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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  His lips twitched at her defiance. It’s what made her unique, that lively, bold spirit that entranced him, stirred him undeniably, and made him hotter than hell, harder, and longer than a shotgun barrel. The little nymph, she knew what was doing.

  She stood now with both hands on her narrow hips and her hazel eyes held a challenge he was about to take her up on. He smiled and took a step closer, more than a little impressed, actually, that she held the patch of earth beneath her feet.

  His hand hooked over the center of her neckline and dragged it all way down in one jarring swoop, popping buttons in all directions.

  “My dress,” she shrieked as he tore the black cloth from her body. He hated to do it, knowing the work she put into sewing it, but he had his reasons. Damned good ones.

  She stood only in her black slippers, the tattered dress scattered at her ankles. He didn’t allow her a moment to get her bearings to fight back, or even think. He propped a foot on the second rung of the stall and tossed her over his bent knee.

  “Devin,” she shrieked. Her legs kicked in the air, shoes flying off her feet. “Put me down.”

  “Tell me no, this is what you get. I’ve warned you, time to be punished.”

  * * * *

  “You’re not serious.” Megan clung to his massive thigh to balance herself and keep from falling face forward into the hard-packed earth only a couple of feet from her head. Her long hair, loosened from her struggles, swept the dirt floor into a cloud of dust that crinkled her nose and made her want to sneeze.

  A splayed hand ran along the curve of her back while another held her thighs securely. She tried to move, but the pressure on her back increased.

  “What do you think?” he asked her warningly.

  She stared over her shoulder, her body trembling in anticipation. Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw him raise a hand. Her heart thundered in her chest, then…

  A wail tore from her throat. The piercing sensation of flesh striking tender flesh seared through her body.

  “Naughty girls get spanked.” As one screamed ended, another began as he slapped her rear again. His splayed palm was large enough it covered her entire bottom. “You’re a naughty girl aren’t you?”

  “No, no,” she gasped in shock. She should be fighting mad, terrified, or at least in pain. Instead, she was gushing between her legs, shivers of excitement charging her nerves. He was certain he’d struck her with enough force to tinge, leave his mark of triumph upon her skin.

  “What did you say?” His hand smoothed over the round curves of her butt, a finger dipped between the crease, and she stilled.

  “I’m a good girl,” she murmured softly, trembling. When she felt him stroke the entrance to her anus, her butt cheeks clenched his finger, held him in place. The faint touch evoked a fiery excitement, a darker side of her sexuality. It terrified her.

  His other hand came down firmly on her bottom once more, tearing a feverish gasp from her throat. “Come on, Megan. You know you’re naughty.”

  She shook her head, fought the confusion, strong desires and depraved sensations racing through her veins to every nerve ending and straight to her clit. His hands smoothed over her ass again, squeezed the round, tinged cheeks. The tender flesh throbbed, overwhelmed her senses, flared her eagerness. She arched toward him, desperate to have him fill her starving pussy.

  “You should have been spanked a long time ago. Watching people fuck through peepholes.” At his erotic possession of her, his sensuous incitement, lewd images flashed before her eyes, heating her bloodstream. “Did you play with yourself?”

  Yes. “No!” Smack.

  “Stick your fingers in your cunt?” His voice was rough, tight with lust.

  Yes. A tremor of awareness shot up her spine. She shook her head. Smack.

  “Wish you were the one being fucked by all those men?”

  Only one. She felt his cock hard and thick against her bare hip. Shaking her head, she moaned, “No.”

  He smacked her ass again. Hard, soft, she wasn’t sure anymore. Her cheeks were stinging now, burning, hot. Her pussy pulsated with shockingly arousing sensations. Liquid heat dripped down her thighs. She needed…she needed…oh, God, she needed so much.

  “Did you want to suck on those cocks? Swallow their come?”

  Only Caleb’s. “No, never.”

  He came down hard. She jerked against him, his cock tightened, heated her flesh through the fabric. A breathy, desperate whimper escaped her.

  “You’re lying. I know you too damn well,” he accused her darkly.

  Shaking her head in denial, she wailed in pleasure/pain as his hand landed on her rear. Her body trembled with arousal from the sharp, stinging bite of pain, from the indecent memories, the erotic dreams each night after she peered through the peephole, often without Jazelle knowing.

  “Teasing the school boys.”

  “No!” Smack.

  “Showing them what they couldn’t have.”

  “No!” Smack.

  “Flaunting that pretty, little pink pussy in front of them.”

  Caleb, only Caleb. She shivered, moaned at the hot, sensual, unforgettable memories. Smack.

  “Let the young boys touch but never fuck.”

  “No, no, it was only one,” she cried weakly with arousal.

  “You admit, then.” He sounded pleased. “Say it. Say how naughty you are.” His voice was a deep, seductive, dark stimulant.

  “Yes, yes. I’ve been naughty,” she murmured, her body hummed with excitement, awaiting the consequences of her confession.

  “You liked showing him your pussy.” His hand slowly moved over her back, a heated, caressing encouragement.

  “Yes,” she moaned, drowning in the rising waves of exquisite torture/pleasure.

  “His fingers inside you, making you wet, hot, hungry for something more. Hungry for his cock. For him to fuck you.”

  Memories too numerous, the desperate wanting, the emptiness seared through her trembling body. She couldn’t deny she had wanted Caleb. That was so long ago. Another lifetime. Devin was here now, the heat of his cock branding her hip through his buckskins. He was hard, thick and ready, and she needed him now. She opened her mouth to beg for release, and a soft, revealing moan escaped from her lips.

  His palm came down on her bottom. Her ass tightened as she cried out. The sensation triggered her cunt to throb and clench in need between her thighs. She felt her juices seeping out of her pussy.

  “Spread your legs, Megan. Let me see those pussy lips you let someone else touch,” His voice was husky, demanding.

  Hesitant, knowing what he would find, she parted her legs slightly, pleading, “Devin, no more, please.”

  “Only I say when you had enough,” he growled, moving his hand between her thighs, forcing them further apart. “And I say I’m only beginning.”

  Her hips jerked as he easily drove two fingers inside her spasming pussy. He began quick, short little thrusts. Wet and aching with need, she heard a squishy, gushing sound inside in her vagina and burned with embarrassment.

  “Damn, you’re so wet. I think you like your punishment.” She felt his fingers swirl in the thick liquid gathered in the slit. The scent of her arousal reached her as she dangled upside down from his perched thigh.

  “No,” she gasped faintly but sounded unconvincing to her own ears. She rocked against his hand, working him in deeper, tightening on the impalement, desperate for the release to come.

  “Your drenched pussy tells me different.” He withdrew his fingers, gathered her juices and slid them to her anal entrance. He taunted the tiny hole, easing a long, breathy moan from her throat. “I wish you could see this pretty ass of yours.”

  His wicked complement intensified her sexual desire, increased her hunger for him, for anything. She shifted on his thigh, lifted her hips, offering her pussy as sacrifice. A glance at his face showed her the depraved lust darkening his eyes, telling her this was going to be no ordinary reprimand. He wanted,
expected more. From the way his expression darkened with wild, lusty intent, he was probably going to get it, whether she gave it to him or not.

  “What are you doing?” A flare of unbridled excitement coursed through her veins at the image of his huge cock plunging in Rosalinda’s ass. Rosalina was a big girl, nearly twice her size. The woman probably had plenty of room within those plump cheeks. Whereas her behind was so tiny, there was nowhere else to go but out the proper side.

  “I want to fuck this ass of yours,” he growled, the furious need apparent. She cried out feeling him nudge past the opening with the tip of a well-lubricated finger, his breathing rough, heavy on her back.

  “That’s unnatural, dirty. Besides, you’ll never fit,” she contested, struggling weakly. Her body stiffened as she envisioned the deviant invasion. “You’re too big. It hurts when you take me regular.” The fear was palpable. He mentioned it a few times in the past, but never went further. Today, he sounded convinced it was time to try.

  “I never hear you complain.” The smug amusement in his voice was transparent.

  “Damn you, Devin.” Stretched impossibly wide every time he entered her vagina, immense pleasure overshadowed that flash of pain she grew to relish. He provided a wondrous combination of sensations each time they fucked. She’d never give it up. “You put Deuce to shame with that beast hanging between your legs.”

  A deep, throaty chortle left his throat. She didn’t find it a bit funny. The truth never was. Her new motto: Anything but that.

  “I’m so fucking hard, I have to have you.” Devin lowered her to her feet, released her. He started toward an empty stall, grated in a low, almost pained tone. “Come here.”

  Once his back was turned, she bolted toward the open barn door.

  “Megan,” she heard him shout as she ran out the door.

  The gravel walkway leading to the porch steps was a foot away. She was almost there, a few more steps. She’d bolt the front door behind her. Lock their bedroom door. Surely he wouldn’t break down every door in the house. Or would he? How far would he go to possess her? At the thought of his strength overpowering her, forcing her to submit, an intense, hot flare of passion and excitement raced through her body. She felt her cunt tighten, weep, ache with greedy need. Her legs turned to mush.

  His heavy, hurried steps were behind her. She glanced backward. The sight of the rope in his hand caused her to trip over one of rocks lining the path. Crushed gravel dug into the skin of her knees. She scrambled to her feet, wasted not a moment to brush off the dirt or faint traces of blood on her skinned knees.

  He was too fast, there before she realized it.

  Dear God, no, she thought, as his large, muscled arm scooped her up and hoisted her on his hip. In one long stride, he scoured the steps. With two swift kicks, he opened, and then closed the door behind them.

  He ignored her protests, tossed her facedown on the bed. Despite the arousal flooding her body, she struggled with all her might to get away. She kicked and screamed. He held her down easily with one knee scarcely touching her back. “Devin, get off me.” Her blood raced as she saw him loop the rope around the front bedpost. “What are you doing?” she screamed at her own helplessness as he tied it to her wrist. She kicked out at him after he removed his knee, but found the move only served his purpose. He grabbed her leg and tied it to a foot-post—first one, then the other. “Have you lost your mind?” Her breathing laborious, her body responded, accepted, craved the depravity. With ease, he restrained her final wrist as she screamed in protest, “Untie me!”

  He said nothing.

  “Devin,” she shouted, her voice confused, shocked, breathlessly excited. She pulled on the rope in all directions, finding little slack, let alone a means of escape. Ripples of fiery lust and carnal suspense raced through her body. She was a small “x” in the middle of a huge target. Helpless. Restrained. Completely at his mercy. “Untie me.”

  Without a word, he yanked two fluffy white pillows out from under her arms as her body thrashed on the bed. With just enough slack in the rope, he propped them under her hips, lifting her ass in the air.

  “What are you doing?” She strained her neck to look back in time to see him release his monstrous dick from his buckskins. Her eyes flared wide, body stiffened, her butt cheeks clenched at the thought of what he was going to do.

  “What do you think I’m going to do?” His dark gaze centered between her spread thighs. He just stood there beside the bed, as though he delighted in watching her squirm. The bastard. She watched, licked her lips while he stroked his cock. It throbbed in anticipation, so enormously wide, terribly elongated, the blue veins thick and bulging with blood. The flesh was deep red and velvety hot. It had a determination of its own, as if it reached out to her in search of new adventure, waited eagerly to claim its prize, the last of her innocence.

  “No, Devin, you can’t. You’ll never fit. I’ll be ripped in two. I’ll never walk again.”

  He climbed on the bed, laughing. A deep, throaty laugh that sounded as sexy as hell.

  “I’m gonna fuck your ass, and you’re gonna enjoy it.” Her butt clenched. She groaned from the stinging sensation as his splayed hands smoothed along her hips, his thumbs grazing her buttocks as if checking his handiwork.

  A sharp blow landed on her tender rump, and she cried out at the pain/pleasure racing over her skin. Her soft, gasping wails went unheeded as several more blows left their mark, heightened her lust to an intolerable level. Her pussy was on fire, her engorged clit throbbing for release. Her breast swollen, nipples ached with agonizing need as she squirmed against the bed. She wondered if she could die for want of fulfillment, pleasure wantonly withheld.

  He drove a finger in the hot wetness of her pulsating cunt, drenched with her juices. Megan arched her back, crying out from the insane, torturous arousal spiraling through her weakened body. He pulled back and then thrust deep inside her. He teased, probed, tortured her just enough to bring her close, never enough to send her over. “You need to learn a lesson. Don’t ever run from me again. Don’t tell me no.”

  “I’m sorry, Devin.” She clenched her vaginal muscles around his buried finger, gripped him tightly, desperate to keep him buried. “It’ll never happen again.” Her breathing fast, her hips shifted dying to bring his buried hand against her clitoris. “You’re scaring me.”

  “Trust me, Megan. I won’t hurt you.” His voice harsh, tortured, leaving her unsure if she should believe him, believe he could control the hot need, the intense sexuality that was so much a part of him, the carnal depravity darkening his gaze.

  “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” The bed sank under his weight as he moved between her legs, running his hands along her back, over the curve of her buttocks, and down the backs of her thighs. “Tied up, spread open, wet and hot, and all mine for the taking.”

  He leaned over, brushed her hair aside, his moist lips burned kisses at her neck. His cock brushed against her ass, the heat of his hard arousal on her flesh made her shudder. He caressed her breasts, milked the nipples with his fingers until they were hard peaks, left her gasping for breath. His hand lowered, graced the rounded globes that still burned from his deftly inflicted discipline, tender touches, soothing, soft whispers upon her tender flesh.

  Overcome by the sinful downfall he initiated, desperate to quench the tumultuous ache, the unceasing throbbing he built between her thighs, she pleaded, “Make me come. I can’t wait.”

  “I’ll tell you when it’s time.” Her pitiful wail of disappointment echoed off the walls when he pulled away. “You’re too horny. Too greedy.” He gripped her hips, and she arched her back, expecting him to thrust his cock into her eagerly awaiting pussy. “You haven’t learned your lesson.”

  “Ahhh,” she sighed heavily feeling his hands lower to the slick crease propped up by the pillows in sweet temptation. His fingers held her slick flesh open, his tongue swept from her clit to her anus in a swift motion that had her careening out of control. Onc
e more, and she would come. One more lick of her clit, and she would fall apart, melt away and die. Instead, his pointy, devilish tongue swirled through the swollen folds, penetrated the entrance to her vagina. Obviously, sinfully aware she was on edge, never granted her the climax she sought. Her whimpers needy, hungry, desperate to release the pressure building in her body, she wiggled her pussy upward, pushed her clit closer toward his mouth.

  His tongue moved upward, lured her in a wet temptation toward the forbidden back entrance causing her to tremble with an alarming awareness that wracked her body.

  “Devin. Rosalinda, I’ll watch,” she panted frantically. His tongue stilled. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Are you positive?” He sounded hurt, disappointed, his breath hot, heavy against the cleft of her ass.

  Unsure what she wanted, terrified of failing, disappointing him, she said nothing.

  “You want me doing this to her and not you?” He parted her cheeks and speared the taboo hole with a deep plunge of his tongue, tearing a cry of pleasure from her lips. “Taste her and not you?” he moaned against her pulsing flesh, his heated breath sent ripples below the surface of her skin, flaming her passion. “Pleasure her.” He buried a finger in her pussy. “Fuck her and not you.” He added a second digit and began a hard, fast rhythm of strokes. “Are you that afraid of my cock hurting you or do you just want it too damned much it scares you?”

  Megan tugged on the ropes, heedless to the rough texture as her arms and legs pulled in every direction, dying to get closer to the intimate kiss that felt more wonderful, tempting than it should have. He thrust in tandem with his tongue in her anus and fingers in her cunt, torturing her flesh with carnal delight, never letting her tumble. Until she realized this, too, was part of her licentious punishment.

  “Oh, Devin,” she breathed, pushing back against his mouth. She felt the building sensation start to take over. Oh God. Yes. She was almost there. He withdrew. “No!”