DevilsRapture, Page 2

  Me, I’m easy to please. I’m thrilled with all of you, all shapes and sizes, any way I can have you. Mary was delightful, but my little interlude with her would be considered tame sauce these days. Man, do you monkeys know how to party. No matter how loose and jaded, though, everybody has their limits, their inhibitions, their taboos. My game is crossing lines and pulling my playthings along with me.

  Take Jacob, for example. He was ever so slightly homophobic, nearly punching me in my face when I grinned at him that first time. But he wanted to watch his girlfriend Tara ride another man like a cowgirl. I volunteered because I’m easy like that, and I like cowgirls. Besides, I knew something he didn’t—Tara wanted to watch another man ride Jacob.

  Everybody got their wish. We ended the night double doggy style, with me deep in Jacob’s ass and grinning like, well, a devil, and him driving frantically into his girlfriend, drilling himself on my cock with every back-thrust. I thought he was going to have an aneurism, he came so hard. He might have been sullen and red-faced when he left, but the next time I played with them, he grabbed hold of my dick and demanded I fuck him again. I call that a job well done.

  Then there was Jessica, she of the make two cocks and fuck both my holes at the same time persuasion. I had to work a little harder to find her line to cross, and man, did I have fun doing it.

  I fucked her in every position and every hole I could fit into. I changed shape, appearance, even turned into a woman a few times. Spanking, clips and candle wax, S&M, there didn’t seem to be anything she wouldn’t try. She leaned more toward the S than the M, but enjoyed both, refused nothing—until bondage.

  Turns out sultry Jess didn’t like to be restrained. So of course, I whipped out my ropes and bound her up tight, top to bottom, until she could barely move. I didn’t gag her though. Listening to her yell and swear at me turned me hard like a rock. She was a gorgeous sight, ropes pressing into plump flesh, face flushed and eyes shooting daggers, sweat gleaming on her skin. She had a full body, heavy breasts, wide hips, and strong thighs. I watched her heave and twist and swear at me, wearing my most wicked smile. She found out why when she managed to tighten the rope between her legs. Little knots, strategically placed all along the rope from her pubis to her crack, pressed and rubbed.

  She froze, pretty blue eyes widening, red hair clinging to her wet skin.

  I chuckled, a dark sound like smoke and brimstone, and bent over her. She always said she loved my forked tongue, how it flickered over her skin and slithered inside her. She also loved my claws and fangs, liked the bite of them in her flesh when I fucked her. I tormented her with what she loved that day. I licked, nibbled, and teased every inch of her ripe skin, daring her to hold still.

  She couldn’t. Every time she squirmed the rope rode up and down, driving her out of her mind. I sucked on her nipples and teased around those knots until she was sobbing, begging for release. But not release from the rope. She wanted to cum, hard enough and long enough to die of it.

  She was in such gorgeous torment, I couldn’t resist her. Bracing her trussed up body, I worked my straining cock past ropes and bound flesh, pushing deep inside her, the friction maddening us both. I rode her hard and so did the rope. She shrieked and exploded, over and over, until she passed out. I might have, too. That part’s a little fuzzy. But when we both recovered and I untied her, she begged me to use the rope on her again next time.

  See, that’s my talent. I’m not the kind of demon who’s going to storm the Pearly Gates or take over the world. No future in that, you ask me. That’s a one-way trip back to the pit, and frankly I like being a free agent, a rebel devil on the loose. I’m more the insidious demon who worms into your life like a stray dog that follows you home and humps your leg. Low-key corruption through pleasure, that’s what I do best. You don’t want it? I’ll make you love it. You don’t need it? I’ll make it what you crave. And everybody’s worth corrupting.

  Speaking of, what lines can I help you cross, friend? Wanna play with me? How ‘bout next time you pass a cave, you come right on in. See if I’m home. God might have Heaven, but I’ll sure as Hell show you Rapture.

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