Page 69 of The Man Upstairs

I closed my eyes as he took position on the sofa. My nipples were hard and my skin had goosebumps, the dildo still on the seat between my thighs.

My eyes were still closed when I felt the heat of him as he leant in, and then came his tongue, lapping from my tits all the way up my throat. His face was in mine as he picked up the dildo.

“Let’s make you a filthy little angel, then,” he said. “The rabbit hole starts here.”

Chapter Seventeen

Julian

I wasover and done with fighting my demons. So many futile attempts, always failing. The beasts always won, no matter how hard I fought. And this fight was the hardest I’d ever faced.

I stood no chance whatsoever of winning this war. To think otherwise was nothing short of delusion. Rosie was a greater temptation than all of the other princesses combined.

I knew her poor, perfect pussy would still be hurting as she teased me with it, but if this depraved story of us was the rabbit hole the angel wanted to go tumbling down, I’d go tumbling with her, gladly.

I swapped the smaller dildo for the next size up and my face was in hers as I pushed the head of it inside her, well aware of just how much it would hurt as she stretched. I’d seen thick dildos brutalising tender pussies many, many times before.

Sure enough, she flinched. Braced herself.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

I pushed in further. She screwed her eyes closed.

“How about now?”

“No.”

I couldn’t help but smile a filthy smile.

If she really wanted to see the seedy truth behind her hero, it was right here in front of her. The veil had been pulled aside. My needs were becoming selfish.

The devils in my blood were baying for filthy games, clearly, but the angel wasn’t turning away to run and hide. She was being tainted. By me.

Rosie was still a barely legal little goddess, but she was turning from an Eve to a Lilith, right before my eyes.

“Look at me, Rosie.”

She opened her eyes, eyes that shone with fear and trepidation through the lenses of her cute glasses.

“How does your cunt feel?”

“Good,” she said.

“Tell me how it really feels.” I pushed the dildo in another inch and my little angel gasped.

“A bit sore,” she said, “But it’s nice.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, working the dildo just a little, “any pain will soon turn into pleasure.”

Her breaths were coming louder, her cheeks flaming up. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Show me how you want your cunt used,” I told her. “Work your hips for me.”

I held the dildo still, loving how she tried to move – still too inexperienced to do anything but wriggle back and forth. She didn’t know how to fuck herself deep, or find the right spot to drive herself wild, and that was beautiful. Her enthusiastic innocence was the most addictive thing of all.

I should have been kind and taken it a lot more slowly. Should and did are two very different things, however. My urges had me in a vice grip, overpowering my morality beyond all measure.