Devil’s Toy

by Starling, Isabella

  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.

  “I told you last time, I have no interest in selling Violet Cabot to anyone.” Devlin sounded annoyed.

  I guess that’s good to hear—at least I know he was telling me the truth about a buyer and their offer. But why?

  “Fine. I’ll hear your new offer.” Devlin exhaled sharply. “But twenty million isn’t going to cut it, and I certainly don’t want my father in prison.”

  Twenty million dollars? Holy shit.

  “Interesting.” Devlin’s tone changed. “You could do that?”

  Do what?

  “Tell me more.” Devlin stepped away from the door and I peeked through the crack in the door in time to see him sit down.

  Wait, he’s getting comfortable? I know he’s not actually going to consider—selling me!

  “I’m glad to see that you’ve learned to approach me with something besides money.” Devlin nodded. “An eighteen-year-old virgin—with a five-year contract—and she’s a redhead? That could be fun.”

  I haven’t even aged a year and he’s talking about trading me in for a newer model?

  “You should know that I have claimed every part of her body—the last drop of her innocence is still on my dick. Sure you’re still interested?” Devlin chuckled.

  Well there’s the asshole I remember. Why did I ever trust him?

  “You’ll have to honor the contract I made with her, of course. If we make this trade, you’ll have to get Hugo Cabot out of prison. Are you absolutely sure you can make that happen?” Devlin leaned back and kept the phone pressed to his ear.

  He said he was the only one who could make that happen… Who the hell is he talking to?

  “Okay, call me tomorrow. Let me think about it.” Devlin hung up the phone.

  I ran back towards the bedroom as soon as he stood. My thoughts were in shambles. I crawled into bed and waited for him to return, but he didn’t come straight to the bedroom. I heard him walk downstairs and he was gone for several minutes before he finally came back. He crawled into bed and put his hand on mine as he slid into position behind me.

  “Who was the phone?” I looked over my shoulder, trying to keep my composure.

  “Just some—business stuff.” He pressed his lips to the side of my neck.

  “I thought I heard you say my name…” I raised an eyebrow as I spoke.

  “Oh, yeah—house stuff.” He nodded and dropped his head against the pillow. “Nothing important.”

  That’s not true. Now he’s lying to me. I gave him everything he asked for, and now that he’s had it, he’s ready to move on…

  Did I ever mean anything to him at all?

  Ten

  Devlin

  Once I returned to Violet, she wouldn't meet my gaze.

  She seemed far away once I got back to the room, and before I got the chance to question her about it, my phone went off again, alerting me to its presence.

  "I'm sorry, princess," I muttered, furrowing my brows when I saw the number was blocked. The buyer again? Maybe he was going to make me an even better offer...

  The only reason I'd gone along with it in the first place was because I needed to keep the guy on the line as long as possible, so Jasper could try and track the call. But I had no way of knowing if it had worked. Jasper had said it might take hours to get a read on the location.

  "I have to take this," I told Violet, and she responded with a sad little nod. "I'll be right back. Get nice and comfortable for me."

  She nodded again, and I left her on the bed as I strode out of the room.

  "Talk to me," I said into the phone, closing the door of the bedroom behind me. I didn't want Violet to listen in. Hearing the news might just upset her.

  "Devlin," an all-too-well-known voice said. "I'm glad you finally decided to answer my calls. All I needed was a number you don’t recognize…”

  My mouth set in a thin line and I rubbed my temples, muttering, "Dad, what's this about?"

  "I've been calling you a lot," he said, the accusatory tone evident in his voice. "It seems I need to hide my number, so you'll actually accept one of my calls. I'm only here to help you, son. I have something you want."

  "Something I want?" I repeated. "What could that be?"

  "I know who the buyer is," my father told me. I could practically see the smirk on his face as he delivered the news. "I know who's trying to buy your favorite little toy."

  "How could you possibly know that?" I asked mockingly, but my heart had sped up.

  I was desperate to find out the identity of the secret caller. He kept masking his voice, and I'd come no closer in my quest to find him. But soon enough, I'd be able to put a name to the voice - at least if my father was telling the truth.

  "I have my ways," he responded without giving me any firm details. "So, you want the name or not?"

  "I do," I managed to get out. "But I don't want to owe you anything if you give me this."

  "Why would you?" His tone was innocent, but I knew my father too well to fall for it. "It's just a family favor, Devlin. Not everything needs to be as complicated as you try and make it, you know."

  "You're the one ma
king things complicated." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized we were getting nowhere with this. At least for the time being, I'd have to conform to get the information I wanted so badly. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm just a bit on edge because of everything going on over here."

  "What's going on?" he asked. "Anything you might need my help with?"

  "No," I replied firmly. "I can deal with it all myself. I just need the name of the buyer, that's it."

  "Alright," he said, purposefully prolonging the moment and milking it for all its worth. "How've you been otherwise, kid? Anything new?"

  "Just cut to the chase," I got out through gritted teeth. "The name, Dad."

  "Fine," he said, like a petulant child.

  For God's sake, for someone nearing fifty, he really acts like a goddamned kid sometimes.

  "The name is Connor Peterson. Sound familiar?"

  In moments, I was transported to an Italian restaurant, only a few years ago, sitting opposite the man my father mentioned and trying hard not to throw my drink in his face.

  "Oh yes," I got out through gritted teeth. "It sure fucking does."

  My father chuckled on the other end of the line, saying, "I take it this guy is bad news."

  "Let's just say I'm not his biggest fan," I muttered. "But hopefully, I can put an end to this once and for all."

  "Good luck," my father said, sounding sincere for once. "I'll be right here if you need me."

  I allowed myself a single moment of gratitude as I muttered a thank you.

  "I mean it, Devlin," Dad went on. "Anything you need... Just call me."

  He was trying hard to rebuild the connection we were supposed to have since I was a kid. But was it too late? We'd burned those bridges down a long time ago.

  "I'll speak to you soon," I told him. "I have to deal with this now. Thanks, and goodbye."

  "Bye, kid." The smugness in his voice let me know that I owed him one—I didn’t like it, but I needed the information.

  Eager to get back to Violet, I didn’t even think about sending the name to Jasper—I could fill him in later. The thought of that piece of shit, Connor Peterson, getting his paws on my princess made me fucking sick. I was going to keep her safe no matter what. That was my number one priority.

  I walked back into the bedroom, where she was lying on the bed with her eyes open wide when I walked in.

  "You’re not sleepy?" I asked her, and she yawned like a little kitten, stretching herself on the pillows.

  She responded with a nod, and I sighed, coming closer to her and touching her chin gently, tipping her head back.

  "I know I've been a little distant lately," I admitted. "But that's going to change, princess, I promise you that. Just give it a couple of days."

  Her eyes were filled with distrust, and I didn't understand why she seemed so doubtful of me. Not knowing what to do, I pulled her against me, leaving a long, lingering kiss on her full lips.

  Her body is mine to claim. Nothing I do to her should bring distrust…

  "Don't pull away from me, princess," I told her, twirling my fingers in her hair. "I want you to stay with me, okay? Don't shut me out when the going gets tough. Nod if you understand."

  She gave me a barely-there nod. She seemed so closed-off, but there was nothing I could to stop that. I just wanted my pretty, sassy little princess back. Even if she was bratty at times.

  "Do you want to talk?" I asked her, toying with her hair. "Or would you rather rest up? I have some work to finish up."

  "I'd like to sleep," she murmured, and my heart fell.

  Just because she doesn't want me here doesn't mean everything's over, I tried to tell myself. But hard as I tried to convince myself of it, I couldn't quite believe it. Something was wrong. Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to come to the bottom of it all at that moment. First, I needed to get rid of Connor Peterson.

  "Okay, rest up, Violet," I told her, kissing her forehead. "I'll be away for a while tomorrow, but I'll come back in the afternoon. Think you can wait for me?"

  She nodded, not meeting my eyes as she laid back on her pillow.

  I stayed for a moment longer, finally deciding if she wanted to play things cool, I'd let her. She'd realize just how much she needed me soon enough. But I needed to deal with Connor Peterson first.

  "Goodnight, princess." I kissed her one more time.

  I turned off the light, leaving her in the dim room. I threw one last look over my shoulder at her tranquil body before closing the door firmly and going in search of Jasper.

  I found him in his office, in a room adjoining my own workspace in the Manor. He had a computer hooked up to the phone and wore a face of intense concentration as he watched the screen.

  "No need to do that," I told him plainly. "We've got him."

  "How?" he asked, his brows shooting up.

  "My father," I replied simply.

  "He couldn't have tracked his phone," Jasper argued. "That can only be done from inside the house."

  "Let's just say he knows the right people," I shrugged. "And really, it's my fault. I should have known who this was from the get-go. He's always been fucking obsessed with Violet. It's goddamn sickening."

  "Who is it?" Jasper asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

  "Remember a certain Mr. Peterson?" I asked with raised eyebrows, and he stared back.

  "Seriously, Sir?" he finally asked. "That piece of shit is still after her?"

  I nodded, sitting down in front of his desk and saying, "Seems so. But this time we're going to stop him once and for all. Can you get me on a call to his cellphone?"

  "Of course." Jasper fiddled with his screen and nodded to the phone on the desk. "Just pick up and talk, Sir."

  I did as he said, listening to the dial tone on the other side and waiting patiently until a deep baritone answered.

  "Hello?" The voice wasn’t masked—he had no reason to hide because the call didn’t come in on the burner phone he had used earlier.

  "Hello, Connor," I said with a wide grin. "Let’s finish our conversation.”

  There was a short pause, but I didn't want him answering me, anyway.

  "Listen to me, you piece of shit," I growled. "I know you've been making those calls, asking around about Violet. I'm only going to say this once."

  I heard him exhale as I clutched the phone harder.

  "She's fucking mine," I growled into the receiver. "And if you so much as say her name, I'm going to find you and personally make sure you get put in the kind of jail where Violet's sweet little pussy will be the stuff of dreams. Your reality, however, will be getting your asshole fucked by men who make you their little princess. How does that sound, you piece of shit?"

  He laughed heartily on the other end, but I wasn't stupid. I could hear the fear in his voice. I knew he was scared. Bluffing. It wouldn't take long for me to break him down.

  "You have no proof," he spat out.

  "I don't, not for this," I responded quickly. "Of course, after our last little... incident involving Violet, I made sure to get my hands on a set of your fingerprints, a few hairs and some other exciting shit I can use to my advantage."

  "H-How?" the jerk stuttered.

  "Let's just I can make a crime scene that points straight to you," I said sweetly. "You don't want to go to jail, do you, Connor?"

  He stayed stubbornly quiet and I grinned to myself, knowing what his answer was.

  "I thought so. Now be a good little boy and stay out of mine and Violet's business. Got that?"

  Once again, no answer.

  "If you need a preview," I went on. "I'd be more than happy to send one of your future prison mates to your address. Give you a little taste of the ass-fucking you got waiting for you on the other side of a life sentence. What do you say?"

  He slammed the phone down, and I grinned to myself, glancing at Jasper.

  "I don't think we'll have to worry about him again," I told my assistant with a sly smirk.

  He’s no fo
ol. He knows I mean business.

  Eleven

  Violet

  Devlin broke me.

  I didn’t even try to retain a piece of my humanity—it wasn’t worth it.

  I presented myself to him in a blindfold, ready to be nothing more than the property I had become. I finally realized my place in his life—and my purpose inside the Devil’s Manor. I was his as long as he wanted me, and I could be traded away at any time. The contract I signed gave him the right to use me until my father was free from prison, and if he wanted to transfer that contract to someone else—it was his right.

  My father warned me about the Windsors and I chose to ignore him. I believed everything he said about Dominic, but I never heeded his words when he talked about Devlin—when he told me that Devlin would one day be just as dangerous as the man who sired him. I never wanted to believe that. I thought Devlin was different. The way he defied his father—the way he compelled me to rebel against my own. That was a different path. It was supposed to be our path.

  I couldn’t ignore what was right in front of me any longer. I was Devlin’s submissive, a slave for his desires—no matter what he wanted from me. He was my Master—until he decided that I was no longer his favorite toy. Then he would move on to the next one, just like the night I threw myself at him and he went home with two of the dancers from the ballet. He hadn’t changed for the better. He had just gotten worse.

  “Violet?” A voice snapped me out of my trance and I looked up to see a blonde woman wearing a pencil skirt that was much too tight for her hips standing in the doorway of the living room.

  “Hi? I—don’t think we’ve met.” I tilted my head to the side.

  She doesn’t look like a maid, or any of the other workers. Her attire is too nice…

  “My name is Sally-Anne. I used to be Mr. Windsor’s secretary.” She walked closer.

  “Used to be?” I felt my body tensing up. “How did you get in here?”