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I stand still, waiting for him to look at me. It shouldn't affect me, or I shouldn't make a big deal about it, but his reactions create curiosity in my head, slowly crushing my confidence.
"Go," he finally looks at me but with sharp eyes. Ethan leaves the door open and walks to his room. "Don't forget to lock it when you leave."
I groan when he passes by me. "Asshole," I mutter before dashing out of the house.
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Gabriel
A baby.I wash my face with hot water, hoping to wash away the memory of Sasha Belov's face. I look at my reflection in the mirror, but I can still see her face through my eyes. I watched her since she came – even before that. Sasha's face should not have any effect on me. But now that we're on the same ground, when she's only a few meters from me, everything I planned vanishes with just a few flutters in my heart.
I glance down at the hand she had held. Everything is going according to plan. I knew Sasha would be taken in by my fabricated story of sorrow. She grew up surrounded by criminals, her father being the worst. Another broken soul with a criminal past would not make a difference to her. A pitiful man who shared her longing for companionship would be the perfect bait. But I did not expect a spell to fall on me.
Her genuine compassion stirred something inside me, momentarily subduing the demon that lurked within. I can't let her do that. I have to be a demon – the evil incarnate – to bring justice to the Lucifer who made me who I am.
"Is something wrong?" The demon returns and puts a wicked smile across my face. I turn around and find Anya Silts standing at the door, wearing an improvised catsuit. It doesn't have a chest and crotch cover, exposing her tits and cunt to me. "Do I have to wait a little more, Master?"
Master.My wicked smile turns eviler. Yes. I should be the gentle Ethan Mullin to Sasha, but I shouldn't forget who I am – the evil Gabriel Petrovich.
“Get on the bed,” I order while taking off my shirt. Anya looks at my body and smiles.
I look at my reflection again and remember Sasha’s eyes when she stared at me through the glass window.A baby?No. Sasha is a woman who looked at my physique with desire. She spent more time looking at my face and listening to me, but her eyes didn't deny her attraction to my body. Maybe if I flaunt more of my muscles to her, she'll give in to lust and draw closer to me quicker than expected.
“Are you coming?” Anya calls from the other room.
Focus, Gabriel!I have to stop thinking about Sasha and try to keep the demon in me.
I walk out of the bathroom and find Anya on the bed. She has managed to cuff her legs to the lower bed posts. She points to a small table near the bed. “I prepared the toys for you, Master.”
Her eyes twinkle as I walk closer to the table. A vibrator, different kinds of dildos, floggers, and ropes fill the surface. They are all her favorite toys. Not mine. If it were mine, a whip would be on the table and, of course, my favorite.
“Gabriel, no!” Anya slams her hands on the bed.
"It's this, or you'll get nothing," I say while showing her the vacuum pumps. It's a good toy for pain and pleasure.
I look at the suction cups. Will Sasha love them? It'll be interesting to fit the cups on her pussy. Her nipples. Will they look lovely in the dark shade of pink while the cups suck them hard? They say women with big boobs have small nipples. Maybe it'll help swell hers. So, I can roll my tongue around them well. Yes. I will make her love my favorite toy until she hates it.
“Fuck you,” Anya mutters but lays flat on the bed. I walk closer and raise her upper body to a slouching position. Anya frowns as I cuff her hands on the posts. “Gabriel, please. You know I hate that thing.”
I lock her ankles tighter on the bottom corners of the bed and laugh. “Liar. You always love it in the end.”
Anya cries when I slap one of her boobs. She bites her lips and raises her chest to offer the other. She wriggles on the bed as I increase the pain.Pain.Will Sasha like it, too? Fuck! I don't want her to like it. I want her to cry helplessly to make me stop. I want her to be crazy from everything I do to her. But then, I need to make her fall in love with it and make her regret it.
“I’m ready,” Anya declares after her nipples swell from my slaps.
I plug in the sucking machine and place suction cups on her tits. She mums her lips tight as I turn on the vacuum. Anya cries a little; I rejoice while watching the tiny cup suck her areola. She weeps louder when I turn on the suction cup on her other breast. She wriggles on the stack of pillows as the pressure on the cups strengthen. I pull her head up and calm her with a deep kiss.
“Not there,” Anya begs as I slide away from her face. I chuckle and flick one of the suction cups. Her boobs jiggle, causing the cups to suck her nipples more. “Gabriel,” she calls as I climb between her legs.
Anya calls me again when I spread her folds and reveal her clit. She shakes and moans when I spit on her slit to lubricate her clit. "Just this?" I tease while rubbing the nub. Anya replies with a nod. "Never," I laugh. She stops moving and glares at me.
The clanking sounds of the chains echo in the small room as she resists the clit suction cup. I understand why she hates it. The pain and pressure are more extreme. Her boobs are semi-fake; her nerves can’t feel the suction that much. But her clit is natural. Nothing will block the pain.
Anya's hips rise as I force the suction cup on the clit. I slap her boob as a warning to stop moving. She cries as the pain in her tits increases. I turn on the vacuum; her clit pushes into the clear cup. The pinkish nub turns dark as the pressure increases. Anya twists her hands on the chains to divert the pain. I let the vacuum suck her clit until she screams, "Red!"
I release the vacuum to release her clit. Her hips roll hard as her nerves escape the pressure. Before she can calm down, I force her body back to the bed and return the suction cup to her clit. Anya shakes her head, but I ignore her and turn on the vacuum. When she hits her limit, I turn off the vacuum and leave the cup on her clit.
"Fuck you," Anya curses while writhing to the pumping of her clit against the pressure. I descend from the bed and watch her get used to the sensation. She stops crying and looks at me with delight. I usually distract her from pain by playing with my cock in front of her. But as I say, I'm not in the mood to have sex with her. "What? Where are you going?"
