He holds me down, my arms and back pushed to the bottom of the tub. It’s not long enough for me to lay flat, so I pull my knees up for room. Opening my eyes, I look up through the calm water to see him leaning over the edge. Pieces of hair start to float around my face, obstructing my vision.
My cheeks are full of air, and I let it out slowly, feeling the bubbles on my face. My pussy clenches, my knees moving back and forth.
I had a scene written in my diary just like this. Where I trusted someone enough to literally hold my life in their hands. Water bondage is a known kink in the BDSM community, and I’ve always wanted to try it. Something about risking my life while handing someone else all the power turns me on. It’s a combination of bondage and breath control. Both of which I crave.
My lungs start to burn, and my chest tightens. I lift my hips and wiggle my shoulders, trying to get free of his hold. Just when I think I can’t go any longer, he pulls me from the water.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SIN
SHE GASPS THE moment her face reaches the surface, followed by coughing. I release her neck to reach over and grab the knife I had brought in here. Leaning over the tub once again, I cut the tape that wraps around her ankles and throw it to the floor along with the knife. Then I step into the tub, lowering myself into the warm water and spreading her legs with mine. The tub is on the larger side; it’s no king-sized bed, but I’ll make it work.
“Sin,” she breathes, her head resting back on the ledge of the tub, eyes heavy.
Fuck, she’s amazing. So goddamn gorgeous.
Reaching behind me, I pull the plug but leave the faucet on. The water is so high that it’s reached her neck. My added body pushes it over the sides, and it splashes onto the floor.
Grabbing my hard cock, I push into her pussy, forcing a cry from her lips. I hate fucking in water, but I’ve had her ass and mouth. Now it’s time I come inside this cunt. I lean forward, cupping her face and forcing her to look up at me. I kiss her roughly, swallowing every sound that comes from her plump lips. My hips move, and the water splashes onto the tile and the wall.
She’s sluggish, and her body is tired. I’m losing her. It won’t be much longer before she closes her eyes again to sleep what’s left of the night away. But I’m not going to slow down. No. I’ll use her until she passes out. Well, that won’t stop me either. I’d still fuck her if she were unconscious. My little demon was born to serve. She prefers to submit. Give her an order, and she’ll obey.
When I pull my lips from hers, my hand goes back to her throat, and her pussy clamps down on my cock, pulling me in deeper. “That’s it, Elli. Milk my cock. Make me come inside your tight cunt. Just like I did that ass and mouth.”
She whimpers, her eyes closed. I scoot her away from the back of the tub, and her eyes snap open just before I shove her head back down into the water. She fights this time. Her body thrashes underneath me, and I fuck her pussy. Slamming into her while I hold her in place. Her hair floats around the surface like a cloud, shielding her pretty face from me.
I reach down with my free hand and play with her vertical hood piercing. My thumb rubs over the black barbell aggressively. “Come for me, little demon,” I growl, my fingers digging into her neck so much she’ll have bruises come tomorrow. I like that idea. I want everyone to know she belongs to me. No one ever tries to take on the devil because they know they have no chance of winning. He’s ruthless, a savage, and has no mercy on anyone.
Her body stops fighting only to go stiff. Her cunt starts pulsing around my cock, and I smile. Waiting an extra second, I shove forward and come inside her. Grabbing the back of her neck, I lift her head from the water. For a millisecond, she doesn’t seem to be breathing. I look over her soft features. Her lips are parted, and eyes closed. My free hand comes up, and I run my thumb over her lips just as her eyes snap open, and she sucks in a breath. She immediately starts crying.
I stand from the tub and pull her out, setting her on the edge. Grabbing the knife off the floor, I cut the tape around her wrists and then leave her to turn off the bath that has turned cold. Grabbing a towel off the hook on the wall, I turn to see her now kneeling in the middle of the bathroom with her face in her hands, softly sobbing.
Bending down, I wrap the towel around her and pull her into my arms, where she buries her face into my bare chest. Then I carry her into her room and lay her down on her bed. I go to pull away, but her arms wrap around my neck. “Please. Don’t.” She clings to me.
“I’m going—”
“Don’t … leave me,” she sobs, not letting me finish, so I settle onto the bed next to her, wet and naked.
I kiss her wet hair. Within minutes, her cries subside, and her breathing evens out. When her body relaxes against mine, I know she’s asleep.
Pulling away from her, I get out of bed and grab the duvet to cover her. Then I place two pillows on the bed, gently sliding one under her head. I make my way to the bathroom, grab her diary, and then go back to bed with her.
While she’s sleeping, I read it as I wait for the guys to return with David and everything I need to fuck up the bastard’s life.
Nothing about her fantasies in her diary surprise me. My little demon has always been curious. I was drawn to her and could never understand why. I mean, she’s gorgeous, yeah, but there was always more that I couldn’t explain. But we were too young. By the time she was of age, I was already into my first year of initiation to be a Lord. Orders are you have to be celibate for three years.
Fuck my luck.
I had never fucked a girl my age, let alone younger. I learned at a young age that if they’re married, they don’t want anyone to know they’re fucking you. And if you pay them, well, they definitely don’t want the world to know. They don’t give a fuck. No questions asked, and the best part is that they don’t want to know your life story and how you’re hung up on your sister’s best friend.
She stirs, and I look down at her face, running my knuckles over her soft skin. “Sweet dreams, little demon. Tomorrow is a new day to serve your devil.”
ELLINGTON
WHEN I WOKE up this morning, I hate to admit I was disappointed. I was alone in my bed, and I wasn’t tied up. The first thing I did was check my phone. Kira had texted me at some point the night before to let me know she was going to bed early and would see me at the university later on today.
That was it. Nothing from Sin. I had to spend an extra thirty minutes getting ready. I have never had to cover up so many bruises on my body before. Wrists, ankles, neck, fuck, even my thighs had them. Thankfully, it’s fall time, so I could wear jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a thin scarf.