Chapter 47 Azrael
Azrael
Her whimpers were music to my ears.
I could see the exhaustion in her expression, but the need in her eyes overpowered everything else.
She coveted my touch as much as I coveted her cunt wrapped around my cock.
She was obsessed.
The moment we arrived at the house, I tied her up to the ‘X’, the chains pulling on her wrists, her fingers slowly turning blue.
I had taken off every bandage she had on her—except for the bandages on her back—revealing the cuts, bruises, and burns across her body to the air. The upside-down cross was nearly healed, as well as the cuts and bites I had left on her the first night I had claimed her.
The bruises were taking longer to heal and the burns on the palms of her hands and her back still looked angry and red, but doctor Manson and I were taking care of them well.
Even so, it would take them 8 to 10 weeks to heal, and while I wouldn’t ease in my taking, it was imperative that those heal as soon as possible.
On the palm of her right hand was a heart and on her left was the Leviathan Cross. Alaric’s idea.
Before the founder of modern Satanism adopted it as his own, the symbol had been used in alchemy to represent sulfur, a substance associated with the human soul.
After he had adopted it, it became a representation of a satanist’s belief in human autonomy and self-determination. The infinity symbol emphasizes the limitless nature of the human experience, rejecting any notion of a higher deity to worship.
While I agreed with most of what it stood for, I also believed that in Scarlett’s case, I did want her worshiping someone. I wanted her to worship me.
On her back, the symbol was far larger than the ones on her palms.
Claimed.
In my handwriting, permanently scarred along her spine.
Just in case anyone got any ideas. Which is precisely why I had put a tracking device into her thigh that very first night.
Sometimes my family thought that certain people needed saving from me.
I couldn’t let them get away with doing something as silly as taking her.
Especially now that Red knew where I lived.
A tracking device, and scars announcing to the world—mine and hers—who owns her. If someone were to be stupid enough to take her, the next person they would see would be whatever deity they put their faith in.
Tears dripped down her cheeks, her lips moving around the tie I had wrapped around her head, drool already soaking it.
Putting any gag in her mouth that pinned her tongue or caused her mind to drift back to those days in the Back Hall was prohibited, so I had to get creative.
My ties worked for all kinds of things. Gagging was just one of them.
She tried to pull herself up, trying to relieve the pressure on her ankles, but it did no use. The restraints had no give.
I stepped forward, watching her hooded eyes track the movement. I could still feel her delicate touch across my fingers every time someone came up to speak to us. Gentle, warm, soft. So much different than every other touch in the past.
Too soft for me to deserve.
I slid my cane up between her legs, pressing it along her swollen cunt.
She groaned, trying to move her hips back and forth, her tits bouncing, pulling on the healing cross. “Such a good little doll,” I hummed. “Good little dolls deserve to be rewarded.”
She leaned her head back the second I shifted my cane, giving her the slight relief she craved.
I moved it back and forth, rubbing it along her slit, watching as she panted, seeing the slight outline of her muscles when she inhaled all the way before releasing.
She hadn’t realized it at the time, but her almost obsessive stretching over the years had toned her well.
Doing them every single day for her entire life along with the diet they had her on, it would have been almost impossible not to build some muscles.
Her body wouldn’t betray her during her training.
Her eyes began to roll back, and I pulled the cane back, watching her body go slack before I held the cane up to the light. It was glistening.
I twisted it back and forth, admiring what I did to her. “I know what you need,” I finally hummed, finding her eyes.
I turned away from her and set my cane down, exchanging it for a small black vibrator.
She had never felt one until yesterday, and I knew she wanted more.
I had found her this morning searching for those panties, her cheeks going red when I had caught her red handed.
Sore and in pain, and all she had sought was the high I had given her.
So, I would give it to her. Relentlessly. I would bring her to the edge over and over again, make her writhe and beg and cry for more. Torture her until she begged me to stop and then keep going. She was my wife after all, and I wanted to serve her like any good husband would.
I stepped up to her again and slid the device across her dripping lips, coating it completely before sliding it into her just enough to keep her on edge.
I pressed the button, and her entire body jerked, strangled moans falling from her lips, her head hitting the wall, her eyes rolling. She groaned, sliding her hips against it the best she could.
I could feel her arousal dripping down my hand, and I pushed the vibrator in a little more, feeling the edge of her warm pussy graze my fingers.
Fuck, I loved the way she felt. Every inch of her skin was soft and warm.
The more I touched her, the more I wanted to touch her.
There was even a moment today, when Pastor Julias had a guest on stage, she had brushed her hand along mine on my lap, and it had caused my cock to throb.
I had half a mind to shove it down my pants and feel that hand of hers wrap around my cock.
2011
“You don’t deserve anything kind Azrael. Nothing. You deserve only pain. So, that’s what you will be given until you decide that those tendencies of yours are nothing more than twisted delusions.”
I kept my eyes forward, looking past her to the giant wooden cross they had nailed to the stone wall behind her.
It was easily 12 feet tall and 10 feet wide. It was illuminated by bright white lights, and above it hung a thorn covered crown dripping with blood.
I wondered how long Alaric had to wear it before they finally took it off of him.
“No response?” Lady Elise asked, lifting her chin.
My eyes flicked to hers as I knelt in the glass they had shattered just for me. “Tick tock goes the clock, your god is not mine. Tick tock goes the clock, the Devil comes alive. Tick tock goes the clock, your time of rule will come, and I will deliver your reckoning, my blood is my seal.”
Her face pinched tightly in clear hatred, but I couldn’t stop.
“Tick tock goes the clock,” I went on.
She gave a nod.
“Tick tock goes the clo—”
The whip cut through my clothes.
I grunted, breathing through my teeth. “The blood will always spread.”
Another lashing.
“Tick tock goes the clock—”
Another lashing.
“The time of god is dead.”
She rushed forward, grabbing my jaw, her red painted thin lips pulled back from her yellowing teeth. “You will never escape us, Azrael,” she hissed as another lash sliced through me. “We will haunt your waking thought. We will fuck your mind until the day your infected heart finally stops beating.”
I laughed, the warmth of the blood dripping down my back, soaking through my pants.
“Tick tock,” I said, my voice not my own.
“Tick TOCK,” I said again, my voice growing louder and more manic.
“TICK TOCK!” I screamed, forcing her back a step.
“TICK TOCK!” I said one last time before the laughter took control.
Present Day
My jaw tightened and I shoved the vibrator deep into her, her cunt swallowing the three fingers holding it whole.
She cried out, her body going taut.
“Tick tock tick tock tick—”
“No,” I snarled, stepping up inches from her, trying to remain in control. I would remain in control.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and pressed her into the wall, squeezing it until no air could fill her lungs.
“What are you doing to me, sinner?” I sang, feeling my smile grow.
“Just because I Claimed you doesn’t mean what they think it does, I won’t allow it,” I told her.
“You are my toy, my weapon. My mind in a skirt. You are nothing more. Nothing.”
Her eyes cracked open, tears streaming down her cheeks, her blown pupils trapping me.
“I am yours,” her eyes said. She grunted, her body going rigid.
I pulled my fingers and the vibrator out, her entire body going slack, shaking in need.
Her eyes drifted aimlessly around the room as I released her neck, her nostrils flaring. She inhaled deeply, coughing the best she could, her head rolling.
I took her down while she was still in and out of consciousness and carried her to the room across the hall.
Placing her on the bed, she sank into the covers, still whimpering around the tie.
She tried to move her hands, tried to make a sign, and if it had been anyone else, maybe they wouldn’t have seen what she was trying to say, but I did.
“More.”
I couldn’t help the smile. “Darling little sinner, we are far from done.” I shackled her wrists to the chain above her head and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs.
I slid my hands up the back of her thighs, shuddering at the softness of her skin, my cock throbbing painfully.
I found her eyes, locked on mine, and gently pushed her knees up to either side of her hips, opening her wide for me.
“Fucking divine,” I hummed.
She moaned, fighting against the chains, trying to move her hips forward.