Devil's Pawn (Devil's Pawn Duet 1)

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Jericho

I need to fuck this woman. I need to do it now.

Dex drives us home. I step out of the car, lifting her and carrying her into the house. Once inside I set her down and drop her shoes to the floor. I turn her to me as she adjusts the dress to keep it up. With the button undone it wants to slide to her waist, as it is designed.

I wrap one arm around her lower back and tug her to me while with the other I free the confines of her hair, weaving my fingers into it and tugging her head back to kiss her mouth.

She presses her hands to my chest, making a sound before I swallow it, her mouth open to me, her tongue warm. I grind my cock against her belly, hard against soft, and lift her. I’m aware of the tattoo that runs the length of her spine, so I haul her over my shoulder to carry her to my bed. Once in my room, I lock the door and set her on her feet.

Isabelle stumbles backward two steps.

I watch her as I unbutton my shirt and drag it off. Her gaze shifts to my chest, my shoulders. I stalk toward her, and she looks around for her escape.

There is none.

Pushing my hand into the neck of the dress I tug, tearing it enough that the silk slips to the floor. She’s naked beneath. I look her over, take in the small, rounded breasts, nipples puckered, see the slit of her shaved sex.

I walk to the bed, pull the covers off to expose the pristine white sheets all the better to collect her virgin blood. Tucked beneath the mattress are the restraints I draw out, ready to use.

“Come here,” I tell her.

Her eyes are on those leather restraints on the four corners of the bed and with a wary glance, she walks toward me.

“Kneel in the middle of the bed facing the headboard.”

“Jericho—”

“Do as I say.”

She hesitates, then climbs up. I don’t help her. I just watch. And once she’s there, I take the wrist closest to me, stretch it to the first restraint and bind her, leaving her to rest on her elbow as she waits for me to bind the other wrist.

I move behind her to look at her on her knees, arms spread wide, and I draw the first ankle restraint toward the middle of the bed and bind one ankle, then the other, stretching her legs wide but keeping her on her knees.

“Head down and keep your ass up.”

She cranes her neck to look back at me.

“Do it, Isabelle.”

Her face burns red, and she turns away before raising her ass high, back deeply arched, knees spread wide by the restraints so all of her is on display.

It’s lewd. Filthy. And before my eyes her pussy begins to glisten and leak down the inside of one thigh.

I’m tempted to take a seat and watch, just watch but I’m so fucking hard I can barely control myself.

“Stay just like that,” I tell her. Standing behind her to strip off the rest of my clothes before closing my hands around her thighs and bringing my nose to her.

She gasps as I draw in a deep inhale, taking in her scent, then lick her pussy to ass and back.

Isabelle whimpers and I settle on my knees behind her, looking at my mark on her arched back, the single tail of the twin serpents disappearing inside the crease of her ass. And fuck it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I should extend it to her asshole, I think. Maybe I will yet.

“You want this,” I tell her, dipping two fingers of one hand inside her before sliding them to her clit.

“No, I…”