Page 42 of Ruined By a Devil

I reach into the drawer and pull out a sleek, matte-black bullet vibrator. It’s tapered, seamless, and completely smooth. I set it on the nightstand and pull my phone from my back pocket, tapping the screen to open the interface.

“This is controlled from here,” I tell her, showing her the slider on the screen. “You don't touch the buttons. I control how much you feel, when you feel it, and how hard.”

Her eyes widen slightly, her pulse visible in the dip of her throat. “You're want to use that on me?”

“No,” I say, stepping back and sitting on the edge of the bed. “You are going to use it on yourself. Under my instructions.”

“Malachi—"

“Take off your pants, Jade,” I command, my tone leaving zero room for debate. “Or go back to your room.”

She stands there for three agonizing seconds, warring with her pride. Then, slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she reaches for the waistband of her pants and shoves them down her legs, stepping out of them. She’s left standing in just her tank top and a thin black lace thong.

The fabric over her center is visibly dark, soaked through with her own wetness. My jaw tightens at the sight.

“Pick up the toy,” I tell her and she reaches out with a trembling hand, picking up the cool black silicone.

“Now get on the bed and get on your back,” I continue. “Spread your legs for me.”

She obeys, climbing onto the center of my mattress and lying back against the black sheets, parting her thighs. Her skin is pale, smooth, and flushed, her dark hair spread around her head.

I tap the screen, turning the power on to its lowest setting. A faint, low hum fills the quiet room.

“Slide your thong aside,” I instruct, watching her every move. “Put it right on your clit.”

Jade gasps as she pulls the lace aside and presses the vibrating tip against her swollen, dripping peak. Her back arches off the mattress instantly, her knees shaking as the vibrations hit her sensitive skin.

“Look at me,” I demand.

She forces her dark eyes open, staring up at me, her chest heaving. I slide the intensity bar up on my phone screen and the hum deepens. Jade lets out a sharp, choked cry, her hips tilting up off the bed helplessly, her free hand clutching the sheets tight.

“Malachi… please…” She breathes out, her voice wrecked.

“Please what?” I smirk, adjusting the speed again, making it pulse in a sharp, punishing pattern. “Use your words, Jade. What do you want?”

“Touch me, please,” she begs, her pride completely burning away under the overwhelming sensory assault. “Please... touch me with your hands.”

I set the phone on the mattress, leaving the toy buzzing against her core, and move over her. I grip her knees, forcing her legs wider, and drop my head between her thighs.

The scent of her is pure and sweet, slick with absolute need, and it floods my senses. I strip her thong off in one smooth motion, toss the toy aside, and press my mouth directly against her wet, swollen center.

Jade screams softly, her hands flying to my hair, digging her fingers into my curls as my tongue sweeps over her clit. Her taste is hot and sweet as I work her with methodical precision, flat strokes of my tongue combined with a sharp, flicking rhythm that pushes her straight to the edge in seconds.

When her hips start to buck uncontrollably, I stop. I pull my mouth back, hovering an inch from her slick skin.

“Malachi, don't… don't stop…” she sobs out, squirming against the mattress.

“Look at me,” I growl.

She opens her heavy, glazed eyes, staring down at me through long lashes. “Who does this pussy belong to?” I ask, my thumb pressing firm against her peak, keeping her right on the razor's edge of an orgasm without letting her cross over.

“You,” she chokes out, her hips thrusting up against my thumb helplessly. “It's yours. Please, Malachi, let me come.”

I plunge my tongue back against her clit while sliding two fingers deep inside her wet, tight heat. Her inner muscles grip my fingers, impossibly tight, completely untouched. As I drive her over the edge, I feel her pussy convulse around my fingers, her entire body shaking as a shattering orgasm tears through her.

Jade cries out my name, as she’s arching her back, desperately clinging to my hair while I suck her peak, swallowing every drop of her release.

When her spasms slow down to a gentle tremble, I climb up her body. My blood is on fire and I reach down, unzipping my pants, freeing my rock-hard, aching length. I position myself between her parted thighs, pressing the broad head of my cock directly against her wet entrance.