Running With Devils

Twenty-Eight

I just looked at her, disappointment filling my chest.

"Hm," I said thoughtfully, rubbing my chin. It was almost time for me to shave this down and tame it. "No."

Her eyes shut tiredly. "Please—"

"Believe it or not, Coralynn," I said coldly. "We're doing this for you. He's not who you think he is—"

"How do I know you aren't lying," she asked,  eyes opening again with a new found sharpness.

"It doesn't matter. You're not going to see him," I said.

"Not even with supervision," she asked. "Please—"

"The answer is no," I growled, cutting her off.

She glared at me, making herself as tall as she could in an attempt to show her strength. The only effect it had was that it made my dick harder than it already was when she walked in the room.

There was nothing I loved more than an independent female who thought she knew what it meant to get what she wanted. I loved meeting their wills head on.

"Tell me what I need to do to change your mind," she spoke softly, hand reaching up to touch my jaw.

Goddamn it, peaches. You can't just slither out of this mess with a bat of your lashes this time.

I had to fight like hell not to let the way her fingers traced my face sway me from my position.

"What are you up to," I asked, voice low and filled with warning.

"Just looking," she said innocently.

Aha. The idea came to me like a bullet to the head. I gripped her wrist, yanking her hand away from my face.

"Hands off," I growled. "If you want to play, you will follow every instruction to a 't'. Do I make myself clear?"

The witch's throat bobbed. "Okay," she answered quietly.

"Take your clothes off and get on the bed," I ordered.

She did as I instructed without a word. Naked and unafraid— a creature made for pure seduction. This was her domain. I was just an outsider looking in.

I would have to remedy that power imbalance. This was a lesson she'd learn better on her back with my hand around her throat and screaming until her vocal chords were raw with the intensity in which she begged.

I watched her hips as she moved torturously slow towards the bed. My eyes glazed as she laid back, legs spreading without me even giving the order.

So perfect. Those tits. Those thighs. That pussy. All of her.

She knew how decisive that move was— the last of the blood in my brain rushing straight to my cock. I unbuckled my belt, stepping towards the bed.

"Hands," I breathed.

Once again, she was the picture of perfect innocence as she gave me her hands. I took care to bind them tight. I watched her teeth chew her bottom lip.

"No princess treatment today," I mumbled, tightening the belt hard enough to draw a sharp breath from her. "You're gonna take my cock like the good little slut you are. Isn't that right, peaches?"

Her eyes fluttered shut as she nodded. "Yes."

I finally let a slight curve appear on my lips. I slid my palm over the softness of her body until it was firmly gripping the swell of her breast. Her back arched, pushing it further into my hand.

"Yea. That's right," I chuckled. "You've been starved for too long. You need to feel a man between your legs. I mean, look at you so willing and docile."