Page 146 of Dance With A Devil

Spade holds up a pink vibrator, wets it in his mouth, then nods to me.

“Let’s begin,” he says, pushing the toy deep into her pussy at the same time I slide past her lips.

“Oh.” she moans, muffled by my length.

Spade's hand cracks down on her again. “This is pain and pleasure, Athens. We blend them until you don’t know which one you're begging for.”

His thumb eases inside her first, and she flinches.

“That’s just the warm-up,” he warns. “Relax.”

She moans around my cock as her eyes flutter up at me. Begging, brimming, broken.

Then he pushes in two fingers. Her hips twitch, thighs shaking.

I thread my fingers into her hair and start to move.

Spade looks at me, nods once, then goes in.

“All of it,” he groans as he presses past her resistance, breaching her inch by inch. “Take it, Brat.”

“Eyes on me,” I command, and she looks up, tears spilling down her cheeks as I slide deep into her throat, her body stretched at both ends.

She’s caught in the Devil’s crossfire, and loving it.

Her ass clenches. Spade slaps it again.

“Relax or I’ll pull out and start over,” he snarls, fighting to get all the way in. “There. Fuck, you’re tight.”

She whines around my cock, a sound I’ll bottle and keep forever.

“That’s the point,” I hiss. “Now suck. Like you mean it. Like you're proud of that mouth.”

And she does.

Like a woman trying to prove she’s worthy of our hell.

Spade starts to move, slow at first, then with purpose. The vibrator buzzes inside her. My hips rock forward. Her body twitches between us like a live wire.

“You’re doing so well,” Spade breathes. “Look at you. Taking both our cocks. Like a perfect fucking whore.”

I tighten my grip in her hair, fucking her mouth just a little deeper. “Show me what else you can take.”

Her lips are wet, drool sliding down her chin. Her eyes are wild.

But she’s not breaking.

She’s blooming.

This is her proving ground.

And by the time we’re finished, there won’t be a single inch of her that doesn’tbelongto us.

Forever.

She moans, a ragged, muffled cry, as her throat stretches around me, and Spade slams into her one last brutal time.

“Athens, fuck, I love you. Goddamn it, I do.”