Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  "Because I want to hear you scream."

  Derek took one of the little silver things in his hand and pried it open with his thumb. He placed it on my nipple where the metal clamp shut around it.

  I howled.

  "Nipple clips," he explained as he put the second one in place.

  The devious things were squeezing my sensitive nipples in cold, brutal agony. The pressure was unyielding, unbearable, and from the look on Derek's face, not going to stop anytime soon. His hands, the arbiter of such bliss and such torture, skimmed down my stomach with light fingers.

  He fondled my breasts, stirring pleasure deep within my chest before he flicked the clips one after the other. I cried out and my body arched off of the table. The pain was so good, it was sweet.

  "Music to my ears," Derek cackled, "I thought about whipping you tonight, Brat."

  I looked up at him with fearful eyes. I didn't try to hide it. I knew how much he enjoyed seeing it on my face.

  "You've been exceptionally bad," he continued, "don't you agree?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said, my voice hoarse, the pleasure and pain had twisted it into a facsimile of its normal soprano.

  "But then I thought I'd give you a chance to redeem yourself, my sweet little thing."

  "Please, Sir," I begged.

  It came out so naturally now, the groveling, the submission, like I'd been waiting for this for years and never knew it.

  "I'll do anything to please you, Sir."

  "I want all three of your holes tonight, Princess," he placed his hands on the table on either side of my head and loomed over my face, "and I'm going to come. In every. Single. One."

  I gasped in shock, I couldn't help it. He reached one cruel hand down to flick my tortured nipples, a harsh reminder of who was in charge here.

  "There's nothing you can do about it now," Derek growled, "I will have all of you tonight."

  He lowered his head and licked a long line from my jaw to my neck until those lips were pressing light, sweet kisses on my nipples.

  I whined. It felt so good, but my body had learned that when something felt good, the shock of pain was never far behind. Sure enough, he bit one of the clips and pulled it with his teeth. I screamed again, just the way he wanted.

  "And you won't be whipped," he looked up at me from my chest, his dark, stormy gray eyes burning into mine, “if you can stop yourself from orgasming until after I’ve finished with you.”

  “B-but, Sir,” I pleaded because he was asking the impossible, “I don’t know if I can.”

  “You’ve got to learn, Princess, that your orgasm no longer belongs to you.”

  He snaked a hand down my stomach to rest between my thighs. Derek rubbed slow, dangerous, aching circles over the top of my pussy. It felt so good I could have cried. It was taking all I had not to come already.

  “If you can hold off, you will be rewarded,” one taunting finger slipped inside of me for emphasis, “and if you can’t,” he yanked it out of me harshly, “you will be punished.”

  Derek pinched my swollen, throbbing clit, the touch harder than anything that part of my body had ever experienced.

  “FUCK,” I screamed as my eyes practically popped out of my head.

  My punisher, my demon, snickered at my pain. He savored it like it was the finest wine. And as the shock and thrill of it gave way to pinpricks of pleasure, I thought it just might be the most addicting drug in the world too.

  “And Princess,” he continued with a tone that sent tremors coursing through me, “I have a little surprise for you.”

  Derek grinned like the monster he was, dark and terrible, with a gleam of sharp teeth. His fingers traced down to the plug in my ass and pressed it. At first, I thought he was forcing it deeper inside me, but instead, he pushed a button. The plug began to vibrate.

  "Oh!"

  The sensation was strange and new and had my toes curling.

  "I know how much you like your vibrators."

  He stood back a few paces to survey me. He looked me up and down like a full course dinner. He placed his fingers on his chin, moving them over his lips and tapping his mouth as he mused,

  "Now, which hole to fill first."

  I stared at him as he took off his shirt. His muscles were massive and cast strong shadows in the dim dungeon light, defining them all the more. Derek really had transformed into a sex god. Except that man was no god.

  He was a devil.

  "I know which one to save for last," he looked markedly at my ass. The vibrations had me squirming on the table, writhing like an eel. Fresh arousal gushed from my pussy and dripped down my thighs. It was starting to feel good. Really good.

  Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

  I repeated the mantra over and over in my head. Derek unbuckled his pants and let them fall. His magnificent cock jutted out before him, and my eyes took in every powerful inch.

  "Do I want to plug into that wet and heavy mouth or that hot little pussy of yours first?"

  Hearing him contemplate how to use my body made my clit throb with need. I was so close to bursting that I hoped he'd choose my mouth. I didn't think I could control myself if he fucked me right now. He looked at me and grinned like a fox in a henhouse.

  "Pussy it is."

  Fuck. The man knew how to read me like a book. My anxiety tinged the air. Derek walked to the foot of the table and deftly released my feet from their shackles. He grabbed my hips, yanking me down the table as far as my chained arms would allow.

  My ass was right on the edge, my thighs were in his hands, and he angled me so the table pushed against the plug. I cried out as it continued to thrum inside me. The sensations were getting stronger and more intense with each movement of my body. Derek wrapped my legs around his waist and his cock nudged at my drenched pussy.

  Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

  Without warning, he penetrated me, pushing himself into the hilt. I screamed as his massive cock filled me up in the way that only Derek could. Holy shit. The plug in my ass made my pussy tighter. It also made my walls vibrate around his dick. It was so intense. Every sensation was heightened with this thing in my ass!

  "Fuck yes, Alexandra," Derek groaned, "your pussy is so juicy, so sweet, like a little taste of heaven."

  He picked up the pace, thrusting mercilessly into me. My whole body jolted with the force of it, and all I wanted was to uncoil the spring of pleasure that was wound up deep inside of me, ready to explode.

  Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

  I clenched my walls against the onslaught of pleasure and fought it with everything I had. I bit my lip, needing the pain to distract me from the brutal cock pummeling me into ecstatic nothingness. My face began to tingle. My cheeks went numb and I felt myself cresting.

  I was fighting so hard that tears filled my eyes when I felt the beginning of my orgasm burning into life deep inside my core.

  "You're being such a good girl, Princess," Derek gasped between thrusts.

  His pace was relentless. With every forward thrust of his dick, he rammed my hips back to meet it with his hands. He was using me hard and dirty the way I wanted ever since the moment I met him.

  "Fuck," he moaned long and low as he pushed even deeper into me.

  His rhythm lost all control as his orgasm took over and made his hips buck in short, quick bursts that almost sent me over that forbidden edge. It took everything I had, every ounce of concentration, to stop myself from clenching over him in orgasmic bliss. Derek leaned over me and grinned.

  "Well done, Alexandra," he said before yanking the nipple clamps.

  Yes. I needed that pain to take the edge off my pleasure. I needed it to distract me from the agony of denial between my legs.

  "I knew you could do it."

  I breathed a small sigh of relief as he withdrew from me. My pussy cried out at the loss of him, but my mind cleared and I could breathe again.

  "It's time for a new plug," he said.

  My breathing sto
pped all over again.

  DEREK

  The looks on her face were priceless. She looked at me like I just sprouted a second dick, like she knew what she was seeing, but couldn't believe it was real. I held the large metal plug up to her face.

  "A princess deserves her jewels," I said as I angled the plug to show her the shiny pink crystal at the flared end.

  This one was bigger and harder than the black rubber plug. She was definitely going to feel it. I saw conflict brewing in those turquoise eyes, the protest nearly at her lips, but I stopped her before she could get herself in more trouble.

  "This is for your own good, Alexandra."

  I took the cool metal tip and slid it down the length of her long, luscious body.

  "When I fuck you here," I placed a hand on the tip of the plug still vibrating inside of her, "it will be intense. I need you to be ready for me."

  I pressed the button at the base of the plug to stop the vibration. Her body jolted and she tensed as I yanked the plug out of her tight, puckered little hole.

  "Ah!"

  The sound wasn't one of pain so much as shock. This was all very new for my Venus. Her legs were limp, dangled over the edge of the table like she was spent already. I laughed.

  She had no idea what was in store for her.

  I stuck two fingers into her stretched-out ass, and she jumped again. I scissored them in and out of her, making her squirm, making her pant. The flush on her chest crept up her neck to settle in her cheeks. My little Princess liked having her ass violated. She was trying so hard not to come. Her turmoil was exquisite.

  I slathered a generous amount of lube onto the new plug. Wide eyes full of apprehension watched me and I smirked at her. I loved the look on her face right now. I wanted to remember it forever, that sweet turmoil. I removed my fingers from her and replaced them with the plug before she had a chance to recover.

  It met resistance. Her entire body lifted off the table again, her legs stretching into straight, tight lines. God, she was so fucking hot bound and at my mercy like this. I felt the blood rushing to my cock as it surged to life again. Making her squirm was becoming one of my favorite things to do.

  She needed to relax, so like before, I bowed my head to the sweet, succulent fruit between her legs. She quivered and finally relaxed enough for me to slip the rest of the plug into her. Alexandra screamed as the metal bit into her and filled up her virgin ass to get her ready for me. I could hardly wait to be in there, but not yet.

  I tortured her with my mouth some more, knowing how close she was to coming. Her entire body shook with the effort to keep the pleasure at bay. It was obvious that she was terrified of what I'd do to her if she came. Smart girl, she should be.

  I let myself give her one last, hard lick that sent her body into a spasm as she fought valiantly against her orgasm.

  "Good girl," I praised her, tracing my fingertips up the lines of her stomach and encircling her trapped nipples.

  I wanted the threat of a pull on those clamps to be ever present. Instead, I traced up her arm to the chains at her wrists and removed them one by one. She looked up at me with questioning eyes.

  "It's time to make you work, Brat," I told her, "get off the table and on your knees in front of me."

  Alexandra nodded before sitting up gingerly. I knew she was feeling the plug from the way she moved her body around it. I could read her every sensation as it fluttered across that beautiful face. She let out a small whimper that I wanted to grab from the air and eat like cotton candy it was so sweet.

  I watched her like a hawk as she hopped off the table and dropped to her knees before me. My dick jutted out, hard and ready for her, and I let it hit her in the cheek. I grabbed a fistful of her golden hair, forcing her to look up at me. Her pupils dilated and it was so fucking hot that my cock throbbed in front of her waiting, eager mouth.

  "I want you to suck my cock like the sloppy little whore you are," I hissed down at her.

  "Yes, Sir," She purred, ready and wanting.

  I guided her head until those plump lips were at the tip of my cock. Alexandra looked me in the eyes as she opened her bee-stung lips and wrapped them around my dick. I gritted my teeth because it felt so fucking good. Her hands flew up to grip the base of my shaft. She rubbed me up and down as she popped the head of my cock in and out of her mouth like a lollipop.

  "Shit," I gasped, the sensations were extreme and teasing all at once.

  Her hands moved from the shaft to my balls, where she rubbed and squeezed with the perfect pressure that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Her tongue swirled around my girth as it slid from base to tip. She played with me like this until I'd had enough.

  I couldn't take any more teasing; I needed all of her. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. She started to gag, but I pushed beyond it, deeper into her throat, and she didn't stop me. I still couldn't believe she'd never stopped me when I deep throated her like this.

  "Dirty little thing," I cooed as I fucked her mouth like a toy.

  I could cream at the sight of her on her knees, pleasuring me, and existing in this moment only for me.

  "You love it when I use your mouth, don't you?"

  She blinked in an imperceptible little way--a flutter of agreement.

  "Fuuuuck," I groaned.

  The feeling was indescribable, so hot and warm and wet and tight. Her hands still massaged my balls, and I wanted to keep going for longer, but I couldn't. A guttural shout ripped from my mouth as I came hard and fast down her throat. She swallowed every drop of me like a good little whore.

  Alexandra sat back on her knees and licked her lips as she looked up at me. She looked so beautiful, so seductive, that she made the beast inside of me scream for more. I reached down a hand and closed it around the soft skin of her neck. I squeezed and lifted my hand, bringing her to her feet.

  She looked frightened, but trusting, as I applied more pressure on her throat. I could feel her pulse slamming against her neck like a jackhammer. My other hand roamed her perfect body. I squeezed her breasts and flicked the clips, knowing perfectly well that her nipples must be aching to the point of madness.

  I felt the whimper begin in her throat, but I squeeze harder to capture it there, never allowing it to break her lips. I moved the hand at her breasts slowly down her stomach and watched the way it caused goosebumps to prickle on her skin. I cupped her mouth to feel the wetness between her folds. She whimpered again as she convulsed under my touch.

  "I'm not going to make it easy for you, Princess," I promised her.

  I slipped my fingers inside of her and curved them to tease at her sweet spot. Sea green eyes filled with tears as I saw her fight to stop the inevitable orgasm that I'd been building inside of her for hours. This would have been much better if she hadn't come at all today, the disobedient Brat.

  "I was going to throw you on the table and feast on that tasty pussy of yours the second you walked through my door," I told her while I kept up my rhythm, "to reward you for being so good today."

  She tried to look away from me, but my hand was tight around her throat. I wasn't going to let her escape me.

  "But you were a bad, bad girl today. Weren't you?"

  "Y-yes, Sir," she rasped out.

  "And what happens to bad little Brats like you?"

  "We get punished."

  "You're a fast learner, Alexandra," I told her before I smacked her ass.

  I enjoyed the sound of her shocked scream.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  LEXIE

  The shockwaves of the slap reverberated throughout my body. The thud of it with the plug inside of me was enough to wind me. My ass instinctively clenched around the hard metal, squeezing it painfully.

  Derek spanked me again. He was doing this not only to punish me, but to get himself hard again. So he could fuck my ass. This man was merciless.

  Brutal. Insatiable. Monstrous.

  A Devil.

  Cruel finger
s cupped my aching folds again, and I wanted to sob. I couldn't go on like this much longer. He must have sensed that. He wanted me to fail. Hands like a demon parted me and entered me. He teased my clit with his thumb while he fingered me and squeezed my throat. My whole body shook as it strained for the release that I had to fight.

  Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

  Just when I was about to give in, he stopped and removed his fingers from me slowly. The act alone almost sent me spiraling out of control.

  "I have something I want to give you, Princess."

  Using the hand on my neck, he threw me hard against the table, jolting me away from the ache between my thighs.

  "Stay there. Don't move."

  I obeyed and sat straight back with my toes dangling over the edge of the table. Even though the plug stretched me bitterly, I didn't move an inch as he walked behind me and retrieved something from his table of torture. God only knew what he was getting now. I gulped.

  I jumped when he reached for me from behind only to trace light patters with his fingertips across my collarbone. His mouth came to my neck where he placed soft, tender kisses before whispering in my ear.

  "Since I am very soon about to own all of you," Derek said as he jutted his newly hardened cock against my back. I heard the light rustling of fabric and metal. He slipped something around my neck and fastened it tightly at the back like...a...collar.

  Nerves surged through me from head to toe as the realization sank in--he'd collared me. Derek walked around to face me and pulled at a ring on the collar to make me rise and follow him as he walked. Every footstep had me feeling the plug hard and heavy inside my ass. He took me to a wall that was covered from floor to ceiling in a mirror like a dance studio.

  "Look," he growled.

  So, I did.

  He was standing behind me now. One strong hand rested possessively at my hip, while the other remained hooked on the ring on my new collar. The collar had a ruffle of black lace that met a deep black velvet buckle studded with small diamonds. One metal ring stuck out in the center, Derek's finger was currently crooked inside of it.