“You need to leave.”
I turn around and see the maid staring at me. My cheeks flame and I hurry up and close the box.
“Mr. Cayden would be pissed if he found out you’re snooping in his stuff.”
I dust off my clothes and stand up. “Please, don’t tell him.”
She nods. “If you do it again, then I must report to him.”
“It won’t happen again.”
I hurry out the room and rush to the bedroom and turn on the TV, and I fall asleep. I wake up to Devious tapping me on the shoulder. He has blood on his black shirt.
“What happened?” I ask, pointing to the blood.
“Run my bath water,” he orders, frowning. I don’t want to fight with him so I get out of the bed and rush to the bathroom, turning the silver knob and filling the tub. He strides into the bathroom, fully naked and he sits into the steamy water.
My eyes examined every inch of his body, including his semi-hard dick.
“Get naked and join me.”
I want to tell him no, but the way he’s looking at me, he doesn’t seem like he’s in the mood for my mouth. So, I strip off my clothes and I sit on the opposite side of him as he stares at my breasts.
I take the bottle of soap and he snatches it from my hand, squirting it on his palms.
“Come here,” he commands.
I squeeze myself between his legs and his erection grows harder against my ass. He washes my back, my arms, my legs, and feet. Then he shoves his fingers in my core and I let out of whimper.
He places his finger on my clit and I make soft moans until I cum. “Now you wash me.”
I do what he says, then we get out of the tub. Devious wraps a thick cotton robe around my body and we stroll to the bedroom.
He goes into the walk-in closet, grab a belt and my heart beats into a million pieces.
“D-did I do something?”
He shakes his head. “Fight me.”
“Why?”
“I said fight me.”
“B-but why? I do everything you want.”
“I need to hurt you.”
My heart flip flops in my chest and adrenaline buzzes into my blood stream. “B-but I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“You will be rewarded, I promise you, you will be. But, I need this. I need you to fight me.”
I continue to stare at him, and he frowns.
“My patience is running thin.”
“Please. Devious.”
He waltzes up to me, cupping my cheeks, then he kisses me long and soft. “Now, run,” he whispers in my ear. I search his eyes for an answer, then my mind goes back to what he said to me when I first met him. He likes that I fight him. He wants to hurt me, and he feeds off my fears. I nod, understanding what he wants. I push him, then I slap him across the face. He smiles. His fucking smile is vile, and it turns me on. I’m sick as him for enjoying this little game.
“You’re going to pay for what you did, my little Nymph.”
I take off running towards the door and he grabs me by the neck, bringing me into a kiss, then he pushes me on the bed, and he smacks my ass hard. I wail out in tears and he smacks my flesh again and again and again. Then he tosses the belt onto the floor, climbs on top of me, pinning my hands above my head. I’m oddly turned on how he’s forcing himself on me. He kisses every drop of my tears as I feel his hard erection on my thigh. Then he kisses me rough as he shoves his finger inside of me.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he tells me as he places his fingers on my clit working it in circle and I moan his name over and over again, until I cum on his finger. He slides his fingers out of me, and moments later, he’s pinching my nipples. It hurts and feels good at the same time. He flips me over. He kisses me down my stomach and makes his way to clit again, his wet tongue circles lightly and I moan, begging for more. My tears around my eyes begins to dry and I’m ready for him to fuck me. I cum again on his tongue and before I know it his dick is inside of my core, stretching me. He thrusts into me hard. He grips my hips and fucks me harder than he has before. His nails dig into my flesh as he stares into my eyes. He puts his hand around my throat, choking me, but not enough where I can’t breathe. He pulls out, shooting his cum all over my clit.
“I’ll be back,” he says. He disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a cream. He sits on the bed, next to me. “Lie on my lap.”
I do what he says. Tears well in my eyes as he smooths the cream on my flesh.
“I’m sorry for what I did. I lost control and I was a lot rough tha—”
“I enjoyed it,” I blurt out. He stares into my eyes, so I continue. “I’m crying because I feel awful for wanting you to hurt me. I feel like a freak,” I finally admit. “This isn’t
