Chapter 5
FIVE
The Devil
Beautiful women are a dime a dozen. Beauty is temporary, fleeting.
She’s not beautiful—she’s addicting. From the first moment that I saw her, and every moment since, she has haunted my mind, a ghost lurking in the deep recesses of my subconscious, refusing to let me go.
She’s entangled herself inside my damn soul, entwining us as one.
Plato believed that man was born as one singular creature—a male and female born together, separated at birth and forever cursed to search the Earth for the other half of their soul.
That’s where the term soulmate comes from—the other half of your soul that is ripped from you and stolen from your very being at birth.
Ali is my fucking soulmate.
I would search a thousand lifetimes to find her, to claim her, to reunite our fractured souls back together as one. She needs me. She just needs to be reminded of exactly who she belongs to—who she promised herself to.
And it’s not the fucking asshole whose ring she wears on her finger.
I stare at the shimmering diamond. It’s a solitary diamond on a gold band.
It’s simple, boring, bland. Just like the man who picked it out.
It glints in the light of the moon that streaks through the window.
Anger simmers inside me as I stare at it.
She won’t wear that shit while I’m inside her.
Reaching down, I bring her hand up and stick her ring finger into my mouth.
She doesn’t stir. She’s out cold—probably thanks to the drugs I slipped into her wine.
She won’t wake. We’ve done this enough to get our routine down—the wine, the drugs, the sex—it’s our time, when we’re free to be together.
I slide my tongue against the cold metal, slipping it from her finger easily.
I let her hand fall back to the mattress before I spit the offending piece of metal and gem across the room. It clanks against the wood floor.
I don’t look to see where it lands. I don’t give a shit, frankly.
Plus, I’m distracted by the beauty beneath me—my Sleeping Beauty.
I open her now unadorned left hand and trace the small scar on the inside of her palm.
It’s a true mark of dedication, devotion.
Not something that can be slipped off like a ring—no, this one is truly forever.
I just need to remind her of the promise she made.
I pull back to stare at her sleeping form.
Her round tits rise and fall as she sleeps peacefully.
The hardened buds of her nipples poke at the light cotton of her T-shirt.
The white fabric is nearly sheer in the pale moonlight, allowing me to make out the outline of her darkened areolas and the stiffened peaks of her breasts.
She’s excited by my mere presence. Her mind may not yet be aware of what we’ve been doing, but her body knows me—craves me.
We’re utterly addicted to each other in the very worst way.
The fact that I let her see me in her yard earlier adds an extra thrill to the evening. I let her know I was there, waiting for her to fall asleep, so we could be together. One day soon, Ali won’t run when she sees me in the daylight.
Sliding my hand under her shirt, I revel in the warmth of her flesh.
She’s so soft, so alive, so utterly perfect.
My calloused fingers scrape against her delicate paleness as I move to lift the white fabric even higher.
The first exposure of the swell of her beautiful breasts has my cock throbbing in my pants.
She’s utter perfection. Even though I’ve seen her body before, each time with her is like a fucking gift.
When I finally bare her chest completely, I stop and stare.
Her breasts are round and soft and just begging for my marks.
One day, one day soon, she’ll be mine and I can cover her in marks so that every one, including her, knows she’s mine.
But for now, I’ll settle for a taste. Bending down, I suck one of the hardened buds into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue. Beneath me, she moans in her sleep. I move to the other breast, peppering soft kisses along the swell of her tit. She mewls softly and her hips lift off the bed.
“Such a desperate slut for me, aren’t you, sleeping beauty?” I chuckle as she tosses her head to the side.
She won’t wake up. I’ve tinkered with the drugs for years, making sure to get the right dose where she will remain unconscious while I have my way with her but not so knocked out that her body can’t respond. It’s no fun if I’m worried I might have killed her the entire time I’m fucking her.
“Let’s get this off you,” I tell her as I lift her back off the bed with one hand and pull her shirt gently over her head with the other. Her fiery red hair falls back down around us, a cascade of red silk.
Lying her down gently, I snuggle against her.
My face lands in the crook of her neck and I savor her scent—floral and sweet, like sugar-tipped roses.
The scent has a Pavlovian effect on me and my cock swells to a painful level at a mere whiff of her.
I begin to kiss her neck, her jaw, her shoulder—any spot my lips can reach.
I touch my lips to hers and she even puckers slightly, desperate for the pleasure and affection she’s starved for during the day, but that I so readily give her at night.
Our hips grind against each other through our clothes as I kiss her unconscious form.
She moans again in her sleep and I wonder if she’s having a dirty dream about a man in a mask—a dirty dream about me.
Sliding down her body, I leave a trail of licks and sucks in my wake. A few red marks dot her skin, none strong enough to last until sunrise. I’m careful. We can’t get caught, not when my plan is so close to coming to fruition.
“Are you wet for me, Princess?” I ask as I reach her thighs.
Her perfect pussy is covered by a pair of pale pink panties.
She always wears pastel panties. They’re boring, nice.
When she’s mine, I’ll get her a dresser full of nothing but lacy and embellished lingerie in every color.
My girl isn’t bland, despite who she pretends to be, and her underwear shouldn’t be either.
“Fucking soaked,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I run my knuckles across the dampened cotton. “Such a desperate sleeping slut for me, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t respond. She can’t, not when she’s completely unconscious.
My cock is rubbing uncomfortably against the denim of my jeans. Still stroking her covered pussy lips with one hand, I use the other to release my belt and fly. As soon as my zipper parts, my hardened length springs free. I grip my cock, stroking leisurely through the fabric of my briefs.
“Am I fucking your tight cunt or your even tighter ass first tonight, Princess?”
I’ve been training her ass in her sleep, getting her prepped to take my cock.
Her uptight prick of a husband never fucks her there.
But I will. I’ve used my fingers and toys to fuck her back hole, but never my cock.
Not yet, anyway. I want to see her eyes, awake and filled with horror, the first time I slide my throbbing head past that tight ring of muscles. She’ll cry so pretty for me.
Releasing my cock, I bring both hands to the waistband of her underwear and pull them off of her.
It takes a little adjusting to get them off her passed out form, but we’ve done this enough times that we have a system down.
With a hand on each thigh, I drag her to the edge of the mattress until her ass is barely hanging off.
“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” I coo as I bring my hand back to her cunt.
I let my tattooed digits trail through the wetness building there, letting me know just how badly she wants this—wants me.
“You gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me tonight?” I ask before shoving two thick fingers roughly inside her. Her sleeping eyes twitch and her pussy pulses around my hand, but that’s the only recognition she gives me.
I pump my fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, curling them to massage her inner walls.
At the same time, I bring my thumb to her clit, rubbing quick circles around the swollen nub.
She mewls in her sleep, jerking lightly as her pleasure begins to build.
I bring my free hand to her throat, closing around her neck and feeling her pulse thrash against my hand.
I squeeze tighter while I continue to fuck her.
“That’s it, fucking take everything I give you like a good fucking girl,” I growl as my hips thrust, desperate to bury myself inside her warmth.
Not yet, though.
Her body begins to convulse but she doesn’t wake.
She never wakes during our games. Her pulse thunders against my hand as I squeeze harder.
The juices from her pussy are dripping down my fingers and covering my hand.
And just as her pussy starts tightening, just as she’s about to come, I stop.
I pull back completely and stare down at her flushed form.
Her body sags down against the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She moans in her sleep.
“Fuck me, Princess, you’re incredible,” I groan as I watch her eyebrows pinch as if, even in sleep, she’s confused why I’d deny her.
“Which is why…” I slide my boxers down my thighs and kick off all my clothes.
The intricate pattern of black ink covering my skin seems to swirl in the moonlight streaking through the window.
“I need to feel that pussy quake around my cock.”
I line myself up with her center, using her own excitement to coat my crown.
The silver piercing at the tip glints in the low light and a bead of precum drips from the tip.
Everything I’ve become has been for her—the tattoos, the piercings, the muscle—all to be the man she needs.
She thinks she has what she wants—safe, practical, smart.
But what she needs is much, much darker.
I know her better than anymore, better even than she knows herself, and the nice little school teacher act is just for show.
I may be the Devil, but the Underworld is ruled by a Queen.
“So damn tight,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I slide into the heat of her cunt. “And it’s all mine, isn’t it?”
I know it’s a lie. Her husband still fucks her occasionally. But that is about to end…and soon.
“That’s it, Princess, take every fucking inch,” I demand as I bottom out inside her. Her pussy pulses in pleasure around me.
I savor the feel of her, the stretch of her walls wrapped around me. She was made for me. Every inch of her is perfection. Lifting her legs, I place the bottom of her feet against my chest, positioning her just how I want her.
“That’s it, Sleeping Beauty, my perfect unconscious doll.
Mine to use.” I pull out almost all the way, then bury myself harshly inside her again.
“Mine to play with.” I thrust again, this time hard enough that her limp body scoots across the mattress.
I slide her back toward me and snap my hips again.
“Mine to fill with cum until your tight little cunt can’t hold anymore and it drips down your thighs. ”
The image of her carrying my kid in her belly throws me into a fury of desire. I ram into her mercilessly. My fingers dance around her back hole, poking and toying with the entrance. I slip a single finger inside her ass, fucking both her holes in tandem.
“Yes,” she moans in her sleep. Her head thrashes from side to side and her hips lift off the bed. Her body tells me everything I need to know—how she craves me just as much as I crave her.
“You like that?” I taunt as I add a second finger to her ass. She’s relaxed, asleep, making it easy to fuck her tight back hole without as much tension-induced resistance. She’s completely at my mercy.
My balls tighten as my release nears. But I never come until she does—never. Her pleasure is the most important thing. I bring my free hand to her clit, fucking both her holes while I flick the hardened nub. She mewls and moans, her body writhing as her pleasure builds.
“Come for me, Sleeping Beauty,” I demand as her tight walls clench around me.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her release hits her.
Her unconscious body convulses beneath me as she comes all over me.
I look down to see her creamy cum coating my cock.
The sight is sinful and I can’t stop my own release from ripping through me.
I let out a monstrous growl as rope after rope of sticky jizz shoots from me and coats her walls.
I don’t stop thrusting though, determined to bury my seed deep inside her.
“Fuck, Princess,” I pant out as the last waves of my ecstasy start to fade. “That was incredible.”
I pull myself from inside her, our combined cum dripping from her swollen pussy.
Without a second thought, I lean down and run my tongue through the mess.
We taste like destruction—a perfect concoction of chaos.
Part of me wants to eat her out until she comes again, this time all over my face.
But she’s probably had enough for tonight.
I pull her limp form back up the bed, making sure to prop her up on the pillows.
With a final glance at her beautiful naked body, I tuck the comforter around her.
She’ll wake up sore, sated, and none the wiser.
Swiftly getting dressed, I pull the mask back over my face and give my girl one last final glance.
“See you tomorrow, Princess.”