Page 91 of Forgive Me, Father

My paddle wandered, over softer skin, more swollen flesh.Her breast turned red instantly and the demon growled.

I grabbed her jaw and kissed her roughly, already imagining the euphoria of fucking her mouth later.

I sucked on her lip as the kiss broke, and I chucked the paddle to the side once her body carried red patches everywhere.

Next came the pinwheel.This wasn’t any ordinary one, it was designed to draw blood with each cruel turn.

I chose the flesh just below her navel.

Her body tensed, a sharp jerk followed by a low grunt escaping her lips, as I rolled the pinwheel against her skin.

Her rapid breathing stirred the darkness inside me, coaxing it to the surface and somehow calming it.She knew exactly what I needed to keep my demon locked away.

I lifted the pinwheel and slowly dragged it over the soft flesh of her inner thighs.She instinctively tried to pull away as the pins punctured her skin, leaving a trail of tiny marks.

When she cried out, I lifted the pinwheel.

I absolutely loved her pain.I chose the flesh just underneath her left breast and more grunts slipped from her lips as she fought against the sting.

Little red dots formed where her blood seeped through the layer of skin; the visual made my dick pulse.

I pressed my finger into her blood and drew my name onto her skin.She was mine, but in every way, I was hers too.She carved her mark on me, ensuring I was bound to her, not just now, but forever.

I licked at her blood on my finger and then grunted.Her breaths came in heavy, uneven gasps, and I could see it on her face, the pain was real, undeniable.

I leaned in closer to her cunt, the proximity stirring something deep within me, my breath brushing against her wetness as I drew gentle circles against her engorged clit.

Another cry left her lips as she shook against the restraints.

“Fuuuuuck!”The curse word fell from her lips.

“Don’t come.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose, her head falling back against the slab, her body tensing as she surrendered to my command.

“Good girl,” I praised her, pride infusing my words.I knew she was close.But it would be better if she could hold it off a little longer.

She always came hard, and I wanted to experience her pleasure around my cock that was already tenting my pants.She was making me so fucking hard that I couldn’t see straight.

I left to grab a butt plug and one of my monster-sized dildos.

I was curious to see how she would handle them and rushed back to her side.

I smothered the butt plug in a thick layer lube, watched it spill down in a glossy cascade.

Another whimper left her lips as I dragged the blunt end of the plug through her folds and down her slit toward the rosette of her ass.

She gasped, her body tensing.

“Just relax.I promise it will feel good.”

She did as I said and slowly, her muscles started to relax as the butt plug slid in.“That’s it.Good girl.”

The monster dildo was next.“If you come, I’ll have to punish you another way, you hear?Your pussy only comes when I tell you to.”

She bit her lower lip.

“Do you understand, Camilla?”