Page 52 of Sinful Pride

I swallowed a noise as my knees hit the floor a bit too hard and immediately went to open Beelzebub’s leather pants up. Even though the constricting material tried to fight me, I had the black cock with red veins in my hand in a flash. A commanding pull on my hair, and I swallowed the quickly hardening length without much ado.

“While I’m getting serviced, you can take a look at what’s in the drawer over there,” Beelzebub directed Raphael.

I couldn’t see what the angel had found, but the gasp he let out was promising. I squirmed a bit, loving the suspense of not knowing what lay in wait for me.

Even though curiosity ate at me, I was too preoccupied with trying to gulp down the inhuman dick in front of me to track Raphael’s movements, so I startled when his hand pressed against my back.

“Can you stop for a second, precious? Lean back a little and let me get your shirt off,” Raphael instructed.

I slid off Beelzebub’s cock with a wet pop and dutifully lifted my arms, allowing for the easy removal of the shirt. That done, I tried to reach for the hard cock again, but Beelzebub stopped me. “You can do it without your hands. In fact, keep them behind your back.”

I shifted on my knees, positioning myself to have better leverage and a more stable position, then put my hands where I was ordered.

“Now, keep still,” Raphael murmured, and a second later I realized why he said that when a black fabric fell over my eyes. I groaned at the idea of being blindfolded while sucking Beelzebub off and as soon as the fabric was tied around my head, I dove for my prize, searching it out with my lips alone. The head of the blackened cock slid over my tongue before I surrounded it with the tight heat of my mouth and swallowed it down.

I discovered having your hands free and your sight uncumbered really made fellatio much easier, but after some testing tries, I discovered I just needed to make my movements more contained, not sliding too far as to risk the head slipping out of my mouth and it would work fine. Raphael helped me when my arms involuntarily wanted to slip from their position behind my back by curling his own fingers around my wrists, keeping me contained, free to concentrate on my task.

How was it Beelzebub was getting his cock sucked, yet it was I who was the loudest person in the room? My breathless moans and deeper, guttural groans were only partially muffled by the thick cock and yet the sounds overshadowed the demon’s quiet panting.

Lost in the sensation, focusing too much on how wonderful everything felt, I didn’t properly accommodate for the movement of Beelzebub’s hips and choked. I instinctually pulled off as Beelzebub’s clawed hand got a vicious hold on my hair.

“You can do better than that,” Beelzebub said. “Now, open up your mouth, whore. I’m going to fuck your throat.”

My mouth dropped open, saliva shining on my lips as I braced myself, my eyes squeezed tightly shut behind my blindfold. Beelzebub truly did fuck my mouth until I was gasping again, unable to think but riding on instinct that told me to stop resisting the invasion that stole my breath. Beelzebub’s pleasure was more important than air, after all.

I didn’t have enough balance for Beelzebub’s vicious fucking, but Raphael curled his hand around my chest and pressed against my back to keep me in place. Between that and the painful grip of my hair, I couldn’t escape, forced to accept what was being done to me.

I whimpered, lost in sensations that were magnified by my lack of sight.

When I felt the heat building low in my belly, signaling my climax approaching, I tried to convey that, maybe ask for permission, as I usually did, but I couldn’t form words. I only managed to emit a muffled noise, a plea for release that went unheeded.

My thighs shook as I came, my cock spilling into my pants. As Beelzebub finally spilled with a curse, his taste flooded my mouth. My tongue sought out every drop of hot cum and I swallowed obediently, not daring to let a drop escape.

“Turnabout is fair play,” Raphael said as he released me. I slumped forward onto Beelzebub, my heart still beating wildly. “You made me come in my pants, so now I’ve returned the favor.”

“I, for one, am glad not to have cum stains in my pants. They’re a bitch to get out of leather and extremely uncomfortable.”

Feeling the stickiness, I winced as I tried to move.

“Yeah, this isn’t the most pleasant sensation. Do you have a change of pants I can borrow?” Raphael asked sheepishly.

“Sure, we can find something for you two. I hope you like black. But first, how about a bath? Let me show you the joys of modernity,” Beelzebub suggested.

We ended up in a large jacuzzi. It was truly delightful to sink into the warm water and have Beelzebub show off all the jets, massagers, and functions. I thought they would unbind my arms for this part, but both of my lovers decided I looked fetching like this, so they took off the rest of my clothes and maneuvered me into the water.

Maybe I should have protested, but the mindset I was in meant I could let myself remain in this submissive state for a while longer. I wasn’t as deep in subspace as I sometimes got, but the warm water and the atmosphere made me feel boneless, relaxed, and content. Beelzebub even let me lay my head on his shoulder while Raphael kept rowing, his hand on my thigh, our legs entwined. I allowed myself to drift contentedly.

Chapter 20

Beelzebub

I refused to squirm in my seat like a naughty child in front of a school principal. My spine was ramrod straight, and I kept my eye contact with my adversary, unlike Raphael, who was avoiding Zachariel’s eyes.

“Why have you summoned us here?” Raphael asked.

“You two have been dating Tirael for a few months now and, from what I can see, it has been going well. It certainly had a positive effect on all of you.”

“But? If you plan to give us the shovel talk, know that Hellion already did this part,” I scoffed.