“Sometimes, it can take days for them to respond,” he said.
That was not what I wanted to hear. I could possibly wait five minutes but definitely not days. “Let’s hope we’re lucky,” I said.
Our first bid was answered immediately, much to Jake’s surprise and to my relief. We’d agreed to be in costume in twenty minutes, Jake as the Devil and me as his slave.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll be a good master.”
I gave him a wry smile. “I hope not.”
I’d never had sex on camera before. But with the silk hood covering my face—two small slits for my eyes and one for my mouth—I had no inhibitions. Even if I’d had any, there wouldn’t have been anything I could have done about it. Jake, My Master, was in control.
The chains draped over his shoulders were tied around my ankles. With streaks of wax and mud smeared across his chiseled chest, he stood over me, peering down at me through his devil mask.
I cowered against the wall, gripping the loose-fitting ragged T-shirt he’d given me which, along with the hood covering my face, made up my slave girl costume. “Please,” I begged him, “let me go.”
He slipped off his boxers and took his long stiff cock in his hand. “Not before you get what’s coming to you.” He yanked on the chain, and I was pulled across the mattress toward him.
I tried to kick him, but he caught my leg and pulled it to the side, my snatch now exposed only inches from his throbbing shaft. “But I’ve been good,” I said.
He laughed, a deep growling laugh. “We’ll change that.” He pounced on me, grabbed my shirt, and ripped it open. I tried to fight back, flailing fists against his chest. “Ah, we’ve got a feisty one.” He ripped the sleeve off my shirt, wrapped it around my wrists, and tied it tight. Then with surprising strength, he pulled me up onto my knees, my binds clenched in his fist.
“You ready to make a deal with the devil? Suck me off good and I’ll let you go.” He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me toward his stiff cock which he slid into the mouth slit of my hood.
I took him in my mouth. He was too big to take completely, but with his hand on the back of my head, I had no other choice.
He rocked his hips, and I could feel the power of his thrusts. I began to gush in anticipation of what he would do to me then he pulled away.
The hood had shifted such that I couldn’t see him anymore. But I heard the rattling of the chains then felt them on my back then under my arms. I was able to move my hands enough to straighten the hood. Even though the light was bright on us, he was standing so near to me that all I saw was his bulging bicep and the silver chain that ran between his carved pecs.
He pulled me closer still. His thick hard cock pressed against my bosom.
“You said you would let me go,” I said meekly.
“I lied.”
The chains tightened around my back and arms. And, with one swift movement, my legs were yanked apart and I was flung down onto the mattress.
I let out a reflexive yelp.
He laughed. “You wanna scream? I’ll give you something to scream about.”
He was on top of me. Through the slits in the silk covering my face, I could see only hints of his devil mask, the chains, and his muscular chest and arms. The bright light behind him further confused the glimpses I was able to steal.
I felt the tip of his hard cock against my wet snatch. I closed my eyes. “Please,” I called out.
“Please what?” he said menacingly. “Please fuck me senseless?” He laughed.
“Please let me go,” I begged.
He seized me by the waist. “I’m the master! You don’t give the orders, here!”
If I could, the only order I would have given would have been “Take me. Take me now.”
I had no need to give the command. He slid his hard shaft into my wet snatch. I threw my head back and screamed, partly for the camera and partly from the surprise at how thick and long he was.
He pumped and thrust, his hips smacking against mine, his bare chest lightly brushing against my heaving breasts. Then he seized the chains that bound us together, and he pulled me up while he pivoted to sit on the mattress.
I was on top of him, wrapped in chains that he held in his clenched fists. He bucked and pulled me closer to him, entering me even deeper still.
I threw my head back—the only part of my body I had any agency over—and I moaned. The T-shirt I was wearing fell to my waist in tatters, leaving my breasts exposed.