Page 73 of Devour

I lift the mask above my mouth and spit on her pussy, reminding her that I own that too. She jerks and moans, and I press my thumb against her clit and rub slow circles while I fuck her ass.

“Oh my god.” She tries to push into me as much as she can and moans my name.

“Look at you. You’re trying to fuck your own ass with my dick. My dirty little slut likes this, doesn’t she?”

“Please.” She doesn’t hesitate. Her eyes are focused on the mask and tears stream down her temples into her hair. “Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

I press harder on her clit and pick up the pace. “I’m done taking it easy on you, baby. You’re going to see what it feels like for me to fuck this ass.”

I hug her bound thighs to my chest and fuck her hard. Her ass lifts off the bed, fully at my mercy while I thrust into her, taking what I want.

She releases a series of moans. Her arms fight the ropes, and her already bruised wrists are getting worse.

“That’s it.” I thrust deeper and grind my hips against her ass. “Any louder, and you’ll let the entire mansion know how much you enjoy having your ass fucked by your king.”

Her eyes are rolling back, and her mouth is open.

“Fucking look at me, Saylor.”

Her eyes pop back open. I can feel her body tightening around my cock. She’s right on the edge, and she’s fighting it because I haven’t told her she can come yet.

I shift her weight against me and reach between us to press my thumb against her clit. She jerks so hard she almost breaks my grip.

“Come for me, baby.” I rub her clit in fast circles and pound into her ass. “Come with my dick in your ass, Saylor. Fucking come for me. Show me how much you love getting your ass used like my good little whore.”

The desperate need in her expression almost makes me lose it. I reach down and grip her throat, and she immediately comes hard while gasping for air. Her ass clamps down on my cock as I play with her pussy. I can feel every bit of it through my entire body.

I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, driving into her while she shakes and cries, pulling at the ropes. Her orgasm keeps rolling, and I keep my thumb on her clit while she sobs my name between breaths.

I bury myself as deep as I can get and come inside her ass. My grip on her thighs is bruising, and I release her throat, letting her gasp for air while I fill her tight hole.

Her legs are shaking against my chest, and her wrists are raw from the rope. Her face is a mess of tears and sweat. She’s staring up at me through the red glow of the mask. I rip it off my head and toss it to the floor. I untie her thighs and spread them apart so I can lie across her body with my dick still inside of her. I press my lips to hers, kissing her hard.

She kisses me back with whatever she has left. Her freed legs wrap around my waist.

I pull back from her mouth and reach for the piercing supplies I brought from the closet. She watches me through heavy eyes, still catching her breath.

“What’s that?” Her voice is raw.

“Something else I’ve been waiting to give you.” I sit up between her legs and look down at her. Her tits are flushed, and her nipples are hard and swollen. I run my thumb over her left nipple, and she shivers. “These are mine too. And you’re going to love what I’m about to do. This pussy will be soaked every time I play with your tits.”

Her eyes drop to the needle and then back to my face. She knows this is going to happen.

“Hold still, little heathen.”

I position the needle on her left nipple and push it through. She gasps and her whole body tenses. My dick is still in her ass, and she’s making me fully hard again. Her arms pull against the rope above her head. I slide the barbell through and secure it before she exhales.

“One more.” I move to her right side. She’s biting her lip so hard I think she’s going to draw blood. I pierce the other side, and she cries out, making my cock twitch.

I set everything aside and look at what I’ve done. Two silver barbells with special locks so she can’t remove them. They look fucking perfect against her flushed skin.

“Beautiful.” I lean down and press my mouth between her tits, careful not to touch the fresh piercings. “My name on your body, and now these.” I drag my lips up to her collarbone. “There isn’t a part of you that isn’t mine, Saylor. If I need to pierce your pussy too, then I’ll fucking do that next.”

I reach up and untie her wrists, freeing them from the bindings, and she immediately grabs my face with both hands and pulls my lips to hers.

Her fingers are shaking. Her whole body is shaking. But she’s kissing me like I’m the only man she’ll ever want or need. That’s a smart choice. I’d kill any other man.

I pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are wet, and her lips are bitten raw. There are rope marks circling both wrists that I’m going to have to tend to in the shower when I bathe my girl and make her feel good all over again.