Chapter 9 #2
"Right answer." The knife slipped away and he pushed her forward. "Bend over the altar. Face down." He waited until she complied and then bent over her. At first she hadn't realized what he was doing, but then she saw the mask he set down on the altar by her face.
"Nuh uh uh," he warned, shoving her back down roughly the moment she tried to straighten up and look, holding her head down on the uneven stone. "The moment you make a single move to look at me, this all ends. Tell me you understand."
“Yes, my Devil,” she said, his voice, true voice, hissing in her ear as she rolled her hips. Fuck, he sounded sexy.
He kicked her feet apart and then strong, deft fingers slid through the folds between her thighs.
"You're excited," he remarked, that soft ring of amusement so much sexier in his actual voice.
"Not that I doubted you would be. You’re a perverse little creature.
" With his wet hand, he smacked her, hard, and she squealed as it stung and burned.
"You mark so beautifully," he murmured. For a few moments there was nothing but a soft rustle of cloth, and then his teeth were on the burning spot he'd smacked and he was biting down, hard.
“Ah fuck!” she screamed and pushed back. “Fuck, yes! Mark me, my Devil. Make me yours...” Her eyes closed and she shivered, feeling her core clench. Fuck, she liked his hands on her, his teeth in her flesh.
And fuck it hurt, but the pain was pushing into pleasure, and quickly. “Gods...please...”
He pulled back. "If you come, this ends," he snapped. "You'll come when I tell you to and not before." She barely had a moment to agree before he sank his teeth into the other pert cheek to mark that, too.
“Fuck!” she screamed and gritted her teeth, trying like hell to follow his instruction. She didn’t want this to end. Devil’s kink was a lot of fun for her, and their sex was...transcendent. Gods, but she needed to see him, to know who brought her to the threshold time and time again.
He scattered bite marks across her ass until it stung from cheek to cheek, and she knew she would be feeling it when she sat down for days to come, if not weeks.
"Such a pretty picture." He admired his work for a moment and then smacked it, making her jump and squeal again.
"But you have not quite yet been defiled to the Dark God's satisfaction.
" He tapped gentle fingertips on her spine as he made a show of thinking.
"Hmmm... What to fuck you with," he said.
"Maybe a lit candle? Maybe...a crucifix? Hmmm..."
“That beautiful cock I need so badly?” she said, still facing forward. “You can cause havoc with that alone.” She wasn’t averse to the other things, because she knew that he wouldn’t damage her, not this early in the night.
"Not yet. The night is yet young, my impatient little nun. You need to control yourself."
“I’m impatient for you, my Devil,” she moaned. “And you teasing me with this,” she gripped his mask sitting next to her, “it’s the worst torture.”
"Why do you think I do it?" he tutted, making fun of her. "Fucking with your head is my life's greatest work."
She moaned. “I’m yours to play with, my Devil,” she said and bit her lip. “The candle?” She knew feeling the hot wax on her thighs was going to feel interesting.
"Oh, I wasn't giving you the choice," he said. "I was just thinking aloud."
“So, what is your pleasure?” she asked and rolled her hips, causing cool air to hit her wet thighs.
"My pleasure is that you cease your bleating, Little Lamb, so that I can think.
" He smacked her again, and then she heard footsteps as he paced around.
"Maybe some rosary beads up that tight little ass of yours," he teased.
"All this time, I should have been spanking you with a hymn book. Or a bible."
He paced around a little more and then paused. "I definitely think a candle," he said. "I like the element of danger. Will I let it get close enough to burn you? Will the wax sear those peachy little thighs of yours? What size will I use? Some of these pillar candles are fucking huge."
“My penance is your choice, my Devil,” she whispered, her body strung tight. “I only wish to be absolved in the eyes of my Devil.”
"I told you to stop bleating!" Hot wax splattered across the bruised and bitten curves of her ass.
Biting back a moan, she nodded, the wax searing as it splashed.
He ran a trail of it up her spine and it burned like lava.
She'd be feeling this for days to come, too.
Luckily she'd stocked up on burn treatments after she'd learned how Plague liked to play with fire.
Better to be safe than sorry. Her big mouth was always getting her in trouble.
She couldn't help it. Another burning streak of wax trailed across her buttocks and then she felt the broad, blunt end of the candle pressing inexorably against her cunt.
Gritting her teeth as not to make a sound, she closed her eyes, enduring what he did, trying hard to not let herself enjoy it.
He thrust it into her, the smooth wax sliding easily against the wet walls of her pussy, almost uncomfortably wide. He had to be using one of the big ones.
A whimper escaped her, and she was unsure if it was a good or a bad one. The burn inside her was there, the stretch something she wasn’t really ready for.
"That's it. Take your punishment like a good girl," he soothed, his soft tone belying the way he rammed the smooth cylinder into her.
The praise had her sobbing, grasping at his mask next to her.
"It'll be over soon," he promised, stepping back and leaving the candle deep inside her.
She nodded. “I didn’t tell you my biggest sin, my Devil...” she gasped as she felt the wax run down her thigh as she wiggled.
"And what was that, Little Lamb?"
She moaned, closing her eyes. “That I want you, My Devil, and the others, forever. I want more than tonight, to be yours, to endure for you.” The words came out as sobs. “Please... Please...” She was so close to orgasm that she couldn’t stop herself from begging.
Her body tightened to the point of forcing the candle out, and it clattered to the floor.
"You have been a bad girl." There was a shuffle as he made sure it was out and wouldn't start a fire, and then she heard footsteps as he walked away, followed by the creaking of old wood.
He had to be sitting in one of the pews.
She could picture it almost, the robed figure in the shadows gazing up at her, splayed over the altar in some unholy vision of the profane.
And yet she couldn't see his face. It was infuriating.
Briefly she wondered what the punishment would be if she snuck a glance at him, but Devil was absolute.
If he said he would stop and walk away the second she broke his rule, he fucking meant it.
The desire to turn and see his face was so strong it was mind-bending, but the desire to be fucked, to feel that glorious cock in the aching space left by the candle, was stronger.
Silence fell as he simply looked upon her shame.
Outside, an owl hooted softly and the wind rustled through the trees.
Something somewhere scratched against the chapel wall.
She couldn't even hear him breathing. For a moment she wondered if he'd got up and left.
Surely she'd have heard the wood creaking again?
Or maybe he'd faked that. Maybe he wasn't sitting down at all and was standing somewhere nearby, waiting to strike if she faltered. Or maybe he'd just left her there and there was nothing holding her to the altar except her own submissiveness.
"Please." Her whisper was soft, the plea a need of its own. She wasn't sure what she was even asking for at this point, all she knew was she needed.
"Have you suffered enough?" So he was still with her, but it was a loaded question and she didn't know what he expected her to answer.
If she said yes and he didn't think she had, he would be disappointed and it was anyone's guess what the punishment would be.
If she said no, she knew she'd get something even worse.
“Only if you feel I have, my Devil. I am yours.”
"Good answer." The wooden pew creaked again and then she felt him coming toward her, the soft slumping rustle of his robes hitting the floor making her heart race.
Biting back a groan she hissed when she felt him near, but not touching. Gods, she wanted to see him, wanted to know him so badly.
Her prayers were finally answered when the thick head of his cock nudged at her entrance.
“Devil!” she screamed and shuddered as he touched her. “Please...”
"Please what?" He was sliding in excruciatingly slowly, strong hands holding her down against the rough stone of the altar so she couldn't push back against him.
“This! Oh, fuck yes, this.” She squeezed him with her inner muscles and sobbed. The feel of him inside her, the slow drill into her body, it was driving her crazy. She held the orgasm at bay, wanting so badly to be his good little girl.
He seated himself balls deep inside her with a sigh of satisfaction. "You can come for me now, Little Lamb, and I'll be disappointed in you if it only happens once," he told her and it was all the warning she had before he dragged out and slammed back in, crushing her into the cold stone.
Her body let go, sheath clamping down on him as she pulsed around him, gripping the stone, and his mask, screaming his name out. “Please...more, my Devil... Devil...” Her fingers clutched the mask closer, and she turned her head, eyes closed tight so she didn’t see him.
"Put it on," he commanded her without missing a beat. "Cover yourself with the face of the beast and feel his power."
She did and cried out as another orgasm rolled through her, his cock pounding a tattoo inside her body that had her reeling.
All of this, so much blasphemy to a god she didn’t serve, for a god she did, and the man that brought that out in her.
She might not be part of this Order, but she was integral to them, and that caused her to moan and shake.
“Devil...fuck, Devil....” Gripping the stone, she came again, her body shattering with the force of it. “Fuck!”
"That is a worthy tribute," he snarled, his thrusts coming impossibly fast and hard as he chased his own release.
“Yes!” she screamed as she felt him falter and push deep, emptying himself into her, jets of searing cum bathing her insides. Panting, covered in sweat, and the man himself, she smiled under the mask she was wearing, her head to the side, and chanced an open eye.
"You can look," he told her, his breath coming in harsh pants. "We're done."
Done? She turned, pulling the mask off, her eyes falling on sinister beauty made flesh.
Devil was a fallen angel, dark, with eyes that seemed to glow with unearthly light.
Her fingers went to her mouth, tears in her eyes.
“Finn...” she said softly, stunned in her afterglow and the need to have him closer.
Another man she knew. Another man so close.
"Yeah." His breath was still ragged. "It's me." He huffed a laugh. "You have any idea how fucking distracting you are in tax season?"
“You have any idea how distracting you are whenever you walk into a room?” She pulled him to her, her lips fusing with his in seconds.
Fuck, he tasted like whiskey and darkness and all the things he didn’t say.
Her body thrummed with energy as it pulsed between them.
She broke the kiss on a gasp and grinned.
"And here I thought you were lusting for Devil," he teased, "and all the time you had the hots for a lowly accountant."
“My Devil is constantly in my thoughts, but now I don’t feel guilty for wanting Finn to bend me over my desk and spank me.” She nipped his bottom lip. “Still want that.”
"Well...it's complicated and we'll talk about it later, but it's not impossible that we can do that at some point," he told her.
"For now, let's get you out of those stockings.
" He boosted her up onto the altar and rolled them down her legs, tossing them to the dusty floor, even though she knew they must have cost him a pretty penny.
When she was finally naked, he leaned in and kissed her fiercely, a clashing of tongues as they devoured each other.
He broke it and helped her down off the altar.
"It's been fun," he said, slapping her sore ass.
"But now you need to run." He melted away into the shadows under the old pulpit and she stood there, confused for a beat, before his shout echoed loudly round the church. "I said RUN!"