Running With Devils

Twenty-Eight

She squirmed on the bed, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Her body was humming as I forced her legs wider apart until her thighs were pressed into the sheets.

"This pussy is mine until I say otherwise, Coralynn. You do not cum until I tell you to cum. Do you understand?"

She nodded. Her lack of response made my anger flare. Before I knew it, my hand was gripping her throat and squeezing.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Ye—yes," she choked out.

"Yes, what," I urged darkly.

"Yes, sir— ngh!"

I loosened my grip, patting her cheek mockingly. "Good girl," I breathed. "Keep those legs wide. Let's see what I'm working with."

I palmed her firmly, fingers gliding downward over her slickened cunt. She wet her lips, eyes shutting as she nibbled on her lower lip again. I couldn't stop the chuckle.

"It doesn't take much to make you a sopping mess, does it," I said in amusement. "Fuck, did you walk in with this thing dripping?"

"No," she swallowed.

I flicked her slit hard drawing a gasping moan.

"No, what, peaches," I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Fu— No, sir."

"I can smell the lie," I sighed, reaching down and massaging myself. It didn't take much to get the fucker up before I finally undid the button and unzipped my jeans. "Fess up and I may just have mercy."

Her jaw tightened, eyes becoming like endless voids.

"I didn't come for mercy."

That right there was what did me in. The corner of my lips kicked up.

"Hell yea," I grinned. "Saddle up, peaches. Let's ride."

Whipping off my shirt, I found my place between her legs. I slid my cock over those silken folds, wetting it with her excitement. Her hips bucked up, but I quickly subdued her with a firm hand.

"Easy now," I breathed.  "Remember who's in charge here."

I kept teasing her, earning more desperate moans as I moved faster and harder. The burning pressure around my cock made every nerve ending spark. I made damn sure to grind into her hardened clit, her breaths were short and melodic. They rose in pitch with each torturous stroke.

I wanted to drive this woman to madness right along with me.

"Beg for it," I grunted. "Beg for my cock, peaches."

She cried out in ecstasy, head pressing back into the bed as her legs wrapped around my hips. She was a goddamned mastermind.

"Say it," I snarled. "I want to hear you fucking tell me what you want."

"Oh, fuck, Des," she whimpered. "I need it. I need your dick right now—"

That was all I needed to hear before I was buried balls deep in her tight little cunt. She nearly bent in half with how her back arched, her scream was raw and cracked.

Maybe this did make me feel better.

There was no restraint— no safety. Just me and her and a battle for dominance. It was a game of chicken. The first to balk would be the first to be leashed.

I was no lap dog. I would never  bow for anyone but Mal and the Morningstar. If she wanted me as her new pet, she'd have to work for it.

And I'd make sure she fucking worked for it.

The witch's inner walls hugged me firmly, squeezing my cock like it was a god damn ketchup bottle and she was looking to get the last bits of it out.

"Don't you dare cum," I grunted, my pace becoming uneven to throw off her body. "I didn't say you could cum."

She whined loudly. "Fucking hell," she groaned. "Give me something—"

"You don't deserve anything. Have you forgotten why I'm so pissed in the first place," I asked breathlessly.

She needed less control right now. She was getting too brazen. So I ripped her legs from around me, lifting her hips so that they rested on my thighs. And I pounded into her recklessly, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Whenever I felt she started spasming around me, I pulled nearly all the way out. I would wait for that pleasure to recede, just enough that she squirmed. Then I'd ram into her again, listening to her sweet cries of absolute pleasure.

My cock was on its last legs, pulsing with pending release.

"How bad do you want to cum, Coralynn," I panted hard.

She looked up at me, eyes still fierce. Her chest heaving with breath. "I don't care either way."

Wrong answer.

She said it to piss me off. She said it to force my hand.

A nearly manic laugh erupted from me. "You're gonna make breaking you so much fun, peaches."

I pinned her arms above her head, burying my face into her neck and fucking her relentlessly, and she fucked me back— our bodies colliding with fury and hatred.

She was fucking me with every drop of loathing she had in her body.

"Fuck," I groaned into her skin, acutely aware that I was teetering on the edge of cumming. But if I was going down, I'd take her with me. "Consider this punishment for the shit you pulled today."

Then I pulled out, her cry of disappointment was the only victory I'd be receiving. Before the tension could leave, I gripped her throat to hold her down. With my other hand, I pumped myself furiously until I finally reached ecstacy.

She moaned loudly as I showered her.

"Oh, god," she breathed, lips parting to accept the gift.

"That's it, peaches. Drink up," I mumbled, squeezing every last drop onto her glistening skin. Then I undid the belt from her wrists. "I can imagine you know how to finish yourself?"

She just laid there, eyes shut and breathing fast. Her tongue ran across her lips, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"Nope," she said, laughing lazily. "Don't need it. I didn't come here for myself. I figured if you're going to stay mad, you could stay mad balls deep in me. Thought it would make you feel a little better since you're feeling so insecure about your authority."

She got up from the bed, picked up her clothes, and without even dressing herself, strolled victoriously out of the room.

What in the actual fuck?