Chapter 47
FORTY-SEVEN
D AKOTA
When I get into bed, he’s already sent a couple of photos to me. One of him in the mirror half-naked coming out of the shower, and another with his belt undone and his pants partially unzipped. I nibble my lip while I try to think of something to send in return, finally settling on a photo of me with my shirt partially pulled up over my breasts and another of my legs stretched out across the bed. I figure we’ll start tame and work our way up from there.
Long day?
THE DEVIL:
So fucking long. Making progress though. So I suppose it’ s worth it.
Good.
I can’t wait to see you again.
I miss you, Cowboy.
I miss you too.
You get dinner and a shower after work?
Yes. Both.
And their maid service put fresh sheets on the bed and sprayed the comforter with some sort of magic lavender spray that makes me feel so relaxed. My head hits the pillow, and I fall asleep. I need to find out what it is so I can get some.
Sounds like you might just drift off to sleep now.
I could, but I’d rather talk to you first.
Unless you have other plans.
Or if you like me asleep.
Fuck, if I was there… I’d have a few.
That another kink of yours, Hellfire? It sounds fun.
Then again, everything you come up with does.
Might be something to try.
What would you do if you were here?
Can’t stop thinking about the way you looked tied up in that rope for me.
I want you tied up like that again while you wear one of your dresses for me, or maybe those tiny little shorts you like to wear behind the bar. Peeling those off you could be fun.
Too bad you’re not here.
I have PJ shorts on now and pink lace panties I just bought underneath.
Send me a picture.
I snap one and send it off. Then I grab one of my toys out of my nightstand and turn the light off. I’m in the far wing of the house, away from their bedrooms, so I don’t have to worry about privacy, but I’d still rather have the light off in case anyone wanders down this way.
THE DEVIL:
Fuck. You’re gorgeous.
I’m in desperate need of some toy time. Want to talk me through it?
I’m in public right now. Late meeting. I hope it’s over soon. They needed me to sit in, so I can’t talk.
But I can text you through it. That work?
He sends me a little devil emoji, and I grin at my phone.
It’ll have to do for now. Call me later though?
As soon as I can.
Tell me what to do, Daddy.
I return the devil emoji, and I can just imagine his face right now. Here’s hoping he makes it through his meeting and can still stand at the end.
THE DEVIL:
Take the shorts and panties off. I want you naked from the waist down.
Then turn over on your stomach.
Did you pick a toy from the ones I sent you?
I do as he asks, tossing my clothes in a pile next to me and pulling a pillow under my hips and another under my chin before I grab my phone again.
Done.
The small blue clit vibrator.
Fucking perfect. We’re gonna tease that clit until you can’t take it anymore.
You don’t come until I say. I don’t care how close you get. Got it?
Got it.
This man is going to torture me within an inch of my life. I can already tell.
Turn it on. Low and slow. I want you to tease yourself until you’re nice and wet for me.
Fuck. It feels good. This one’s stronger than my last one.
The lowest setting. Or else.
Yes, Daddy.
I turn it down a notch from where I started, down to the lowest setting, and I let it softly vibrate between my thighs. I barely let it touch me, allowing the sensation in my nerves to build slowly and steadily.
Getting wet for me?
Yes.
Feels so empty though. Can I use my fingers?
No. Not until you’re in danger of soaking those new sheets.
Play with your nipples for me. Use the vibrator on them over your shirt.
I follow his instructions, raising up on my knees for a moment to get access. I squeeze the pillow between my legs, grinding down as the teasing sensation in my nipples heightens everything I’m feeling. The phone flashes with a message from him, and I pick it up with my free hand.
Better?
Like torture. I need fucked. Badly.
I know you do.
Slip those fingers down between your legs for me. Tease your clit.
I set the phone down again, using the vibrator in my left hand and my fingers on my right. I brush the pads of my fingers over my clit, and I let out a soft moan. Completely lost in the moment and imagining he’s here watching me. I let out another sigh before I remember that I’m not in my own home. I hold my breath, and I run my teeth over my lip, trying to convince myself that there’s no way anyone heard me .
The phone flashes with another message, and I pick it up.
THE DEVIL:
And?
Getting closer. I just moaned without thinking, though, and now I’m worried they’ll hear me.
Well, half worried and kind of turned on.
What if they listen to me like we listened to Ramsey and Hazel?
They’re not exactly shy, sweetheart.
Do whatever feels good. They’d probably get off on it.
You better be moaning my fucking name though.
I am.
Can I use the vibrator again?
Yes. You can turn it on and count to ten. Then turn it off.
But you cannot come. Got it?
Got it.
I do as he asks of me, lying back down on my stomach before I slip it back between my legs and take my time counting to ten like I’m wringing every possible millisecond out of the experience. I sigh loudly into the pillow when I have to turn it off again. It’s torture, and if it was just me, I’d be letting myself ride this little vibrator over the edge. But even when he’s not here, I’m trying to be good for him.
I reach for the phone, and it nearly falls on the floor. I have to stretch to catch it, and the brush of my clit over the pillow is enough to get me to let out a soft cry. I bite into my lower lip, trying to force myself not to rock my hips over the pillow again. I swipe the text box open.
You’re torturing me.
You need to give me permission to come.
THE DEVIL:
We’ll see.
Soaking yet? Test yourself for me with your fingers.
I reach down with my free hand, and I barely have to brush my fingers over my skin to feel how wet I am. Everything is slick and swollen and dying for more friction.
Soaking.
Desperate.
Please let me come.
THE DEVIL:
You can wait.
Three more seconds with the vibrator. Please?
No.
I rock my hips forward over the pillow under my hips and let out a soft gasp. It’s torment and relief at the same time. I’m so close, and it gives me the slightest hint of something I need but not enough to free me from the torture.
“I don’t remember saying anything about putting a pillow between your legs.” His voice is thick and graveled .
I nearly jump out of my skin. Turning over and scrambling up the bed even though I know it’s him. Even in the dark, I can make out his shoulders and that jawline. His blue eyes catch a glint of the light, and he looks terrifying.
“Grant,” I whisper. “How the fuck—”
His hand goes over my mouth.
“Not Grant, sweetheart. The devil. The one who’s about to tie you up and have you every way he wants to punish you for disobeying the rules.”
My throat bobs on the hard swallow I make, and he sees it, his tongue darting out and licking a trail up my neck. It sends goosebumps down my body in its wake. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Your safe word?” He pulls his hand away from my mouth to give me the opportunity to say it.
“Avarice,” I reply softly.
“You need it, you use it. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Lie back down on your stomach,” he orders, and I do as he asks. He grabs a second pillow and shoves it under my hips. His fingers trace a line down my spine and between my cheeks, curving down until he can test how wet I am. He slips two of them inside me, and I rock back against them, seeking some kind of relief.
“Don’t move,” he demands.
“Please. I’m so fucking desperate to come,” I beg as I press my face into the pillow.
He kneels on the bed behind me, and his hands come up to palm my ass cheeks, grabbing a handful and squeezing hard. I hear the sound of his breathing as he works his belt loose and pulls his zipper down. The sound of his clothing sliding over his skin is like music to my ears.
“You don’t know desperate until you have to ride home from the airport in a car full of men while your girl sends you half-naked pictures and tells you how much she wants you to fuck her.”
“Your girl?” I ask, surprised he uses it so freely. It just sends another wave of want through my body to hear it.
He leans down over me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forces me to arch my back as he pulls. His cock slips between my cheeks, teasing my ass before he nudges my entrance, hesitating for half a second before he slams into me. I cry out his name, and his hand wraps around my hip, holding me steady as he takes me hard and fast.
“Feels like you’re mine right now, doesn’t it? The way this cunt’s clinging to my cock for dear fucking life.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he demands.
“Yes, Daddy.” I repeat it back to him.
“That’s my girl.” He says it with admiration in his voice, and his thumb swipes back and forth over my hip. “Listen to how fucking wet you are for me. So fucking perfect and ready. Turns you on to get fucked by a stranger in the dark, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m so close to coming; I can taste it.
“You want to come for me?” he asks like he can hear my thoughts.
“So much. I need you. Please,” I plead with him, reaching for my toy like a request.
“Turn it on, and hand it to me.”
I do as he asks, and he slips it between my legs.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out, starting to moan as he turns it up.
“I want to hear you. Let the whole fucking house hear you come all over my cock while I fuck you full. I want them to know this cunt’s full of me when we go back out there.”
I’m already a mess. Moaning and cursing, so getting a little louder for him isn’t a stretch. It feels like I need it after the day I had and then him giving me this fantasy on top of it. My brain can barely process that it’s really him and not some overactive specter of my imagination.
He groans out his own release, and I can feel him coming inside me, hot and heavy. When he pulls out, it drips down my thighs, and he stays kneeling, watching it for a moment before his fingers slip up the inside of my thigh. He catches it with his fingertips and slips them back inside me.
“Fuck me. I’ll never get over the sight of me leaking out of you like that,” he murmurs before he collapses next to me on the bed.
I climb on top of him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head under his chin.
“You’re really here.”
“Fuck, I hope so. Otherwise, I’ll have to kill whoever just fucked you like that.” He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I missed you so damn much, Hellfire.”
“I missed you. But also, what the fuck was that? Not telling me you were coming!” I pull back and glare at him in admonition.
“Couldn’t give you your fantasy if you knew I was coming. Also, you’re a little cheat. Fucking that pillow when you know you weren’t supposed to.”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” I muse.
It’s his turn to glare, but it melts almost immediately, and he cranes his neck to kiss me.
“You survived.”
“I survived,” he confirms. “We still have a long road ahead of us, but there’s a truce in place, and I wanted to come bring my girl home.”
“Your girl.” I kiss my way up his neck. “I like the sound of that. ”
“Get used to it,” he murmurs, and then his lips crash against mine as we tumble back against the sheets again.