Page 5 of Devil in Disguise
The muzzle part of his mask is ripped away, and his mouth descends on me like a man searching for water in the desert and my pussy is his oasis.
I moan, and he takes that as encouragement, using his hands to lift my ass and tilt my hips, so he has a better angle.
Giving someone else a bit of the control I crave is a lot like handing out trust, but he takes the gift carefully. What’s odd is, I feel like I can trust him with it, even though I’ve known him for all of twenty minutes.
Looking at the clock, I gasp in both pleasure and shock when I realize we have been on stage for over an hour. Looking out at the seats, I find all of them are filled, the room packed with people as this man brings me to the edge in front of them all.
Suddenly, this feels more intimate, and I no longer want to share it with this audience. So, even though I’m about to come, I tug the leash, pulling my pup to look at me with a stunned expression on his face.
“They will all need to come back if they wish to see what I have planned for you.”
With those final words, and a lot of complaining coming from the audience, I stand and pull the man up with me. The curtain closes, leaving us in darkness as I crash our lips together, tasting myself on his tongue.
He moves with me, not demanding more but patiently waiting for me to make the decisions and call the shots.
And this is how I know I can trust him to let me lead.
Alexi gave me a room to get ready in, that I can also use as a playroom, so I pull on the leash and drag this man with me. It’s strange for me to be moving quickly like this, but the pent-up need from the past year has likely worn me down.
I need this like I need air, and I plan on taking it with him.
We make it to the room where I push him onto the bed. He goes willingly, staring up at me as if we know each other.
“What now?” he asks. His voice sounds familiar, and something tells me to pay attention when I notice the outline of his face without the muzzle piece.
“Tell me what you want me to do, my devil, and I will. I’m yours.”
Those words, the way he is giving me the power. Gods, I could cry because this is everything I have wanted. A play partner who truly understands the dynamic I am searching for.
“Hands above your head. Take off your pants and spread your legs for me.”
Without hesitation he follows my orders. The man even folds his pants, setting them on the nightstand while I grab the restraints from the rack next to the bed.
Yeah, I think I want to keep him.
He messed up by not wearing a cock cage, so I plan to punish him in an extra special way for that.
Using the restraints, I fasten his limbs to the four bed posts. Seeing his perfect body spread out on the black sheets for me, fully at my mercy, has me dripping for him.
But I ignore that for now because I want to play with my perfect little pup.
“You disobeyed me tonight,” I say, walking around the bed as I admire the man that is at my mercy.
“Yes, my devil. I did.”
I open the drawer in the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. “But you also impressed me out there and in here.”
Watching him carefully, I enjoy the way he’s equally proud of himself as he is disappointed with the lack of a punishment. It’s amusing.
“So, because of that, instead of making the edging last for thirty minutes, I will cut it in half.”
He sucks in a sharp breath and his cock jumps, making me cackle. He’s so eager that I know this will be difficult for him.
“Yes, my devil.”
Crawling to sit beside him on the bed, I stroke his chest with my black gloved finger, loving the way he shudders under mytouch. Using just the tip of my nail, I trace the outline of his nipple.
He whimpers, the sound like music to my ears.