Page 32 of The Devil After Dark

thirty-one

LIANA

I woke suddenly, like something had startled me awake, but my room was quiet.

I rolled over and pulled the covers back over my shoulders.

As I closed my eyes I felt the strange sensation someone was watching me.

My heart skipped a beat. Cassio was probably here.

I let my eyes slowly scan the room. The moonlight filtering through my curtains left my room with dark shadows.

“Can’t sleep?”

I yelped at the voice and sat up, pressing myself back against my headboard and pulling the covers up to cover my naked body. Sometimes he really startled me.

Cassio’s massive figure sat lazily in the chair across from my bed.

I watched him roll his head, stretching his neck.

I should scream. I should say something.

I should do something. Anything . But I was just stuck, shaking and clutching the comforter like it was armor.

I had felt so brave tonight drowning his cameras and sending a snarky message back.

I watched him stand up and he slowly walked to the side of my bed.

I just trembled like a fucking leaf. I was not feeling brave anymore.

A leather gloved hand caressed my cheek and raised my chin. I looked up at his masked face. Fucking Cassio. Cassio was in my house again. In my bedroom. With his fucking mask on. Even after I told him to fuck all the way off. “How do you get in here?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Shh,” his thumb covered my lips, “The question is, why aren’t you wearing my present?

” The lace lingerie dangled from his other hand in front of my face.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fucking fish.

No words came out. Cassio took the lace and trailed it across my collarbone and over my shoulder.

Then in a quick movement, he had it wrapped around my neck.

His gloved hand covered my mouth as I screamed and clutched at the lace around my throat.

He just held me there. “Are you done?” he finally asked.

I merely nodded my head yes. “When I tell you to wear something for me, Angel, you fucking wear it.” I was shaking uncontrollably.

“Tell me you understand.” He slid his gloved hand off my mouth.

“Are you going to kill me?” I whispered. Gloves and lace around my throat. I was definitely dying tonight.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Never, baby, but I told you before, naughty girls get punished.” A small sob left my mouth.

Cassio stroked my hair back and lifted my chin back to him.

“Shh, baby. I said punished, not hurt.” Punished?

How was he going to punish me? Just the thought of all the things he could do had me nearly panicking …

and at the same time, why did a small part of me love that he just kept coming back?

That same small part of me was turned on by the anticipation and unknown of what Cassio could and would do to me now.

I still couldn’t find words as Cassio slowly pulled my comforter and sheets off me.

Instinctively my hands raised to try and cover myself.

Cassio knelt on the bed and moved my leg so he could move between my legs.

I watched him slowly pull off his mask. Then he removed one of his gloves, followed by the other.

His knee pressed up between my legs and one of his hands braced on the headboard as he leaned over me.

His other hand slid into my hair as his face dropped near mine. I breathed him in and felt the steadiness of his hands and saw the calm in his eyes. My eyes dropped to Cassio’s lips, then raised back to his eyes. “What are you going to do?” My voice shook as I asked him.

“Nothing you don’t want me to,” Cassio breathed. His lips pressed a kiss to the corner of mine, then another kiss gently over my lips. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip as his knee pressed against me.

My lips parted and accepted another kiss.

Cassio’s hand pulled me closer as his kisses deepened.

His tongue teased my mouth open and slid in to taste me.

I let my tongue dance against his, my body instantly melting under him.

I let my hands reach for his body and I grasped his shirt at his waist. Cassio pulled me up so I was sitting in front of him, his tongue still tasting my mouth.

I tugged on his shirt, lifting it up over his muscled stomach.

Cassio’s hand released me for a moment as he tore his shirt over his head.

Then he pulled me on top of his lap. I ran my hands along his muscled chest and down his sides, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Any fear I had was now completely gone and only replaced with a growing need.

I needed this man. I needed this crazy man who wouldn’t let me out of his grasp.

The man who broke into my house again and again just to torment me.

I had told him I was done, but in reality I needed to have him as badly as he needed to have me.

Cassio quickly pulled back from my lips and lifted me off him as he stood up.

“Hands on the headboard, Angel.” His demeanor had changed so suddenly I didn’t move.

I watched him take a deep breath and roll his neck and shoulders, then he dropped down to crouch in front of me.

“Hands on the headboard or I will do it for you.”

“Then do it for me,” I leveled back. I was playing with fire.

He was clearly tightly wound tonight and I just could not help myself from pushing him further.

I could see the thrill in his eyes. His control was slipping.

I watched him tilt his head at me in warning and I slowly turned, crawling up my bed and placing my hands on the headboard in front of me.

Cassio leaned over me and used black rope to tie my wrists and hands to the headboard.

Then he left the bed. I heard his steps heading down the hall, away from me and towards the living room.

“Cassio!” I called after him. Was he just going to tie me here and leave me?

I heard water running in my kitchen and sat down to look at the door.

Footsteps paced my condo. Then suddenly they stopped.

After what felt like minutes, I heard Cassio walking back towards the bedroom.

He paused in the doorway, his large frame blocking out the lights from the rest of my condo.

“Baby, I need you to know that I adore you,” Cassio said quietly.

“And what I’m about to do to you is not going to seem like I adore you at all. Do you understand?”

“What?” I whimpered. Fuck. My heart was pounding in my chest. Maybe I had pushed him too far. I had trusted the man who stalked me and broke into my home at night to do terribly dirty things to me. Even after that I could not find a way to get rid of him. Why had I continued to be so stupid?

“All you need to do is be a good girl and do what I tell you to do. You can do that for me right?” Cassio continued. I stared at him, my eyes wide. “You can do that for me right?” he repeated with a bite to his words.

“Yes!” I blurted out.

“Yes, what?” he countered.

“Yes, I will do what you say,” I whispered, my voice quivering. This was not how the turned on version of me had imagined this was going to go. And the logical part of my brain was scolding me with a taunting, “I told you this is how you die.” Not helpful.

Cassio walked to the side of the bed and I watched him slowly pull on his leather gloves.

I looked up at him and his gloved hand stroked my cheek before it slid down to my throat and squeezed.

My mouth opened in shock as my air was cut off.

Then his hand loosened, but didn’t move from my throat.

He leaned down and kissed my lips. “Get on your knees,” he whispered.

I nodded and he let go of me. I grasped the headboard as I pulled myself up to my knees and faced where my hands were tied.

“Look at me,” Cassio ordered, and I turned my head to look at him.

“I adore you,” he repeated. Then I watched in horror as he undid his leather belt and slid it from his belt loops.

“Cassio—” I pleaded. I did not know what he was going to do with his belt, but I was sure it was nothing good.

“Shh, shh, shh, baby.” He put his gloved finger up to his lips. Then he crawled onto the bed and knelt behind me.

There was a quick crack and my ass stung from where the belt had whipped me.

My breath shuddered from me, but he had not used the buckle.

Maybe there was still hope that I was not about to get beaten to death or worse, beaten until I wished I was dead.

I let out a small cry as the belt cracked against my ass again.

Okay. He clearly wasn’t trying to hit me very hard with it and I forced myself to breathe.

“Mmm,” Cassio groaned. “Your ass always just looks so fucking good.” I felt his hands on my hips and his tongue traced where the marks from being hit with the belt across my ass cheeks still stung.

Gods how fucked up was I that I wanted him to do it all again.

His hands rubbed my ass then slid up my back.

Then suddenly the belt was around my neck and Cassio had it pulled tight.

“How many times do you think you can cum tonight, Angel?” Cassio whispered against my ear.

“I … I don’t know,” I stammered back. My hands pulled at the restraints—his belt was around my neck. He could choke me and I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him. I was panicking and trying to grab onto any piece of control I might have.

“Mmm, baby, baby,” his hand on my chin turned my face to his.

“ I will never hurt you.” His eyes pierced into mine as he said the words.

Emotionally he was destroying me, but physically, no, he hadn’t actually hurt me yet.

“Now relax and count how many times you cum for me like the good girl I know you are.” As he kissed my lips he bit the bottom one and sucked it into his mouth.

He knew that ruined me. He knew that he turned me on so much I could never tell him no.

Cassio moved back behind me, the light pressure on the belt around my neck told me it was still in his hand. Then he teased the tip of the leather down my spine before spanking me with his gloved hand.

The bed moved and Cassio’s hands ran down my thighs and his head dipped down and I felt his breath on my ass.

His tongue teased next to my pussy and my back involuntarily arched.

Then he licked straight through the center, stopping to dip his tongue inside of me.

His teeth sunk into my ass as he groaned, “I love the way you taste.” Then his tongue was back between my legs.

One of his gloves slapped my ass before he tossed it on the pillow next to me.

I felt his fingers circle my clit as Cassio’s tongue slid inside of me again.

This man’s tongue did terrible things to me.

My entire body heated and my legs started to shake a little as it thrust inside of me.

Then it slid out and up to my asshole. His finger replaced where his tongue had just been inside of me moments before and stroked a moan out of me as his tongue now teased my tight ass.

“Fuck, Cassio,” I gasped as I felt my body giving way to the pleasure he always knew how to draw out of me.

Cassio licked up my crack and continued up my spine. How many times could I climax? Was that even punishment?

It was absolutely a punishment. And the most fucked up part was I was already plotting ways to piss him off enough to make him punish me again.

Cassio had to nearly hold me upright in the shower afterwards and now I was lying motionless tucked into the pillows on my bed.

Cassio was massaging my still trembling muscles and putting arnica on what were clearly going to be bruises tomorrow.

I gave in as Cassio guided me to roll on my side and his hand stroked along my hip.

I wanted to say something. Anything. But I wasn’t quite sure what to say.

I tried to reach out to him, but my arm wouldn’t move.

I urged my body to roll to my back … I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t even wiggle a finger. “Cassio, I can’t move!

” The words spilled from my mouth. I could talk. I could breathe. I couldn’t move.

I watched Cassio’s lips trace along my hip. “Can you feel that?” he asked.

“No!” I couldn’t feel that. I couldn’t feel his hands on my skin anymore either. “Cassio, what’s happening?”

“I’m using magic to hold you still, and you don’t need to feel this either,” he whispered and planted another kiss on my hip.

CASSIO

Liana would never forget she was mine. Not after drawing out every last orgasm her body could handle and definitely not after I tattooed my name on her skin.

There was a point where having too many orgasms crossed into uncontrollable ecstasy that was both torturous and addictive.

I had pulled her across that line tonight.

I had also learned how hard she actually liked it—which was pleasantly up to par with my liking too.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was panicked.

Gods I was sick enough to love that she panicked.

That fear in her voice was unbelievably arousing.

I hadn’t used my magic on her much yet even though I was certainly thinking of all the ways I could.

I carefully pulled on the disposable gloves and laid out my supplies.

“I am going to tattoo my name on you so that you never forget you’re mine,” I said once everything was arranged and ready.

“What?” she gasped.

“You heard me right. You thought you could just tell me to fuck off and that would be the end of this, but I need you to know there is no end. You are mine and the next step is you move in with me, then I make you my wife. But today, we are starting with making sure you, and everyone else, knows who you belong to,” I said as readied the tattoo gun over her skin.

I looked up at her again and the panic had left her eyes.

They were wide and her mouth was slightly open like she was going to say something bratty back, but simply forgot what to say.

I watched her close her mouth slowly and swallow.

My perfect fucking woman wasn’t even going to argue.