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“You want my fingers up your ass again?” he taunts, my body already telling him everything he needs to know. His tongue replaces his finger, its devilish tip pushing into my pussy, then withdrawing to slide forward to my clit and then back again. “But this time I’ve got something much better for you.”
He repeats the tongue-fucking and then lapping, quicker this time, and then quicker, bringing me dangerously close to the edge. My hand grips tighter to the banister post, the other one scratching the stairs above of me. The harness tugs me back, not letting me run away from the pleasure, but the friction parts the sides of my robe, exposing my naked breasts to the wooden stairs. It adds to the sensation of being perverted to enjoy a vile god’s abuse. He’s seeping into my veins, rendering me an entranced worshiper. He pushes his finger just a little into my pucker, pressing me downward, and I’m lost.
He laughs into my pussy as I gyrate like a devil’s concubine, seeking to leave my cum all over that powerful jaw. My own way of marking him. My eyes roll back in their sockets and I release a long cry, saliva flying around the leather. My face heats up to dangerous levels, both my hands now thrashing and clawing to the stairs as that pool of forbidden delight shatters my body.
Moments later, I’m trickling down the stairs, my body convulsing in the aftershocks of my orgasm. Sade’s chuckle is a homage to his name, sadistic, as he carefully removes his belt from around my head.
“Look how you dented the leather,” he rumbles, holding it in front of me as I lie with my cheek on a step. It feels blissfully cold under my heated, sweaty face.
The next thing I see in front of my eyes is his boot and, for a moment, I wonder if this is what it’s come to. Me, stranded at the masked man’s feet after he used my body not for his own pleasure, but mine. Enslaving me more than he would have if he’d raped me with his dick.
“You had your fun, and there’s plenty more where that came from. Be a good girl, and I’ll let you have it. But first, we need to get out of here, so the guards won’t find us. Turns out, you were too loud, after all.”
Losing a bet I never made.
I’m nothing but a limp mass of residual pleasure, still convulsing when he reaches down, and rolls me on my back. Arms made of solid muscle find their way beneath me and lift me up, the silk robe falling to my sides, exposing my naked breasts. It must look like a silky river of red falling off a body that’s being brought as an offering to a dark god.
The masked Sade groans and, for a moment, it actually sounds human. He lifts my body up to his mouth as if I were nothing but a feather, and that incredible mouth closes around one of my puckered nipples. My lips part as I suck in a breath, my chest instinctively arching up. He groans into my flesh, licking, then sucking almost half of my breast into his mouth. He feasts on it and then on the other, making sounds that stroke all of my nerve endings. My clit throbs, begging to feel him, no matter what part of him.
I squirm in his arms that tighten around me, cradling me slowly up the stairs. I grab his head in my hands, my fingers hooking into his mask, pushing my tits into his face. Oh, how I’ve dreamt of this, of him kissing my body. Not in a worshiping way–in my fantasies, I was the one who did that to him–but in a ravenous manner. I wanted to be consumed by him.
Grandma used to say that the road to hell is paved not only with good intentions but also with wicked pleasures. It’s how the devil lures his victims. Turns out she was right. Here I am, a willing servant to this beautifully scarred man.
My hands slide to the front of his mask, my fingers going for the bottom of it that is now folded over his nose, wanting to remove it, to see that scarred face. Trace it with my finger and ask him how it happened. Word at the mansion has it that it was during a brutal training day as a child.
But those eyes shoot up at me, and I freeze mid-motion.
In the semi-darkness, they look even redder than usual. As if blood seeped into his irises.
“Don’t.” His voice is gruff. Not angry, but hurt. As if I wanted a peek at something ugly that he prefers to keep hidden. I open my mouth to tell him what I intended, but he stops me this time, too.
“I’m the one baring your soul tonight, little poet. Don’t think you can reverse roles.”
“Baring souls? Is that what we’re doing?” My voice is a mere whisper that keeps his eyes connected to mine for what could be seconds or minutes. Time ceases to exist until a loud noise reaches us from downstairs. Our heads whip in its direction at the same time.
Voices mingle with each other, faint at first, careful, and then louder as beams of light come searching from the ground floor, licking the walls and the banister. My heart shrinks inside my chest.
But when I look at Sade I find him grinning, exposing teeth that look ready to tear into flesh.
“I told you you were too loud,” he says quietly. “Now I’m gonna have to end them.” His eyes drag to me again.
And there he is. The boy who saw dreadful things that twisted his young mind. The boy Sade Royales was before he became a monster in order to cope with a reality that no human should have to face. Now, he’s capable of things that make him deadly to other men, definitely to those stomping up the stairs, getting closer to us by the second.
“Please,” I let out in a shaky whisper, grabbing his shoulders. “You didn’t come here for them tonight. You came for me. Take me, do whatever you want with me, but leave them alone.”
The guards’ steps turn louder, their voices too, certain they’re onto something. Of course, they must have found the roses and the burnt paper on the ground floor.
“Whatever I want?” he drawls, my heart pounding like crazy. Those men are going to reach us within minutes. “That’s a bold offer. Don’t you want to think it over?”
My head whips from the stairs to him, expecting the guards to appear any second at the bottom of the flight. We’re on the second floor now, and there’s only one place to go–the attic.
“I’m sure.” I look anxiously over his shoulder. “Quickly. I know where we can go.”
