Devil’s Toy

by Starling, Isabella

  My finger ghosted over her cupid’s bow, feeling the tender skin there and brushing against her smooth porcelain skin.

  “You’re so pretty, Violet,” I muttered, and she leaned into my touch as if those words were exactly what she needed to hear. “I can’t ever get enough of looking at you…”

  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered. “I want to look good for you.”

  “You don’t even have to try,” I growled in response. “You’re always so fucking perfect for me, princess. Exactly what I want. What I’ve been craving all along.”

  “Fuck me,” she managed, and when my eyes met hers, she looked embarrassed by her slip.

  “Already begging for cock?” I asked tenderly, my fingers brushing her skin gently. “You’re so very desperate, aren’t you princess?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, arching her back as my fingers trailed a line down her neck, over her décolletage and down between her exposed tits.

  “Tell me I own you,” I ordered. “Tell me every inch of this body, every hole you have, every whisper you mutter, is for me, and for me only.”

  “It’s for you,” she breathed. “Everything I do, everything I am, it’s all for you, Master.”

  “I want to use you,” I told her openly. “I want to see you suffer a little. Tell me you want it, princess. Tell me you’ll give me what I want.”

  “I will.” Her pupils dilated as she stared at me, her mouth open in a silent gasp as she stared into my eyes. “I’ll give you everything you want, I promise, Master.”

  “Better prove that you aren’t lying, princess,” I said next. “Put your money where your mouth is.”

  “How?” she asked softly. “Let me prove it to you, Dev-Master. I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

  It was intoxicating, watching her slip into the submissive role she’d always meant to be in. I wanted to corrupt her, ruin her. But at the same time, a deep need to protect her reminded me I would do anything to make her feel safe and loved.

  “You won’t resist me?” I asked her, and she shook her head vehemently. “Good. Then lie on your back on the bed. Spread your legs. Let me see what belongs to me.”

  She obeyed instantly, crawling back on the bed.

  “Panties off,” I warned her, and she gave me the smallest nod before slipping the fabric off her hips, exposing her wet pussy to my hungry eyes. “Fucking beautiful, Violet. So pretty.”

  She opened her legs wide, letting them open wide and show off her pretty lips to me. She leaned back against the headboard, eyes firmly closed as she showed me all her secrets.

  I was on the bed in seconds, grabbing her thighs and forcing them even further apart as she moaned my name. I should have chastised her, but I was too intoxicated by her, taken by her beauty, to argue with the name she’d used for me.

  My lips brushed her inner thigh, and she moaned when I made contact. I sucked a circle into her skin, loving on her pale skin and the intoxicating scent of her wetness.

  “Master,” she whispered. “I’m scared.”

  “Don’t be,” I muttered. “I’ll make it feel so good, princess.”

  She moaned, rolling her hips as my mouth found her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she responded eagerly, fingers finding my hair and wrapping themselves in its dark strands, holding me in place while her hips rocked to find that perfect spot that made her moan louder than ever.

  I relished the taste of her pussy, the feeling, the taste of her on my tongue. I drank her in, filling my mouth with her essence while she moaned her release. I let my stubble rub all over her skin, the roughness combined with my gentle mouth making her get so very close to an orgasm, her fingers dug into my scalp.

  “Please, Master,” she begged openly. “Let me have one, just once, let me come for you…”

  “Come,” I muttered into her folds, and she came apart beneath me, thighs quivering, mouth begging for more as I pushed my tongue into her pussy, tasting the sweet wetness coating her from the inside.

  She was shivering, her body nearly convulsing as her back arched and I brought her to a sweet, sweet release.

  “Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess?” I muttered against her skin, looking up at her to find her flushing deeply. “You’re such a little slut for me, and you can’t even help it.”

  “Please more,” she begged wantonly, apparently not giving a fuck about manners any more. “I need more, Master. I need your cock between my legs…”

  I got up as if on cue, stripping off my suit until I was totally naked, my hard cock throbbing in my right palm.

  “Lie on your belly,” I ordered her. “Push your ass up for me.”

  She mewled, getting herself in the perfect position. I propped a pillow under her navel, making her even more vulnerable to my thrusts. I climbed behind her, aiming my cockhead at her entrance.

  “Beg,” I ordered, and she came apart beneath me, the words spilling from her lips without any further prompting from me.

  “Please, Master,” she whispered needily. “Fill me up, give me your cock, feed it to my pussy, I can’t be without it, I don’t want to spend a single second of my life without you inside me.”

  I pushed in, met by sweet resistance as I plunged in, forcing my cock deeper and deeper between her folds. I groaned out loud, loving the feeling her tight cunt welcomed me home.

  “You feel so good on my cock,” I muttered in her ear. “I can feel you squeezing me… every fucking inch of my cock. Are you going to come on it, princess? Are you going to cover my dick in your sweet cream?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Let me, Devlin… Master! I’m sorry!”

  My fingers wrapped in her hair while my other hand went to her navel, forcing her into a more submissive position so I could drive myself deeper inside her, claim every bit of her hole.

  “What did you call me?” I whispered in her ear. “Have you forgotten my name yet again, princess?”

  “N-No,” she stuttered. “I’m s-sorry, M-Master, I won’t… I won’t do it again.”

  I pulled on her hair and she mewled when her head snapped back, her eyes going to mine above her.

  “You know, I kind of like it,” I whispered in her ear. “I love it when you feel like you’ve done something wrong. It makes you so very eager to obey me the next time, princess… And there will always be a next time.”

  “Fuck me, please,” she begged, ignoring what I’d said. “I can’t wait like this… It’s torture!”

  “Torture?” I tightened my grip on her hair, making her look up at me yet again. “What’s torture, princess? Tell me, in fucking detail. I want to know what ails you.”

  “It’s torture n-not…” she started, taking a deep breath when she felt me throbbing inside her. “Not feeling you fuck me… When you just have your cock in my pussy. I want so much more, Master. I want you to fuck me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to thrust inside me. I want to feel you come in my pussy.”

  “Dirty girl,” I muttered in her ear. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she begged openly. “Oh please, Master… Stop torturing me.”

  “Never,” I growled in response, thrusting just once and making her come apart with whimpers and moans. “You like it like that, princess? You like having my cock all the way inside you?”

  “Yes,” she replied hungrily. “More, Master. Fuck me more.”

  Her begging was incessant, making it impossible for me to resist.

  I started driving my length inside her, fucking her pussy with the patience of a saint. I wanted to come inside her, to coat her pussy with my thick seed, but I also wanted to hold back long enough to see her come apart completely.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, and I sped up my thrust, fucking her into the bed with all my might. “Fuck, Master! Don’t stop, please, I-”

  She was cut off by her own orgasm. In seconds, she went from a wantonly begging whore to a desperate, helpless little toy, coming on my cock time and tim
e again while I drove my cock into her ruthlessly.

  “I don’t have mercy for you, princess,” I whispered in her ear. “I never fucking will. This cunt belongs to me. So does your mouth. So will your ass, soon enough.”

  She doesn’t even know how fucking soon I’m going to pop her last cherry…

  “Please!” she begged, tremors shaking her body, making her quiver beneath me.

  “You don’t even know what you’re asking for, princess,” I growled in response. “You don’t even know what you want. You need your Master to decide for you, don’t you?”

  “Y-Yes,” she stuttered, lost in her own world as I pounded her tightness, driving my rock hard length into her tender, vulnerable pussy again and again. “Please Master, more.”

  “Oh, you’ll get more,” I ground out. “You’ll get more than you can ever handle, princess. And you’re still going to beg for me to take it further, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Oh yes,” I muttered. “I can’t fucking wait to see you break for me. You’re going to look so pretty when you lose the last of your inhibitions.”

  She cried out, but I paid it no mind. She was on her fourth orgasm if I was counting them correctly, with no sign of slowing down anytime soon.

  I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d have to torture her until she gave in to me completely. And she was going to be mine by the end of the night. Truly, irrevocably mine. She’d never say no to me again.

  “Tell me that one’s for me,” I growled in her ear when I saw another orgasm building in her body. “Tell me you’re coming because I like it. Because I told you so. Not because you can. Not because it feels good. Because you’re just following your Master’s orders.”

  “Always,” she whispered. “I’ll always do as you say, I’ll always give you what you want, Master, I’ll always come when you tell me to… Fuck! Please!”

  “No!” I growled. “Fucking come again. Don’t you dare stop.”

  Her body started shaking and I had to hold her in place while a final orgasm rocked her. She let out a whimper that soon turned into a sob, and I grabbed her throat, making her look up at me again. Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she’d been crying, and a single tear slipped down her cheek as we watched one another.

  “Good girl,” I told her gently. “Now ride my cock.”

  I let go of her, her shaking, vulnerable body tumbling to the bed. She put her weight on her elbows as her ass started working me, her pussy going up and down my shaft and making me groan out loud.

  “Princess,” I muttered. “You’re the best little slut out there, you know that?”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, speeding up her pace. “Fuck your cum into me, please!”

  I was so close, and her words only made matters worse as I drove myself into her again and again.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” I whispered in her ear. “Feels so fucking good to submit to the man who owns you, princess. Tell me this cunt is mine.”

  “Yours,” she whispered, her voice throaty as she sank down on my cock one last time.

  I groaned, feeling my release rushing out of me and coating her insides.

  She felt it too, looking over her shoulder and smirking at me while I came.

  “Filthy little thing,” I said, grabbing her ass and thrusting into her one last time. “Filthy little princess.”

  Nine

  Violet

  “You belong to me, Violet.” Devlin grabbed my hair and jerked my head back until I was staring into his eyes. “Say it.”

  “I—I belong to you, Master.” I exhaled sharply as I felt the pain in my scalp.

  I wasn’t sure what I had done to flip the switch inside Devlin. I felt like I was being punished for something I didn’t do. Surely an offhanded comment about romance wasn’t enough to earn the devil’s wrath. I sensed that there was something else going—some sort of frustration—and I was the one who was being tormented for it.

  “Get on the bed.” Devlin shoved me towards the mattress.

  “Yes, Master.” I nodded and obeyed—what else could I do?

  “Your body belongs to me, whenever I want it—however I want it.” There was a growl that accompanied his words.

  “Yes Master.” I nodded again.

  “We have a deal—a deal I intend to honor.” He grabbed the front of my thigh and let his finger brush against my clit. “Your part of this deal is simple—you are mine.”

  He had treated me with kindness. I had lost focus of who he was—I let myself linger in the gestures. He bought my family home, he took me to see my father—he comforted me when I was hurting. But we were two people bound together by a contract. I couldn’t forget that.

  Those moments were special, but they were just glimpses of a reflection I created in my mind. I couldn’t lose sight of who he was or what he truly wanted from me. I was an outlet for his frustration, even if I didn’t cause it. My body was his canvas for pain. It would never be genuinely romantic—to believe otherwise was foolish.

  “You’re going to give me something special tonight, Violet.” His hand moved around to my ass. “Something else that you’ve never given to another man—another part of your body I intend to claim.”

  He slid his hand between my thighs and started to push a finger into my pussy. I wasn’t sure what he meant—he had definitely claimed that—many times. I moaned as his finger went deep inside me and he gave me several thrusts before pulling it free.

  “Do you know what I want from you?” He stroked my pussy lips, spreading my wetness as he did.

  “No, Master.” I shook my head back and forth.

  He slid his finger past my pussy lips and I tensed up when I realized what he meant. I didn’t even have time to process it before I felt his finger start pushing into my ass. I whimpered as his finger started going into my untouched hole.

  “Master—I…” I grimaced and whimpered again.

  “Every part of your body belongs to me.” He pushed his finger deeper. “Anything I want—whenever I want it.”

  My hands balled into fists, wrapping the sheet around my knuckles. I didn’t have a choice. The contract required me to give him my body, no matter what part of it that he wanted. I dropped my head against the mattress and endure the torment as he pushed his finger as deep as it would go. It hurt to have my tightest hole stretched—and that was only a tiny glimpse of how bad it would hurt when something much larger than his finger was forced inside me.

  “Tell me that this belongs to me.” He growled under his breath and thrust his finger into me a little harder.

  “It—it belongs to you, Master.” I whimpered, pressing my lips to the bed to suppress the sound.

  “Tell me you want to be fucked here.” He pulled back and then I felt a second finger joining the first.

  “I—I want you to do it.” I bit down on the sheet.

  “That’s not what I told you to say.” Both fingers were quickly removed.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow!” My head flung back as he brought his hand crashing down on my ass ten times in rapid succession.

  “Now you’re not just going to tell me—you’re going to beg me to fuck you in the ass.” He pushed two fingers inside me again.

  “Master…” I whimpered and the fingers were quickly removed..

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Please!” I squealed and kicked my feet as I felt his hand set my skin on fire. “Please fuck me in the ass!”

  “That’s better.” He chuckled. “Now be a good girl and scream for me.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow!” I howled as he spanked me harder than before.

  “I think I can make you scream louder than that.” He pushed my cheeks apart and I felt his weight against my ass.

  There was nothing gentle about what he intended to
do—I realized that when I felt the enormous head of his cock pushing into my ass. He made me beg for it—beg for something I once thought was depraved. My ass was stretched around his girth as he went deeper. I bit down on the sheet again, squeezing my fists so hard that I felt my nails digging into the palm of my hands. All I could do was take it—take the pain that came from being the devil’s toy—to use as he wished—to break if he wanted.

  “You’ll soon learn to beg for me to fuck you in the ass as often as you beg for me to make you come.” He held my hips and pushed deeper.

  “Yes Master.” My words were hollow and a whimper of agony rushed from lips as soon as they were said.

  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.”