Page 9 of Demonic Delights

“Not today. And I told you not to call me that.”

I want to encourage him to act on my disobedience, my thoughts straying to the under-bed storage upstairs, hiding long-unused handcuffs, floggers and even a cane in case he felt particularly unforgiving. But I don’t get a chance.

As opposed to pushing his cock inside me, he grabs my hips, the sides of my ass resting comfortably in his oversized hands. And then, abruptly, he jerks me forward, making my pussy tear along his length, ecstasy cutting through my clit like a sharp knife until he bottoms out, hitting my cervix with the force of a falling hammer. My inner walls spasm as they stretch around him impossibly tight and—just as he wanted—I scream.

“How are you doing this?” I gasp as he rolls his hips around, the pressure on my G-spot increasing and decreasing rhythmically like a maddening heartbeat.

I’m tempted to point out how much bigger his cock feels, but don’t, scared he’d take offence at the implication that its size was ever insufficient. Which, in all fairness, it wasn’t. But why can I feel him so much more acutely just now?

“Why are you still talking?” he snarls, holding me firmly in position, but swaying backwards on the balls of his heels so that his hips are inching away from mine slowly.

He slides out of me until only his tip remains inside, and the unhurried caress of his departing dick has my pussy throbbing with uncontrollable need. With barely more than an inch of his shaft wedged between the lips of my cunt, he straightens up, increasing the pressure tenfold. He sways in a way that’s almost imperceptible to the eye, but that torments me without mercy, until he has me trembling, tears stinging in my eyes.

“Oh fuuuck,” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck ...”

“More words,” he rumbles, complainingly, and his right hand leaves the fleshy part of my hip only to collide with it sharply in a resounding smack a moment later.

I yelp, my skin stinging from the impact, but the pained sound quickly morphs into an ecstatic one as he drives into me so forcefully that the table with me on it slides away from him, scraping the floor in a loud, unpleasant screech. I yell at the violent slash of bliss that slices through my whole body. And then at the brutal impact of Silas’s left hand this time when it strikes the side of my ass, the sting of it sinking deep into my flesh.

My eyes are watering not just with the potent mix of pain and pleasure, but with all the smoke that’s slowly filling up the room. Silas picks up his tempo, pumping in and out of me, knocking the table forward a few paces each time, and accompanying every one of his thrusts with an unforgiving spank until my skin is bright red and I am panting hard just to cope. His ministrations are almost intolerably painful, but so is the searing joy that’s eating away at every single one of my cells. I collapse on my back, hitting my head with a loud thud. I tug at my hair and cover my face with my palms, and when I take them away, they’re black from the mixture of my tears and smeared mascara.

I feel like a ravaged, depraved mess, stripped of all dignity and beyond ready to beg him for the release that is the only thing that can save me from going completely insane.

“Make me come,” I plead with him, nearly sobbing. “Daddy, please, let me come. I need it so badly.”

He chuckles, the crooked smirk on his face diabolical. “Not yet, dark darling,” he drones. “Not yet.”

I have no time to dwell on his surprising new pet name for me. Because he slides out of me and steps back, my arousal instantly cooling down on my exposed folds, tender from being rubbed raw and swollen with desire.

I want to protest, but before I manage to form any words, he instructs me in a stern, uncompromising tone of voice, “Turn around and bend over the table.”

I bite my lip, overcome with ice-cold exhilaration.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Roxana. I wasn’t asking.”

Grinning, I obey, the tendons at the back of my thighs stretching and my skin tingling with anticipation as I flatten my breasts against the smooth surface.

“Legs further apart,” a commanding rasp sounds from behind me, and I do as I’m told.

Silas steps closer until his cock presses flat against the slick crevice that throbs urgently at the contact. The hard length reaches way past the point where my ass cheeks meet to just barely hide my other, more indecent entrance. That threatening proximity tempts me, making me want to take a step back and have him breach it.

“Grab the edge of the table and hold on to it.”

I reach out my arms and do just that, my knuckles turning white and my heart hammering in my ears. I vaguely note that wisps of dark smoke are now swirling about the room.

As if intuiting the direction of my earlier thoughts, Silas lays his hand horizontally across my rear and spreads my cheeks apart with a guttural, puzzling ‘hmm’.

I let out a strangled, indeterminate noise, unsure whether it’s a protest or a permission that I want to express that way. But in any case, Silas doesn’t wait for either. I hear a wet plop as he coats his fingers with spit in his mouth, and then, soon after, my yelp bounces off the walls as he plunges two fingers in my ass at the same time as the tip of his cock drives deep into me like a battering ram.

“Fuck, Silas!” I cry out.

He pounds into me again and again, forcefully, plundering me with his fingers at the same time.

“More ... fucking ... words,” he growls in between thrusts.

I only wail in response, scorching heat rapidly swelling deep within my body, ecstasy tightening around me like a noose. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, but even that does nothing to stifle the raptured screech that’s continuously tearing up my throat.

Silas’s spare hand finds my hair to fist it tightly. He lifts my head up, and the heat of his large, strong body envelops me as he bends over me. His breath tickles me when he whispers into the shell of my ear, “You keep wanting to call me ‘Daddy’, but you don’t want me to fuck you like one, do you? You don’t want to be taken care of. Being ruined is what you crave. And that’s what you’ll get.”