Chapter 7 #2
I watch as he moves to the toaster oven to remove the pastry from the container to warm, and I nearly swoon. I would have eaten it cold, but this is so much better.
“You’re worse than I am,” I say. “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”
“Explore your new home,” he says. “I don’t think even you will be able to get into too much trouble. As it is, it isn’t as if you can die twice.”
Well, if that was one of my questions, it’s answered now.
Bane decides my cinnamon roll is done, and he transfers it to a plate before placing it in front of me.
“Bye,” he says, his fingers pinching my chin as he pushes up my face to look at me. His lips crash onto mine for one, really hot kiss, and then he’s gone.
I hate this popping out thing he can do. Whatever happened to storming out of a room? His way is so much cooler.
The first bite of my cinnamon bun is incredible. It mixes so well with Bane’s smoky flavor, and my eyes roll back as I moan. Fuck, I’m going to need him to make out with me before I eat anything ever again.
I am dramatic, and I refuse to be anything other than myself. The worst has happened, right? I’m dead, and I belong to a dark haired god of a man who happens to kill people for a living.
I don’t think he’s alive, though, so that very flowery, hot description doesn’t completely work. Bane is more handsome than should be legal both above and below Hell.
My lips curl in amusement as I polish off the rest of my breakfast, my stomach singing with happiness. I have a sweet tooth, and that’s likely not to change. Especially now that I know I can’t gain weight.
Getting up, I wash my plate, leaving it in the strainer before hunting down a glass. The cool water feels good once I fill it from the fridge, and I sigh happily.
So much has changed, while others remain the same. A sweet treat will never fail to change my mood, even if there doesn’t seem to be a coffee maker in sight.
Can I go through caffeine withdrawal if I’m dead? Knowing Bane, he’d roll his eyes and tell me to use my head. Therefore, until I get a headache, I’m going to say that I can’t.
Taking care of my glass, I leave the kitchen to explore the castle. There’s beautiful art prints on the wall, libraries, and a really beautiful courtyard.
While I’m out there, I swear that I can feel the sunlight on my face. Everything tells me that’s impossible, but this is Lucifer’s castle, which makes almost everything else possible.
It’s the kind of logic that makes a person crazy, huh?
Walking back inside, I find myself wandering without paying attention to where I’m going. It’s probably a dumb move, but I’m getting bored, and so I disassociate. As I pass by a man with horns and some kind of uniform, I barely give him any attention.
“Hey!” he barks out, making me flinch. Turning, I give him one of the looks that I hate when Bane gives it to me.
“That’s not my name, and I’m not doing anything wrong,” I say.
“No, but you’re fresh meat. This means I get to play with you. Who will stop me? No one,” he growls.
Fuck, shit, fuck!
Turning, I start to run. I just need to figure out where my room is. Ugh, why am I so lost? Next time, I’m not leaving.
A meaty hand grabs my hair, making me scream in pain as he fists it.
“Yes. Please scream some more for me,” he mutters, his hot, stinky breath on my skin. This isn’t hot or exciting.
He’s not Bane. I want to go!
“I think you may be lost,” a dark voice says, making me almost sag with relief. Instead, I continue to frantically try to get free. “Release my human.”
“Come on, Bane. I wasn’t gonna do anything,” the monster says, turning with my body in front of him.
Fucking coward. He rubs his erection against my ass making me pale.
“It doesn’t seem like you’re understanding the words coming out of my mouth,” Bane growls. “Release…my…human.”
“Share!” the idiot yells. “Is your name on his skin?”
“Not yet, Harris,” Bane says, disappearing. What an odd name for a monster…
“Ahh!” the monster screams, releasing me.
Turning as I stumble back, I watch as Bane releases the monster’s severed ears. There’s a knife in Bane’s hand and he stabs Harris’ skin, severing his spine before he yanks it out like he’s skinning a fucking fish.
My jaw practically unhinges in my shock, and the monster drops dead in front of me.
“Mine,” Bane snarls, ignoring the blood on his hands as he stalks over to me.
Grabbing my ass with one hand as he lifts me and collaring me with the other, he slams me against the wall angrily.
“I was just walking around,” I gasp. My legs wrap around his waist without a thought. I don’t know what he has planned, but I’m strangely not scared of him.
I think I’ve watched far too many horror movies, because a part of me is very turned on.
“No one touches what’s mine,” he growls. “Open your slutty mouth for me. I should make you suck my dick until you choke on my cum. I want you to always remember that you’re mine.”
“I—”
“Open, Little Human,” Bane demands. “You need a reminder of who the fuck you belong to.”
I could put up a fight, but my mother taught me not to argue with crazy people. I’m not saying I follow her advice all the time, but just this once…
Opening my mouth wide, my heart pounds nervously as Bane squeezes my throat tightly in ownership. His own throat works as he glares at me like he wants to hate fuck me, and then he spits one long thread of saliva into my mouth.
I can’t breathe, my nose refuses to pull in any oxygen, and I’m choking on an excess of fluid in my throat. Blackness threatens the edges of my vision, and Bane grins wildly.
“No, no. You’re not going to escape me so easily, Little Human. Breathe.”
His hand releases my throat for long enough that I can gasp in a breath before he squeezes it again.
“Don’t swallow. I have plans for that saliva before you do that,” he growls.
Bane’s hand on my ass pulls my sweatpants down until I’m exposed. I begin to pant with need, my cock bouncing out for anyone to see.
“Fuck, you want my dick, don’t you, Little Human? I’m going to show everyone who you belong to,” he says. “How does it feel to know you’re about to be fucked in the Devil’s hallway? I will kill anyone who looks or sees you like this.”
I can’t do anything but gurgle, desperately trying to keep his spit in my mouth. Bane shoves his fingers into my mouth, making me moan and gag as he coats them. Removing them, he shoves his fingers in my tight hole, making me squeal loudly.
“That’s it, scream for me, Onyx. Tell everyone what I’m doing to you.”
Bane fits four of his fingers into my ass, roughly fucking me with them. My dick bounces with the movement, precum sliding down my shaft as if weeping from desperation.
“Needy little slut. I’m never leaving you alone again. I’ll wear you like a goddamned backpack if I have to,” he says.
Bane’s hand remains around my neck as he fucks me with his fingers, and then he’s removing his fingers from my asshole and pulling his pants down.
Oh god. He’s going to fuck me.
I’m running on endorphins and arousal, so I won’t need as much prep. Bane drops one of my legs from his waist, and I pull it out of my pants immediately.
“Good boy,” he praises, hiking my leg back up. “Now, take my cock and swallow my saliva down so I know I own you inside and out.”
Heat spreads through my body in a wave as I swallow his saliva. Bane spits on his cock, rubbing it all over before pressing the crown against my needy hole.
“Enjoy breathing for now,” he murmurs. “It won’t last for long.”
“Bane!” a voice thunders through the castle. Bane just shrugs before he presses his hips forward, watching as his cock disappears inch by inch.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, my head dropping back on the wall. He’s so fucking big. How is he not ripping me in two right now?
“Lucifer is pissed I killed one of his men again,” Bane says conversationally. “I’ll go see him after I fill you up with my cum. He’ll be fine.”
The last part doesn’t seem like a smart move, but all of my thoughts disappear as his hand squeezes my throat tight. His thrusts are hard and possessive, his groans throaty and powerful.
Fuck, why is he so damn sexy?
I can’t breathe unless he gives me permission, I can’t come without his fucking goddamned approval. God, he’s insufferable, but I don’t care.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Bane grunts as he fucks me. “I’ll hold you up, I won’t let you fall. And…for all that’s unholy in the world, don’t fucking cum without me.”
My eyes roll back as his commands wash over me. His cock hits my prostate over and over, until I feel as if I could come hands free. Needing to get him closer to his release, I decide to play dirty.
Clenching my hole around his cock, I smirk as he drops his head back in pleasure. His thrusts get harder, and I would swear his cock is getting thicker.
Oh god, fuck, it’s too good!
My mouth opens into a soundless scream as Bane lifts me higher to hit a new spot.
“So fucking perfect. Take my cum in your slutty little hole. Beg me for my cum.”
Bane’s hand opens to allow me to gasp in a breath, and I sob out,”Please! I’ll be so good. I need your cum.”
“Fuck yeah you do.”
His hips piston as his pupils blow out, and he fucks me like a mad man. I feel the warmth of his cum fill me up as my shirt gets covered in ropes of my release, not able to breathe again as Bane’s hand gets tighter and tighter.
My eyes beg him for air, but I can’t stop coming as darkness falls over my vision.
I’m trapped in a cloud of nothingness, but I’m not scared. I miss Bane though.
A slap makes me scream, and I gasp as my eyelids snap open. I’m no longer getting fucked against the wall. Instead, my body is laid on the bed, and my hole is leaking cum. My clothes are nowhere to be found, and I’m very confused.
“What? The…Fuck!” I yell, unable to make sense of things.
Bane looks embarrassed as he blushes, fully dressed.
“I killed you,” he says, biting his lip. “It was an accident, but I snapped your neck with how hard I was gripping your throat. Look, it’s not my fault you’re so fragile.”
“You killed me!” I yell, annoyed. “So what… I’m alive now?”
“In a way,” he says vaguely. “Open your legs wider, I want to see how pretty your ass leaks out my cum.”
He’s psychotic, but I still open my legs. Smirking, he shoves his fingers into my hole, lighting my nerve endings up as I cry out.
“That’s it, baby. It’ll never feel this good with anyone else. I want people to know you’re mine because they can smell my cum in you at all times,” he growls. “I guess I’ll have to keep pumping you full of it, won’t I? Now, open like a good little human.”
Unable to refuse, I open my mouth wide. Is he going to spit in it again?
Pulling his fingers out of my hole, he shoves them into my mouth.
“Suck my cum off my fingers. Fuck that’s good. Harder. Yes,” he groans. “I hope you’re ready for round two.”
Flipping me onto my hands and knees, he strips out of his clothes.
“Not a bad pay off. If I kill you, you’ll just come back to life. Now, be a good boy and grip my cock like only you can,” he says.
Bane is my death and life wrapped into a sexy package, and I can’t say no.