8. Devyn
Chapter eight
Devyn
Zaiah studies the velvet box with an adorably flustered look on his face. With trembling hands, he picks it up and opens the box with a loud snap. Nestled in the cushion of the box is a butt plug with a pretty emerald jewel decorating the end. Next to the plug is a tiny jar of oil. It’s enough to lube his hole for me, but that’s not what it’s for.
It’s an expensive oil that works like an aphrodisiac. Within minutes, Zaiah will be so wild with lust that he won’t care what I do to him. As soon as Zaiah sees it, he gasps. Oh yeah. My doll knows exactly what this oil is for.
“Fine. Let’s do this.”
“Good. You have ten seconds.”
“Ten seconds for what?” he huffs.
I laugh darkly. “To get that toy inside of you and redressed before I drag you across campus. Ten…nine…”
Zaiah scrambles, panting hard as he rips his pants and briefs down. His hands are trembling so badly I almost feel bad. Almost .
His cock is so fucking hard, it’s pointing straight out. I watch with hungry eyes as he coats his slim fingers with the shimmering gold oil before he shoves them into his hole.
“Six…five…”
Zaiah growls. “Shut the fuck up,” he says, flustered by my countdown. He pushes the plug against his opening, but it’s too slippery, and he’s too tight.
“Three…two…”
“Fuck!” he yells. “You do it. I can’t.”
I groan. Striding forward, I shove him against the sink and bend him in half. His hands scramble for purchase as he pants, face against the cold tile. I hold him down and thrust the thick plug into his lubed-up ass.
“Fucking hell!”
I chuckle and press a kiss to his temple. Pouring the remaining amount of oil on my hands, I flip him around and give his cock a few violent strokes. His eyes widen when he realizes what I did.
“Oh, shit. You better not fuck me in the middle of the dance floor,” he says as he tucks himself away and pulls up his pants.
I bark out another laugh. “No, Doll. Anyone watching has to pay. Here.” I hold out my hand. “Give me your jacket.” He arches a brow but shrugs out of his blazer, anyway.
I tug the skull mask out of my pocket and slip it over my face. Then I pull out a delicate masquerade mask and tie it in place over his eyes. It barely conceals his identity. His beauty is a stark contrast to my harsh appearance.
“Devyn?” He’s squirming now, the effects of the oil already doing their job.
“Hush,” I growl. Gripping his hips, I position myself behind my prey, flipping him around. He’s facing the mirror now. I trail my fingertips over the exposed skin of his flat stomach before returning to his throat, like a second home. I squeeze him roughly and grow hard when his eyes widen.
“Look at us,” I hiss into his ear, repositioning my obsidian pin so it’s visible.
When his eyes take in our reflection, I know he sees it. We’re fucking perfect together. Carnal lust stares back.
I snap a photo with my multi-slate before dropping my hand and ripping my mask back off. I hand him his blazer back.
“What was that?” he asks in a shaky voice. Damn, I love the way he trembles.
“ That was me making sure we get you your money.” I step up to his side and show him the notes I’m typing up on my multi-slate. My lips twitch when I click on the countdown option. “Come now, Praeda. We have a live video starting in twenty minutes.”
A flood of notifications starts dinging, and I grin when Zaiah realizes it’s my subscribers. “Best not keep our viewers waiting.”