Page 14 of The Devil After Dark

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LIANA

I woke to my covers being torn from my body and hands grabbing my ankles.

I screamed and tried to break free, but something tugged on my wrists.

Oh gods my hands were already tied to something above my head.

I tried to kick my legs, but the hands released me even though there was still pressure wrapping around my ankles.

I could hardly lift my legs an inch and they were pulled wide open.

I was completely and utterly exposed. I blinked my eyes, trying to catch my breath, and searched my nearly pitch black room.

A huge man stood at the foot of my bed. The light from the moon and the stars was seeping in through cracks in my curtains and only casting shadows.

“Untie me,” I pleaded pathetically. What the fuck else was I supposed to say?

The shadow stepped forward and I saw the same mask.

He was back. And I had been “bratty.” I guess I had asked for this …

in some weird way. He just shook his head no.

Then I watch him crawl onto the foot of my bed between my legs.

His gloved hands ran up my legs, his thumb skimming over my pussy before continuing up to my br easts.

One hand gently wrapped my neck as his other squeezed my breast. Why was I already so wet for this?

For him? I should be completely terrified, right?

Definitely not thinking about his tongue between my legs and what he could do to me with my extremities tied to the bed.

His fingers slid from my neck and he pinched my nipples in a way that made me groan with need.

I felt so completely terrified and unreasonably turned on at the same time.

The masked man knelt between my spread legs and I watched him slowly undo his pants.

He pulled out his massive and already hard cock.

I embarrassingly rocked my hips towards it …

And immediately regretted my decision as he held his hard dick in one hand and pulled out a knife with the other.

He lay the flat part of the knife blade right on my skin between my legs.

“Behave, baby girl. This is just a warning. Talk back again I will have to actually punish you,” he said, his voice low.

I choked on a half sob as I sucked in my breath.

Then I tensed as his fingers slid between my legs, coating them in my wetness before smearing it on his own dick.

He held the knife firmly in place as he slowly started stroking himself.

All I could do was watch. If I moved, I was sure the knife was going to cut me.

I probably should have looked away, but I could not tear my eyes away from his hand as it squeezed his dick and stroked it in long firm pumps.

My mouth was watering at the sight of it.

My body was tingling and my muscles almost spasming as I tried to hold still under his blade.

Watching him stroke himself above me as I was tied to the bed had my body nearly begging for some sort of touch or friction.

All it had was the rope around my extremities and the flat side of the knife blade—and that wasn’t enough.

But it was enough to keep me as still as I possibly could be as my breaths became ragged and between my legs grew wetter.

His warm and sticky cum shot all over my stomach and it just kept coming. I was nearly panting and moaning with him as I watched. I wanted that inside me. I wanted to feel the swell of his dick and the way it twitched as it filled me with this fountain of cum.

Cum splashed onto my breasts as he gave a few final thrusts into his own hand.

I watched him settle back, his chest heaving as he looked down at me from behind the mask.

Then he tucked himself back into his pants.

I felt the knife blade lift from my skin and let my body relax a little.

I was just watching him stand at the foot of my bed.

Cool air was already drying the cum on my skin, making my skin pebble more.

In a quick movement the masked man cut the bindings that were holding my ankles down.

Then in a few steps he was next to my bed and one of my hands came free.

My arm was tingling and I realized it had nearly gone numb from being tied over my head.

I sucked in a quick inhale as he raised my chin with the knife. “Behave,” he said. Then the knife was gone and he was already across my room leaving through my door. A moment later I heard my front door close. He had left. He had just jerked off and made me watch and then left.

I awkwardly pushed myself up and grabbed at the rope still around my bound wrist with my free hand.

A few minutes later I had figured out how to untie it.

My skin cracked with the drying cum all over my stomach and breasts.

I was alive. Not satisfied in the slightest—more like completely turned on and disappointed—but I was alive.

Not a terrible punishment for being a smart ass.