Page 10 of Sinful Pride
More? I had to give more?
“I was selfish. I didn’t think hiding Zachariel’s identity as a demon would affect not just me but Heaven and Hell as well.” I swallowed thickly, feeling the prickle of tears at the corners of my eyes. “I lied to everyone. Just went on with my life. Even after I have heard about Zachariel and how Gabriel was trying to help him I kept silent. I crossed a line that should never be crossed when…”
Once I started speaking, I couldn’t stop. The words spilled from me as if a dam had burst open. I confessed all my sins until tears spilled over my cheeks and I sobbed out my confessions, frantic to list all my sins. I needed them to know everything. Everything!
The feeling of fire spreading over my back took me out of my frenzy so fast I blinked. Two tears fell down my cheeks, but there were no more coming, my psyche too stunned by the change, the aftertaste of the hit consuming all my attention.
“He gets it, see?” Beelzebub said to Raphael.
Another strip of pain crossed my flesh before I could even fully comprehend the first. Beelzebub was using… It wasn’t a whip. It had to be a leather crop. Short and quick. It stung where two parallel stripes landed on the upper part of my back. “I will give you a true reason to cry,” Beelzebub growled and then made good on his promise.
Each strike was a benediction of pain. The sound alone, a sharp whoosh, made me tense in preparation and that made it hurt even more, but I couldn’t control my reactions.
So much, I thought deliriously. It’s so much and there’s still more to come.
“Breathe.”
I looked up at the figure in front of me. Raphael snuck onto the bed and placed his hand over my bound ones, his expression sharper than before, but in a way that underlined I had his complete focus. The thought of being his whole world even for a precious few seconds made me shiver.
I took a shuddering breath and when the next strike hit the air left my lungs as a moan. The erection that flagged at the beginning of my punishment when I had to explain what I did wrong returned with a vengeance, leaving me stretched taut between two opposing feelings of pain and pleasure. With every new mark on my back the line between the two blurred until they became so intertwined I didn’t have any hope of separating them anymore. Pain was pleasure. And, as I remembered the order to not come, pleasure became pain.
“Hmm, I think you are warmed up now,” Beelzebub said casually.
This was… just a warmup?
My heart beat like crazy, a fluttering bird trapped in the cage of my ribs, as the adrenaline surged through my body. It turned out that I was right to fear what came next.
“Raphael, if you would be so kind?” Beelzebub mocked. They had a silent conversation over my head for a moment, but in the end Raphael sighed and rose from the bed to bring the item Beelzebub wanted to use.
“The crop stings, doesn’t it? It makes you feel like you are cut open. Whips are even better for that, but I had made demons a lot tougher than you need weeks of recuperation after I was done with them. They all cried and begged so beautifully… I have gone easy on you. And yet you look as if you are ready to fall apart. Or cum. Who am I kidding, cum while falling apart, most likely.” Beelzebub lowered himself over me, until his clothes caught on the welts on my back, making me hiss. He blanketed me completely, his healthy hand darting down to play with one of my nipples, pinching, squeezing, pulling as he talked. “So, let’s change it up a little, pup, with a different kind of pain.”
When I felt his weight leave me, I tried to turn my head to see what Beelzebub was going to wield now, but Raphael’s words stopped me.
“No peeking,” he said. “How about I distract you a little?” The angel sat at the edge of the bed and pulled me in for a kiss.
The difference between how Raphael kissed and how Beelzebub kissed was stark, like night and day. Where the demon tried to devour my mouth, turning the tangle of our tongues into a battle I had quickly lost, Raphael’s kiss was soft, coaxing—a mere press of lips at first before I responded to the gentle sliding of mouths by opening mine in return. Raphael didn’t push in immediately, instead taking his time to make me pant, leave me wanting more and more with every passing minute. I yearned to slide my hands into his hair and pull him to me until we were so close there was no way to tell where I ended and he began.
But with my hands bound, I had to do with what I was given.
The kiss ended as slowly as it began. I made a mournful noise at the loss, so Raphael gave me one last quick butterfly kiss before he settled himself away from me, ready to watch the spectacle I would become under Beelzebub’s hands.
“You two are so sweet,” Beelzebub said the endearment as if it was a dirty word, but… was I imagining the hint of longing in his voice? It was only an undertone but, as I was in such a vulnerable position, my mind was working overtime to decode every nuance of Beelzebub’s tone to anticipate what he was going to do.
“You know, I was planning to use a paddle, but I think I will go with something more intimate to start with.”
A palm landed squarely on my ass, making me jolt forward in surprise. The hit wasn’t even that much at first, but after a second the pain radiated, sinking deep. I craved more.
Beelzebub used his hand on my ass until I could feel it turning red.
“Yes, this is good. Just what I imagined,” the demon said after a particularly hard slap. “A personal touch in the shape of a handprint on your ass. I think you deserve a matching one on the other side, you slut,” I whimpered as my left ass cheek got the same treatment. My skin was oversensitive, and every touch—even one without force behind it—was making me squirm.
“Now that I made sure it will hurt even more…”
I heard a heavy thud of a paddle and flinched, but it didn’t land on my body. Beelzebub laughed meanly, expecting exactly the reaction I had given him. He was playing with my fear like a predator circling its prey, prolonging the deadly game.
Now he had my full attention, my body nearly shaking in anticipation of the next strike. The endorphins in my brain spilled like a wave as I tensed my back, which made the stinging welts work in tandem with my throbbing ass to create a powerful sensation that threatened to pull me under.
“Count for me,” Beelzebub said, and swung,