Chapter Twenty-Six #3
“Pretty little thing. Look at you... all bound up like a present for your Devils.” I crouch again, dragging out the blindfold. She shakes her head, whimpering against the tape.
“Too late, Little Fox. You don’t get to see what we’ll do to you tonight. You just get to feel.”
I tie the fabric around her eyes, swallowing her last shred of control. She’s trembling now, excited, wet, ready.
God, she’s beautiful like this.
But not quite finished.
I grip her shirt and rip it in two with a snarl. The sound makes her jolt, and moan. Her bra’s next. One swipe of my blade, and it’s in pieces. I flick my tongue over the steel and trail it down her belly, dipping into her navel. She shudders, thighs clenching.
“Oh, you like that?” I whisper. “You want your Devils to ruin you, don’t you?”
She nods frantically, whimpering through the tape. I lick her nipple, suck it into my mouth until she arches into me, her wrists pulling tight behind her. I give the other breast the same treatment, biting, sucking, licking until her body is squirming like she’s about to break apart.
“You taste like fucking sin, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Bet that pussy’s soaked for me, huh? You been aching to get caught. Dripping for your Devils. You wanted this.”
Another moan.
“You like being hunted?” I tease. “Like being dragged into the woods and tied up like a sacrifice? You’re fucking mine now, baby. All mine.”
I lick up her neck, bite the bruised spot from earlier, and whisper darkly, “I’m gonna mark you again. So when the others find you, they know I had you first.”
She groans, twisting in my grip.
“I haven’t even started yet.”
I trail kisses down her belly, slow and taunting, until I reach the waistband of her shorts. I nip there. Tug them down. Smell her arousal, sweet, thick, feral.
“Mmm, fuck. She’s soaked, boys.” I call into the dark, knowing they’re getting closer. “Our girl’s ready to be ruined.”
And tonight?
We’ll make damn sure she never forgets it.
Fumbling with the drawstring of her sweats, I drag them down her hips with deliberate slowness, revealing that sweet little pussy, bare and already dripping. Just how I like her. Just how she always is. Fuck, she’s such a good girl for me.
Freshly shaven. Slick and glistening. Her scent hits me like a drug.
Anyone who’s ever said pussy smells bad has clearly never been on their knees in front of Athens. She smells like goddamn sin, and I’m the priest ready to devour every confession from her lips.
“I wasn’t gonna do this, baby…” I murmur against her thighs, watching her tremble, her mouth taped shut and blindfold tight. “But fuck, one taste and I’m gone.”
I drag my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit, letting the taste settle before I suck her in, slowly, wetly, like I’ve got all night. Her hips jerk against my mouth, desperate and needy, grinding into my face like the wanton little brat she is.
I groan against her, “Taste so good, you fucking tease. You know what you do to me, don’t you?”
She moans against the tape, breathless.
Her legs open wider, her body giving me every ounce of consent I crave.
She wants it. She’s fucking starving for it.
I hook one leg over my shoulder and shove the other aside so I can bury myself deeper between her thighs, my tongue lashing her clit in tight circles, my mouth covering her like I’m trying to steal the air from her lungs.
“Fuck yeah… that’s it. Come for me, Little Fox. Paint my tongue like the dirty girl you are.”
She arches. Legs shaking. And then it hits, her climax ripping through her body as she grunts into the tape, writhing in my hold. I don’t let a single drop go to waste, drinking her down like it’s holy.
By the time I ease her back to the ground, her chest is rising and falling in short bursts. Still trembling. Still flushed.
But I’m not done with her.
I shift behind her, pulling her into my lap, my hard cock pressed between us like a brand. With one hand, I guide two fingers between her folds, slick with her own release. I push them in slow. Deep. Letting her feel the stretch.
“Fuck, baby… you’re tight. So fucking wet for me.”
Her moan behind the tape is strangled, desperate.
“Yeah? You want more?” I growl in her ear. “You want Daddy to fuck you full like you deserve?”
She nods violently, the tape muffling her cries.
“I bet you do,” I whisper darkly, curling my fingers just right, hitting that spot inside her that makes her jerk and cry out. “I bet your greedy little cunt’s been waiting all night for this.”
She’s melting against me, breath hot against my jaw. My fingers drive into her, steady and brutal, coaxing wave after wave out of her. The wet sounds echo in the woods, slick and obscene.
“Oh, fuck yeah... that’s it. Come on, pretty girl. Squeeze my fingers. Show me who this pussy belongs to.”
She comes hard, again, body locking up as her juices gush around my hand. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight. At the fucking power I have over her.
Once she starts to come down, I lift her gently and move to stand. I pull my mask up just enough to expose my mouth, then raise my cum-soaked fingers and suck them clean, slow and deliberate.
Her head whips around. Eyes wide, lips parted behind the tape.
“Mmm,” I hum. “Taste better than fucking candy.”
I rip the tape from her mouth and untie her wrists. She grabs my hand and drags my fingers to her mouth, licking them like a starved animal.
“That was… fuck. Who are you?” she pants, eyes narrowing as she stares at the mask.
I chuckle low and dark. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I do know that laugh.” She reaches up, lifts the mask just enough to kiss me, rough and hungry. Her tongue tastes herself on my lips and moans into my mouth like it’s the last kiss she’ll ever get.
I break it and shake my head, holding up a finger to say no more.
Her eyes flare in frustration. “You’re not going to fuck me?” she pants, voice thick with lust. “You just going to leave me like this?”
I don’t answer. I just reach down, grab my knife, and twirl it between my fingers. Her eyes go wide again, this time with the right kind of fear.
“Run,” I rasp.
That wicked smile splits her face, and then she bolts, wild and barefoot through the trees.
She thinks she’s running from one Devil.
She doesn’t know four more are waiting for her just beyond the trees.
And I’ll be there for the end.
Because the night’s not over.
Not even close.