Page 20 of Sinful Pride

“You look like you’re having fun,” Aurelius commented innocently.

I knew nothing good could come out of it. Just as expected. Aurelius used his power over Abaddon and made the bigger man turn the dial up. At first, it was just a gentle simmer, barely noticeable. But as I continued to play the role of a tight hole for Zachariel, the vibrations strengthened. I could feel every turn, every change, from one to two, from two to three, all the way to ten.

“Ah! Nnn!” I cried out, unable to keep the moans in as I was worked from front and back, my newly spent cock was forced into half-hardness.

Too soon, much too soon!.

At the peak of vibrations I could do nothing but open my mouth and make desperate sounds, letting drool escape from the corner of my mouth, the pristine carpet under me getting filthy. I had no control over myself, and my hips started dancing by themselves, pushing back onto Zachariel’s thrust, and then trying to slink away when he grazed my prostate, the pressure on that bundle of nerves so potent I couldn’t stand it.

There was no escape, so I just let it happen. That familiar sensation of floating, spiraling into this state of blissfulness unlike anything else I had ever experienced, took me under. My brain, my body belonged to my dom. I was hot and bothered and ready, so ready, so open.

“Please, Zachariel, please, yes, oh… nnn! Ah! Please,” I babbled.

I could feel him, huge and pulsing, in my ass. He had to be near completion, right? Right? I couldn’t stand this for much longer.

“Do you want to come?” Zachariel asked, his voice filled with arousal.

My mouth opened, but no words came out, just a pitiful groan. Zachariel yanked at the leash of my collar, pulling me up until I was on all fours, only the strength of the material around my neck keeping me upright. “Answer me. Do you want to come?” Zachariel repeated, an edge to his voice.

I mustered the last vestiges of my strength to push myself up, enough for the collar to not cut off my ability to speak.

“It will hurt!” I said.

“Yes,” Zachariel agreed. “Do you still want it?”

There was only one proper answer to this relentless question.

“Yes,” I said.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Zachariel look at Aurelius and Abaddon.

“Turn it off. He will come only on my cock or not at all.”

The sudden cessation of the maddening vibrations left me panting for air, the sensation going from ten to zero in a second, leaving me trembling. But then Zachariel pushed into me once more, and all those pleasure points inside my body exploded like fireworks once more. Truly, Zachariel showed everyone that I didn’t need any toy to cry out when I had him possessing my body so thoroughly, reminding me who I belonged to.

“Can I come? Ngh! Please, let me come,” I pleaded desperately, intimately aware that he had only asked if I wanted to come, and he hadn’t explicitly given me permission to do it.

“Yes, darling, you have earned it,” Zachariel said, then pushed his fingers under the collar, choking me as I came, prolonging the high I experienced by adding oxygen-depravation to the mix.

It probably didn’t last long, but for me, it stretched infinitely, like a second trapped in time, repeating over and over again until I was barely aware that Zachariel had finished inside of me and pulled out as I collapsed against the rug.

He crooned sweet nothings at me, then thanked everybody watching before carrying me to a room where it was just the two of us. No spectators, no one to fear looking beneath my mask, just us.

I made a needy sound, allowing myself to be vulnerable, just a kitten with no claws at the moment. Zachariel bent down to nuzzle me, stroking my hair, holding me close, giving me everything I wanted.

If I were truly a kitten, I would be purring.

Chapter 7

Hellion

The interested guests gathered for a game.

“Now let’s start this show,” I said, clapping my hands together.

“I just want everyone to know that I am here under duress,” Jaheel protested gruffly.

“You will have fun and you will like it,” I threatened. “Now, for the first challenge, I mean game, let’s start with ‘never have I ever.’ Let me demonstrate how the game works. You make a statement about something you have never done, and the rest of the players drink if they have done this thing. For example, ‘never have I ever grown black and white wings’”.