The Devil's Due (17 page)

“
Fuck
!” I screamed. The vibrations sent my singing nerves into overdrive. The adrenaline that had sent my pulse racing had made every inch of my body wildly sensitive, as well.

Moloch’s blood-red tongue poked thoughtfully from the corner of his mouth. He was completely detached as he watched me fight the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. His gaze betrayed nothing more than a clinical interest in the way I struggled.

I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want to let him make me feel good. I wasn’t going to stop fighting him. I exhaled and rocked my pelvis downward so the vibrations went to a less sensitive area.

“Give in,” he ordered, and cranked the speed of the vibrator higher. The sound of a million angry bees filled my ears and the sensations were undeniable. He pressed the vibrator into my soft folds and rubbed it up and down with a practiced hand.

“Fuck you,” I gritted, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. A wild, tearing shockwave pulsed through me. I stiffened, and the pain from the clamps intensified the searing sensations from the vibrator.

I screamed aloud. Pleasure and pain, fury and ecstasy ripped through me in an incredible and terrible orgasm. My body went into overdrive. I ground myself into the vibrator, eking out more pleasure from his skillful, evil hands.

“You do have such beautiful skin,” he murmured, and switched the vibrator off. I whimpered when he pulled it away, denying me the pleasure that masked the pain. “Now, Lainey. Do you see how good it felt?”

I twitched in an aftershock. Little explosions still ricocheted through my body. I had no answer for him. The intensity of the sensations had rendered me mute.

He didn’t require an answer. “You want to feel good again, right?”

The pain from the clamps was returning, drowning out the pleasure that retreated in waves. I didn’t want to feel the hurting. “Yes,” I whispered.

“There’s only one thing you have to do.”

“What is it?”

“Touch the footboard with your toe.”

I looked at him in confusion. He pointed at the wooden footboard that extended across the bottom of the four-poster bed. My ankles were splayed out. I would have to stretch and reach and point my toe to be able to touch it.

“But... the clamp.”

“Yes.”

“That would hurt me more.”

He was silent.

“What happens if I do it?”

“You’ll be rewarded.” He wiggled the vibrator.

“Oh, fuck.” I shimmied myself down as low as the straps around my wrists would allow. I was stretched to the limit, but my legs still didn’t touch the footboard. I moved carefully, but each knock of the chain electrified my battered nipples.

I sucked in my breath. Carefully, I pointed my right foot. The chain pulled against my nipple and I shrieked.

“No!”

“Then I have no more use for you.” He turned to the door, making as if to leave me there.

“Don’t you fucking leave me like this! Take it off!”

“Do what I say.”

I screamed in frustration. Mustering all my strength, I pointed my foot. The clamp yanked my nipple painfully as I stretched and stretched my toe.

“Goddammit!” I yelled and pushed myself harder.

Just when I thought it was impossible, that my pain-wracked body would rebel, I felt the cool wood against my toe. “I did it!” I shrieked in triumph.

“Good girl,” he breathed, practically cooing. He touched the vibrator lightly to my clit and let it pulse against me. I moaned in relief as the pleasure flooded through me.

Just as I had relaxed into the sensations, he pulled it away. “No,” I moaned, wiggling towards it.

“Other foot now.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“No. Please?” I felt tears prick my eyes.

He stared, unmoved.

I mustered my strength again. I knew what to expect this time. I pointed my foot as hard as I could, pushing past the shrieking protests of my body. When I felt the cool wood, I laughed in triumph.

“Good girl.” Moloch smoothed my hair and immediately cranked the vibrator to its highest speed.

The orgasm tore through me with no preamble. I opened my eyes as I cried out and saw hi hovering above me, holding me in his gaze as I shuddered and moaned. The intensity of the orgasm blurred my sight. The room dimmed until there was nothing more than those eyes holding me, captivating me, imprisoning me in his will.

“Good girl,” he repeated as the waves receded. Once more, he pulled he vibrator away before I was ready, but this time I only closed my eyes and moaned.

A new pain ripped through me. “What the fuck!” I shrieked as hot fire burned up from my most sensitive place. He had fixed a clamp to my labia, the cool metal biting into the soft skin. “Oh god, ow! Fuck you, that hurts!”

“You know what you need to do.”

“I can’t!” I cried. My will was breaking down. The threatened tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Do what I say. Both feet this time.”

There was nothing I could do. Whimpering, I pointed both of my feet. The clamp pulled on my sex. I bit back a scream, squeezed my eyes shut, and pushed myself.

“God-fucking-dammit!” I touched the cool wood.

I anticipated the relief of the vibrator, but instead felt the bed dip. My eyes flew open to see Moloch above me. Before I could protest, before I even knew what was happening, I felt the head of his cock invade the entrance to my battered pussy.

“No,” I moaned, but did not resist. He pushed inside of me and I gasped aloud.

“This is your reward,” he whispered in my ear, filling my nose with his fiery scent. He surged up inside me and my traitorous body greeted him with a flood of wetness. He had primed me expertly, pushing my boundaries until I had no more.

I invited the pleasure his cock brought, welcomed the feeling of him throbbing inside of me. As he began to thrust, he released the clamp on my right toe. The relief that flooded through me intensified his first skillful thrusts. I wiggled my toe with joy, feeling the pulse of the returning blood match the pulse of the blood in my ears.

“Do you like this?” he murmured. I could only moan in reply. There was nothing left of me to speak.

When he reached back and released the clamp on my other toe, the sudden relief sent me spiraling down into the abyss. With a cry I arched upward, ignoring the pain in my still-tethered nipples and labia. In fact, I reveled in it.

I let the pain push my pleasure higher as Moloch expertly swirled his hips, touching every sensitive spot inside of me. He felt the walls of my pussy pulse and clamp down around him and growled low and sinister in my ear.

“It feels good to give in,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back. And all was lost.

Triumphantly he pushed himself to his knees and yanked on the straps around my ankles. I was suddenly free, but not for long.

With a strength that did not match his slight frame, he slung my legs over his shoulders and thrust deeply inside of me. He released the clamp on my labia at the same time that he yanked on the chains attached to my still-fettered nipples. This time, I greeted the pain with a cry of ecstasy.

He alternated his punishing strokes upward with delicate tugs on the chains. He was torturing me, cycling pain with pleasure, pleasure with pain. He was all I could feel; all I could see; all I could smell. He was master of everything; my pleasure and my pain.

His deliberate strokes took on a wild cadence. His face contorted above mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw the face of the Devil himself. Then he pulled himself free and lifted his glistening cock.

“Catch it,” he ordered, and I obediently opened my mouth.

The first jet of hot cum hit the back of my throat and made me gag. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head upward to where he had knelt over my chest. The second jet filled my mouth with his flavor. He tasted like charcoal; like woodsmoke; like burning. I swallowed in spite of myself, a small corner of my mind still fighting against his will even as the rest of me willingly yielded.

The last jet hit my chin and dribbled down my neck to my breasts, where it pooled in the valley between them. I looked down at it blankly.

He jumped nimbly off of me without saying a word and quickly pulled on his pants.

“Oh,” he said evenly, with no emotion whatsoever coloring his voice, “I apologize. I nearly forgot.”

He lifted the clamp from my right nipple. I had almost forgotten it was there. It almost seemed like it belonged there now. Then he took the clamp from my left nipple, and I sighed. The throbbing pain diminished and mixed with the remainder of my orgasms in a confusing mass of sensations.

He smoothed back my hair, and I shuddered under his touch.

“I’m going to unfasten this so you can sleep now, little girl. You’re going to stay put, right?”

Tears came to my eyes when I heard myself answer, “Yes.”

He unfastened my right arm, leaving my left wrist still bound to the bedpost. He pulled the white blanket from the pile on the floor and covered my naked, exhausted body. I flinched as he bent his head to me, but he brushed his lips lightly across my forehead.

Smoothing my hair once more, he turned and left me alone, flicking the light switch and abandoning me to the dark.

I lay back on the bed, my mind a blank. He had left me unfastened. I could easily reach over and undo the strap that held me.

But instead, I buried my face in the pillow and willed myself to sleep.

U
nwilling to revisit what had just happened to me, my mind retreated into unconsciousness.

My dreams jumped and skittered like a movie projector gone haywire. I flashed across Flint Springs as if I were flying overhead, looking down at the squat, low houses.

I swooped down to look in the window of my old trailer. Hovering there, I saw Darryl looking confusedly at a pot on the stove, as lost as a little child without me there to cook for him.

Then that picture was yanked away, and I was flying alongside myself as I rode behind Cade. My dream self was whooping and hollering like a savage. The motorcycle morphed into a horse, thundering across the rolling prairie. The horde of bikers wielded spears as we moved as one across the landscape towards the shining, glittering city on the hill ahead of us.

The city morphed into one giant, white-columned house as massive as the entire city itself. I left the shrieking attackers behind to fly up to look inside the skyscraper-sized windows.

There I saw myself again. But it was a me I had never seen before. I was dressed in furs, slouching disdainfully as I looked on the attackers with a bored expression on my face. I watched myself turn and walk back into the house.

When I swooped back down to rejoin the bikers, I saw that I no longer rode with my arms around Cade. My huge, blond mass of a man had twisted and shrunk into Moloch. I was entwined with him, our bodies quickly becoming indistinguishable, as he swallowed me up like a snake. My dream self smiled, happy to be consumed.

I twitched in my sleep, fighting against the images that were overtaking my thoughts. I tried to hold on to Cade, tried to keep his image in front of my vision. I tried to hold on to my knight in leather, but his image kept writhing and shimmering like a mirage.

Only Moloch was substantial in my head. His voice in my ear telling me what to do. The strange comfort that came from losing all control. How easy it was to stop fighting and give in.

I fought against my subconscious as it yearned to submit to him, until I finally could take it no longer. I yanked myself awake with a startled cry.

I screamed louder when I saw the shadowy figure perched by the side of the bed, watching me sleep.

“What were you dreaming about?” came the soft, ragged voice. It was a woman’s voice, something I had not expected to hear in this strange place.

She moved into the light that spilled in through the cracks in the blinds. Soft moonlight shone in her eyes. They seemed strangely familiar.

“Nothing,” I panted. I was vulnerable enough without confessing my nightmares to a stranger.

“You were calling for someone. Over and over. I could hear you from down the hall”

“Who are you?”

She cleared her throat, but didn’t answer. I saw her shift uncomfortably, standing on one foot, then the other as if poised to flee. Something in the innocence of that pose set me off my guard. She didn’t look like someone capable of harming me.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“I’m fine,” she retorted shortly. “You were the one screaming so loudly it woke me up.”

I flushed in the dark, thankful she couldn’t see me. I wondered what I had said. “I’m sorry.”

“You were calling for someone,” she repeated.

“I guess I may have been.”

“A man.”

I gulped. “Yeah, probably.”

“A man named Cade.”

My heart dropped into my stomach in panic.
It could be anything,
I told myself.
She probably knows all the Devils. It wouldn’t be weird that she knows who Cade is, too.

But the knotting in my stomach was instinctive, putting me right back on my guard.

“Who?” I asked nonchalantly.