I could endure anything to survive the contract I made with the devil. I was strong enough to beg him for his depraved darkness and give my body to him. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on anything but the pain. It didn’t work. I felt each agonizing inch until his entire length was inside me. My whimpers didn’t slow him down, nor did he seem to have any regard for my discomfort.
“Beg!” He leaned forward and growled in my ear.
“Please…” I squealed as I felt him pull back and thrust. “Please fuck me…”
He got his wish. My lips begged for him to hurt me and betrayed the voice inside me that wanted to beg him to stop. The thrusts started to get faster. Every time he slammed into me I wanted to scream. That probably would have made him happy, but I bit down on my tongue and just endured the depths of his depraved lust.
But, somewhere in the depths—a new feeling emerged.
The pain began to fade, almost like it did when he took my virginity and I felt pleasure surge through my body for the first. The pleasure wasn’t as intense. It was muted within me, but it was there. The vibrations were starting to echo inside my pussy and tease the parts of that normally roared with pleasure when he was inside me. It felt—good, but in a strange way.
“Oh god…” I felt the whimper in my throat turn into a moan.
“I bet you thought I just intended to hurt you tonight.” He chuckled and gave me a harder thrust. “I’m going to fuck your ass until you cum—then you’re going to beg me for more.”
Was that even possible? The pleasure wasn’t intense enough to bring me to climax. It was just a tease. His thrusts kept coming. My body was hammered and ravaged by his cock. I felt it start to throb inside me. The pain was gone, but there wasn’t enough pleasure for what he was trying to do. I closed my eyes and tried to grab onto the small semblance of bliss—the one that begged to be awakened. I needed—harder—that was the only way I was going to able to get the trip to paradise my body was begging for.
“Please, Master.” I threw my head back. “Please fuck me harder!”
Those words were enough. He started to slam into me so hard that my body was propelled forward with every thrust. The bed sounded like it was going to crack and be turned into splinters. The pleasure inside me got stronger—and stronger—then my moans turned into gasps of pure bliss. The pressure that normally built before I felt the orgasm surge through me began to swell. He was going to do it—he was going to make me come again, from this…
“Please—harder, Master.” My mouth opened wide and a primal scream echoed in the room.
The thrusts got even harder—and I didn’t realize that was possible, despite begging for them. The pressure got more intense. My muscles squeezed so tight that my joints just completely locked up. I felt the pressure build—and build—then it began to release. Another scream rushed from my lips as I started to orgasm. I felt my whole body jerking in the bed, spasming underneath him. His cock throbbed—pulsated—and then he began to erupt inside my ass. His seed filled me and provided more lubrication for the final few thrusts that kept the orgasm going as long as possible.
“Holy shit.” I slumped forward, feeling the exhaustion consume me.
“Maybe now you’ll learn to beg without questioning everything I ask you to do.” He dropped down on the mattress beside me.
“Yes, Master.” I muttered, but my lips barely moved.
There was a buzzing sound that I thought was in my head for a second until I realized it was Devlin’s cell phone in his pants on the floor. He sat up and grabbed it. I was so tired that I barely heard what he was saying, but I heard him say my name—that made me blink away the fog. I turned my head towards him and he immediately pulled the phone away from his ear.
“I have to take this in the other room.” He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’ll be right back.”
What was he saying about me?
Devlin left his bedroom and I sat up on the edge of the bed. I leaned forward until I saw him disappear into one of the rooms at the end of the hallway. I knew I shouldn’t follow him, but I wanted to know why he was discussing me with someone else. A part of me felt like I had a right to know, and that part of me gave me the strength to ignore my exhaustion and walk down the hallway. He didn’t push the door completely closed, so I was able to lean against the wall and listen to his conversation.