legs,” I demand.
“Wh-what?” She sits up, shielding her eyes from the bright light with her hand.
Annoyance rumbles through me. I’m used to people doing what I want, when I want it; not questioning my every move and motive.
She brought this on herself. I step forward, grab hold of her ankle, and drag her to the edge of the bed. She kicks out and shrieks, but I ignore her lame attempts to stop me. “Place your feet on the edge of the bed.” I gesture toward the bed.
“Azrael?”
I glare back at her. “Do you want me to break your legs and maneuver them for you?”
Her mouth falls open.
“I thought not. Just do as I ask and I’ll spare you the pain.”
She swallows thickly. “You’re insane. Are you aware of that?”
“Of course,” I state.
Still, she inches into position, and the sight takes my breath away for the second time tonight. Her pussy lips are swollen, leaking my thick cum, and I fucking love it. “Is your pussy sore?” I ask, gripping her leg to hold her open to me.
“A little.”
My cock jumps, and I don’t know how I feel about it.
I swear I blanche at the realization I’ve caused her discomfort.
I’ve made a point in my life to avoid inflicting pain without pleasure during sex, too terrified I would become my father.
But knowing I gave her pleasure and a bite of pain that will leave her with a lasting impression of me has my chest swelling with a bizarre pride.
“Thankfully, you gave me an orgasm at least, so it takes away from the ache,” she pouts, and I’m already back to wanting to punish her.
I stroke her swollen lips, and the perfect folds coated in our cream and the redness of her small, broken-in pussy have me longing to suck it into my mouth.
My eyes rake over her, trailing down to her ass, and my cock springs to life. Gripping her leg in a bruising manner, I run my finger over her pussy and plunge it into her hole, then move to her asshole.
“Azrael. What are you d—” I shove a finger into her ass, delighting in the choked sound she makes and the way her body coils.
“I’m taking all of your holes.”
She shakes her head from side to side and attempts to push my hand away.
It’s a feeble attempt, and I chuckle at her resistance.
Then I take her wrists in mine and slam her back onto the mattress and hold them above her head while stroking my cock over her pussy.
Like a magnet, it finds its way to her hole, and I stare down at her, our faces only a hairsbreadth apart.
“Are you going to stop me, Little Toy?” I grind my cock against her while my finger continues to pump inside her ass ruthlessly.
It only takes a minute for her body to melt, softening like putty, and I caress her face with my nose and nuzzle into her neck, where I administer a swift bite while maintaining a shift of my hips and thrust of my finger.
“You like the devil fucking you, don’t you?” I rasp. She’s pliant beneath me, moaning, and it’s music to my ears.
I push my cock inside her pussy, and she wraps her legs around my ass, spurring me on.
“That’s it, slave, you’re begging for it.”
“Shut up!” she snaps, and I laugh back at her.
She lifts as I thrust, and the sound of the frame squeaking beneath us becomes background noise as we fuck one another. She is attempting to punish me, and I’m reveling in her feeble attempt. A power struggle where there will only ever be one winner.
Me.
Sounds of pleasure fill the room; my heavy pants coupled with her moans and whimpers become the driving force behind my insatiable need to come.
Her pussy clenches and unclenches around me, and I use the moment she screams to pull from her pussy and guide the tip of my cock into her ass.
Her back arches off the bed, her scream of pleasure turning to pain as I move quickly to push past her tight, muscled barrier.
Rearing back, I power into her ass while switching my hands to hold her down and carry out fast, punishing strokes over her clit with my fingers. “Let me in, Hevan,” I groan.
For some reason, I want to swallow her scream, devour her, and with that thought in mind, I slam my lips against hers. My kiss is harsh and demanding, and I relish the way her body melts into mine, becoming compliant in the blink of an eye.
Her ass is the best I’ve ever experienced, and I can already sense the telltale sign of coming, and when she tenses around me and screams my name, I follow behind her, filling her completely.
“Azrael!”
“Fuck, yes,” I grit out. “Fuckkk yess.”
My spent body falls against hers, and for a moment, we lay there, drained, with only the sound of our rhythmic pants and hearts beating.
A moment of pure bliss I’ve never experienced.
Where darkness meets the light and the devil slips into heaven, reminding him there’s hope where there is light.