Devil in Disguise 😈(RansomDrysdale)

Sweet temptation

Warning this chapter contains: swearing,
Smut

*3 weeks later  *

Ransom's POV

" Ransom, man, come to the party. It will be fun " I groan and rub my forehead at the request my friend was making ." Des, you know that's not a good  idea; with my parents being there, I haven't seen them since I was  arrested."

The line goes quiet, and I had to double-check to see if des was still on the line " Ransom Man, it's been two years since the incident; your a better man now " well, that's what he thinks. Just imagine if I said aw yeah, man, you know I have a girl staying with me, and she lets me torture her for fun I bet that would totally go down well.

Once again, Des begs, " Rans come on; you owe me, man, for all those parties you have dragged me to " I roll my eye, being thankful that Des couldn't see me through the phone.

I opened my mouth to tell him no again, but I was distracted by Nola wearing nothing but a shirt and panties fuck... she shuffled into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. While making food, She notices I'm in the kitchen and gives me a small smile and tries to say something , but I don't smile back. Instead, I give her a blunt look.

Nola frowns and gets the picture that I don't want to talk, and she takes her bowl of cereal to go as she shuffles out of the kitchen; I can't help but glance down at her ass, and a wicked idea comes to mind.

While thinking of my idea, my thoughts were interrupted by Des blabbering on, " come on, just come for an hour. There's a chance you could get laid, man, you need it " he was right; I could use a good fuck Des tries to continue to talk, but I cut him off mid-sentence " I'll go Des and I'm bringing a plus one " I could just imagine him smirking right now " ooo hot date " I smirk at what I had planned " let's just say this party is going to be exciting well for me at least anyway send me the details and I'll see you there. "

Without another word, I hung up the phone, excited to put my plan into motion. "NOLA " I scream; as I wait for her arrival, I receive a text. I glance at the text to see it's the details from Des

From: Des
2346 Castle Road parlour
Tomorrow night starts at 7
And dress code is black tie

To: Des
Thanks, see you there

Once I answered the text, Nola decided to make an appearance " you called me sir" she looked up at me innocently, which made me angry with this rush of anger. I grab her cheeks with my hand " why do you always play the innocent act it fucking pisses me off. "

She smirks at how much her one little look was affecting me " sir, I have no idea what act you are talking about"; she escapes from my grip and makes her way over to my kitchen counter and slightly bends herself over it, so I now have a full view of her ass, and I have a slight view of barely covered pussy.
" fuck", I mutter under my breath, placing my hand over my now semi-hard cock.

Nola looked at me once again while smirking that bitch knew what she was doing, and I don't know how much more I could take of it.

"Nola, "I say with gritted teeth, " yes, sir " again, she bats her eyes " Nola, I'm going for a fucking shower and then you better be in a pair of simple underwear waiting for me in the torture room.

She gives me a wink and a simple salute before skipping off " yes, sir, I'll be ready " as she skips off, that ass jiggles, and I feel my cock harden even more. fuck I needed a pussy to fuck, and I needed it now

5mins later

My throat lets out a vicious moan as I let the steaming hot water rain over my rock hard cock. It's been nearly a month, and it's getting harder and harder to resist Nola's foolishness.

I've never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life. There have been times this week that I have thought of taking Nola back to master . But I know if I did that,  I would really regret it cause fuck, this was fun.

Soon my mind was taken over by the memories of the few fun times Nola had given me and just thinking how many more good memories we could have together. There was definitely going to be a lot more, especially with how bratty she's been lately.

With all these memories, I started having a slight vision of Nola standing in this shower with me, whispering in my ear, " sir, let your little devil pleasure you. "I swung my head back in pleasure, shutting my eyes tightly, enjoying this experience. My hand finds its way to my cock, and I vigorously start pumping myself, just imagining it's  Nola's little mouth taking all of my cock  like the  Evil little bitch  she is.

The pleasure starts to get too much, and I can't help but start to moan, " yes,  Nola, you little fucking devil, pleasure me  fuckk."

With a few more pumps, I release my juices onto the shower floor " fuckkk", I lay my head on the shower wall, trying to calm my breathing down.

I felt disappointed in myself. I needed to get a quick fuck soon because if I didn't, I was going to lose my torture privileges, and I couldn't let that happen, well, not yet, at least

Nola's POV

I waited eagerly for Mr Drysdale to meet me in the torture room, and I got quite impatient. I paced around the room, trying to distract myself by my mind started racing at how hot and bothered he became by me just exposing my pussy and ass to him.

Truth be told, I was sexually frustrated, and I had my eye on one cock right now, and it was Mr Drysdale's. I've tried over the last few weeks to break him, but he is harder to break than he looks.

My mind raced with what he could be doing in that shower, and fuck it turned me on. That's when I decided enough was enough. I needed a sneak peek, and if I got caught, I wouldn't exactly mind getting seen.

I sneak my way across the hall into another room. I was told never to go into finding him in the shower, just like he said. I peek through the door's crack to see him with his head tipped back and his hand around his cock. My eyes grew wide at how thick and juicy his cock was. Oh, what I would do to have my hand or even my mouth around that.

For a second, I thought I had got caught as I heard him talking. Still, it was actually him talking to himself, " yes, Nola, you little fucking devil pleasure me fuck fuck fuck" a smirk makes its way onto my face knowing this was all from my little act early. Who knew I could have this effect on him and so quickly.

I watch as he finishes up, and as soon as he shuts off the shower, I bolt straight back to the torture room, waiting for him to arrive. As I take a seat, waiting for him, I feel wetness in my panties. I stick two fingers in between my folds touching all my freshly made juices from the show I just witnessed.

Removing my two fingers, I whimper slightly, feeling slightly empty. My body wanted to be touched, and it wanted it now. I looked to the door biting my lip. It couldn't hurt just to feel myself a little. Could it what the fuck.

I Spread my legs, getting myself into a comfortable position before using two fingers to slowly start pinching my clit " fu-uuck" just by this small motion, my breathing gets heavy. I take this party a little further and used the two fingers to start pounding  into my wet pussy  and fuck; it felt amazing  all I could  imagine was Mr Drysdale's tongue slamming and slurping all my juices up

" yes, sir, fuckkkk, I am your little bitch " I was so invested in the moment that I didn't notice Mr Drysdale walk in.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU LITTLE BITCH "