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Luke

Devil Eyes by Luke Muzzic

D ropping my keys on the entry table, I call out into the dark expanse of the house beyond, “Oh Sweetness, I’m home.”

I try to mask the displeasure in my voice, luring her into a false sense of safety. She’s probably already skittish after whatever she saw in the control room. Liv and I were gone from the homes that are covered by security cameras. But I’m sure she recognized her own house and her best friend’s house on my wall of monitors that my tech guru best friend insisted on setting up in my new house. He said my simple plan of hiding a nanny cam in her room was absolutely unacceptable. I guess having a best friend that’s a cyber security genius has its perks when it comes to stalking.

Savory smells of delicious food waft from the kitchen as I pad through the dark rooms of the house. This house is entirely too large for the two of us, but soon it’ll be three. Then once I fill my girls with children, the house will be full of love and laughter. The thought sends pleasurable warmth crawling down my spine. I never thought of myself as a family man, not after the shit I went through. But the thought of my girls round and ripe, carrying my fucking children in their wombs … yeah just that daydream has my cock hardening to the point of tenting my slacks. This home is large, secluded, and the style is obscure enough to peak Liv’s interest.

I call her Flower to her face but really she’s a siren, a temptress who has thrown my entire life off course. She came into my world with her vibrance, and strong vulnerability, and turned my entire life upside down. It’s because of her that I couldn’t let Celeste go and it’s because of my intense need for them both that all of my plans have changed. The need for revenge is no longer as important to me as they are. I would burn this fucking world to the ground if it meant I could dance on the ashes with the women who have stolen my entire blackened heart. I am not a good man, but for them, I will be the man they need me to be.

As I enter the kitchen, I loosen the top button of my black shirt and allow myself to soak in the sight in front of me. Celeste is wearing the skimpiest little dress. It’s all frills, and lace, and barely covers her luscious ass. The curve where her backside meets her thighs is visible to me while she reaches forward to grab a pinch of salt and I can’t stop the animalistic growl that leaves my chest as I observe her delicious figure. Fuck, I want to sink inside her and live in her warmth, but first she needs to be taught a lesson.

Maybe I should just be happy she’s still fucking here and didn’t run screaming .

Moving behind her, I wrap my arms around her torso. “It smells good.”

“Thanks,” she mumbles, refusing to lift her head and make eye contact with me. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be back, but I figured I’d have tacos ready just in case.”

I pull her from the stove and spin her to face me. With my fingers on her chin, I tilt her head back to look me in the eyes. Her hazel irises are filled with trepidation.

“I will always come back to you, pet. Always.” I lean down to lay a soft kiss on her forehead. “But you’ve been a bad girl today, haven’t you?”

Her face blanches at my words and I can’t help the small tinge of excitement that tingles at the base of my spine.

“You’re going to finish the meal, eat some food, then meet me upstairs in the playroom, Sweetness.”

Without waiting for a response from her, I turn on my heel and head upstairs. The ornate black banister is cool underneath my fingers as I glide up the curved staircase. Each of my footfalls echoes around the cavernous space below. I want her to sense my displeasure. I want her to be afraid. I want her to submit to me and learn from this. Rules are in place for a reason. I would never make superfluous rules that did not have a clear rationale behind them. She needs to learn her lesson.

When I reach our playroom, I take my time undoing each button before nicely folding my shirt and laying it neatly on the chair in the corner. The sheets on the bed have been recently washed and cleaned, but we won’t be needing them tonight. I peruse my wall of toys, looking for the right tools for this evening when I hear the door creak slightly. I grab the cuffs from the hook and hold them tightly in my palm, the cool metal calming against my heated skin.

I spin and see Celeste standing in the doorway. Her long, dark hair hangs like two curtains across her face, hiding her from me as she timidly stares at her feet. Her hourglass figure is bathed in soft light from the hallway behind her, giving the impression of an ethereal glow. My sweet angel has come to repent with the Devil for her sinful ways. What a fucking sight she is.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” I ask her with a slight surprise.

She could have run. The keys were downstairs and the doors are always unlocked. After what she undoubtedly saw today, I’m surprised she’s not already gone. And yet, here she stands—ready to repent before her master.

“Yes,” she whispers as she steps into the room.

“Strip,” I command. “And get on your knees.”

Without another word, she willingly follows my command. Slipping the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders, she lets the silky fabric pool around her waist and exposes the pale flesh of her breasts to me. They’re so pristine, begging to be marked. She slides the dress down her hips and thighs before letting it fall to the ground. Her skin pebbles in the cool air as she stands bare before me. I want to lick the entire expanse of her body and feel the rough bumps of her sensitive flesh against my tongue. I’m craving to savor the intoxicating mix of her fear and pleasure.

She raises her head, her golden irises alight with emotion. “Yes sir,” she agrees before sinking to her knees before me.

“Good girl,” I praise as I close the distance between us, stepping right into her space.

I bring her wrists to the front and place the cuffs against her pale skin. She instinctively attempts to pull away, but I hold firmly, squeezing slightly to remind her of her place. She relents, allowing me to cuff her wrists in front of her waist.

Rising back up to my full height and slipping my fingers into her silken locks, I yank her head backwards until she’s peering up at me through teary eyes. “You went into a room that you were forbidden from entering, didn’t you?”

For a moment, a flash of defiance flickers across her face, but only for a moment, and then it’s gone. “Yes, Master,” she concedes.

“And what do bad girls get, Sweetness?” I prod while letting my fingers pull tighter against her hair.

She winces slightly and the sight of her pain has my cock thickening in my pants. “Punished, sir.”

“That’s right,” I say as I move my other hand to my waistband.

I pop the button of my trousers and slowly pull down my zipper. My hardened length springs free as I slide off my pants and briefs. The sweet little thing on her knees before me widens her eyes, her pupils blown wide as she realizes what I have planned for her.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, pet.”

My blood instantly boils when she does not comply. Her mouth stays firmly shut while her eyes stay locked on mine. I have half a mind to tie her down and spank her until her ass is redder than the pits of fucking Hell.

Fucking brat.

“Tell me why you’re watching Liv,” she mumbles quickly before shutting her mouth tightly again.

“That’s not how this works, my love.” I swiftly move my hand to her face and plug her nose. “You’re on your knees to repent to your savior, sweet angel. It’s not the sinner’s place to make demands, but rather to make amends.”

Her eyes go wide with panicked realization. She flails and tries to stand but she’s awkward with her hands cuffed. I easily push her back down with my free hand, refusing to let go of her nose. Her face begins to redden and her eyes water with unshed tears as her lungs begin to burn. I can’t stop the smirk that pulls at my lips as I watch her body submit to me.

With a desperate wheeze, she opens her mouth and sucks in air. I give her just a moment before shoving my length into her open mouth. She gags and whines against my dick but I don’t give a shit. “You earned your punishment, now be a good little slut for me and show me just how badly you feel about breaking the rules,” I demand as I ram into her face mercilessly.

Tears and snot stream down her pale cheeks, painting her face with the evidence of the brutal agony of this punishment. I don’t let up despite her whimpers and whines as I thrust into her mouth, hitting the softness of her throat over and over again.

“Fuck, pet,” I moan as I hold onto both sides of her beautiful, filthy face for leverage, “your throat feels like motherfucking Heaven.”

Pulling out of her mouth, I give her just a moment to catch her breath. “Please,” she pants between desperate gasps. “I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you won’t hurt he—”

I don’t let her finish that thought. I shove my long length back down her throat, pounding into her brutally. Her cuffed hands grip onto the front of my pants, desperately holding on while I fuck her face. I need her to not just know , but to fucking feel, how angry that accusation makes me.

“Why do you care?” I can feel my balls tighten as her throat constricts around the heated head of my dick. “If she’s just your friend, then what’s it matter if I’m keeping an eye on her?”

I need her to say it. I need to fucking hear her admit it to not just me, but to herself.

I pull out again and let her suck in more choked breaths. She gags and splutters on the floor. Spit and snot run down her face, and yet she looks absolutely fucking beautiful—my beautiful, desperate disaster.

“Say it, Sweetness,” I prod as she holds herself up on her hands and knees.

She slowly raises her eyes to meet mine. The amber flame is back in her irises, making them more gold than green in the low light of the play room. She sits back on her heels and wipes the spit from her chin with her cuffed hands. Even on her knees, naked and being used for my pleasure, she’s a fucking goddess. She sucks all the light from the room and glows effortlessly in the darkness surrounding her. I will never not be entranced by the beautiful creature on her knees at my feet.

“Why are you following my friend, sir?” she finally asks.

Wrong fucking answer.

I slip my fingers into her hair again and yank on the strands sharply, causing her to open her mouth in a surprised gasp. When she does, I take the opportunity to slide my length between her swollen red lips. The anger painted across her face is absolutely delicious. I want her to be mad. I want her to be angry. I want her to be desperate.

I pump my cock in and out of her tight throat with wild abandon. It feels so fucking good. I’m so close to blowing down her throat, but I need her to admit the truth before we’re done here. “Say it, Sweetness. Tell me why she’s so important to you. Tell me why I shouldn’t let you watch while I ruin her.”

Pulling out of her sweet, soft lips again I give her a moment before bringing the tip to her lips again.

“Wait! Wait!” she begs with her hands pushing against her thighs. “Fine, stop. I love her.”

Fucking finally.

She sighs, her head falling downward as I release her from my punishing grip. I take a small step back, allowing her the space to breathe.

“Please don’t ruin her.” Her voice is sad and soft. I probably bruised her throat. “Please don’t hurt her. I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave Liv alone.”

In one swift motion I lift her from the floor and cradle her in my arms. The surprised gasp that leaves her lips causes my mouth to tip up in an almost smile. I like when she makes cute little noises like that. I drop her delicately on the soft satin sheets of the bed before returning to the wall of toys. Selecting a standard pink plastic toy, I move back to where my girl is splayed across the bed. Confusion and concern are painted across her face.

“Good girl, pet,” I croon as I crawl onto the bed between her spread legs. “I’ve been waiting for you to admit that so that we can move forward.”

“Move forward with wha—”

I don’t let her finish her sentence. Now is not the time to explain. “Not now, my love. Right now, you’ve been a good girl. And what do good girls get?”

Her eyes hold some reservation but I can see the evidence of her arousal leaking from the apex of her thighs. “Rewards?” she asks with hesitation.

“That’s right, Sweetness,” I confirm as I turn on the pink vibrator. “Now spread those legs like a good girl and let me give you your reward.”