Page 30 of Devour

“Eyes open, little heathen. I said to fucking watch.”

I look at myself in the mirror. I’m a fucking mess. My mascara is already running.

“We don’t have time to make you beg properly, so come for me, baby. Consider this a freebie before I make you work much harder for it.”

My orgasm hits hard. My legs buckle and he holds me against him. I moan into his hand and my eyes water. My body shakes through it while he holds me up and watches me in the mirror with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Good girl.” It’s low and rough against my ear. “That’s my good girl.”

Before I can catch my breath, he pulls the vibrator out and keeps me bent over the sink. I hear his zipper.

“Don’t fucking move.”

I watch him in the mirror. His jaw is tight and his cock is in his hand. He brings the vibrator to his lips. He licks it clean while he watches me in the mirror. His tongue drags across the pink silicone, and he doesn’t break eye contact. My cunt clenches even though I came thirty seconds ago.

He sticks the vibrator back inside me, collecting more of my orgasm. He brings it back to his mouth and licks it again while he strokes himself.

“I’ve been craving a taste of this cunt.” He pockets the vibrator, and then he strokes himself hard and fast as he watches me in the mirror. He grips my hair and jerks my head back, still holding my chest against the sink. He muffles a groan. “You have no idea how hard it is not to fuck you right now.”

He leans further over my back, and the head of his dick rubs along my seam as he jerks off. He looks at me in the mirror and bites my neck, making me whimper. He slows his hand and presses the head of his dick against the opening of my ass, growling against my neck as his warm cum drips from my ass to my pussy. “Fuck. I can’t wait to fill every hole on your body with my cum.”

My eyes go wide, staring into his as he kisses the place on my neck where he just bit me. He tucks his dick back in his pants. I’ve never had anal sex before, and the thought of what his size and the piercings would do to me makes my heart race.

“What, baby? You didn’t think I was going to fuck this ass too?”

“Axl, I don’t . . . I’ve never done that.”

He zips his slacks. “Then that’s going to make it even better when I make it mine. I’m going to claim your ass, so you might as well get ready to beg me for it, baby. I’m going to make you fucking crave it.”

He crouches down behind me. “Lift your foot.”

I don’t even question it. I lift my left foot, supporting myself on a shaky leg, and he slides the thong off my heel. Then he taps my other leg, and I shift my weight. He stands and holds the black lace up in front of my face in the mirror, then pockets it.

“You’re not getting these back either. I’m going to jack off all over these panties before the ceremony tomorrow to tide me over until I can finally have the real thing.” He smooths my dress down over my hips with both hands, then spanks my ass. “Don’t clean yourself. You’re going to go back to that table and sit there with my cum covering you.”

He presses his mouth against my ear. “Thanks for dessert, baby.”

He unlocks the door and checks the hall, then he’s gone. I hear the back door open and close. He’s going to walk around the house and come through the front like he was on a phone call. He’s planned every bit of this, and I’m left here with his cum coating my ass, pussy, and thighs now.

I grip the sink and look at myself in the mirror trying to decide how I’m going to make myself look presentable.

I clean up my face as fast as I can. I do my best to touch up my makeup with a couple things that I keep in the drawer of the sink. I can’t do anything about the cum. Knowing Axl, he has some kind of plan to check me for it.

I take three deep breaths and walk back to the dining room.

Axl is already in his seat. He’s nodding while listening to something my father is saying like nothing just happened.

I sit back down in my chair, and I immediately feel him. His cum is pooling on the inside of my dress. Thank God I’m wearing black so no one will see a wet spot. Axl takes a sip of his water and then looks at me across the table.

His mouth tips in a knowing grin. Fucker.

I pick up my refilled wine glass and down it, not bothering to check to see if my mother is watching first.

The wine is warm going down, and I need more of it. I need something to take the edge off of what just happened because I don’t know if I’m going to survive a year of belonging to Axl Hollister.

Axl’s parents rise from their seats, and Axl does the same. He follows his parents as my mother goes to walk them out. He doesn’t look back at me. He doesn’t need to. He’s already won.

My mother returns, and the rest of their guests follow them out of the dining room. I don’t know if they’re leaving or what anyone is doing. I can’t think or move. I stay behind at the table with Justin.