Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 33

He cupped her pussy, slipping one finger between her folds to see if she found any pleasure in what was happening. Her cunt was dripping wet. She might not know it, but Violet was completely turned on by the situation. Demon fingered her, touching her until she moaned and wriggled against his touch. Smiling in satisfaction, he pulled away from her. Punishment still needed to be made.

He raised his hand and brought it down on her pale, vulnerable flesh. She cried out.

"One."

"Two."

Each smack on the ass created a red hand print. pushed on the zipper of his trousers. "Three."

Stopping and rubbing his hand over her after the first three slaps gave himself time to calm down. Staring at her, exposed by the position she was in made Demon want to take her.

"Four....five....six...." She cried out with each blow. Demon knew she wouldn't last long. This was the first time he'd bought an untrained submissive into his zone. Most of the women knew how to behave. He looked forward to exploring this side with her. Testing her limits until she gave in.

"Seven....Eight...." He raised his hand to land another one, but her scream of the stop made him immediately put his hand down.

"Stop, please." Pulling her up from the bench, he wrapped his arms around her. The relief he felt when she embraced him without hesitation would stay with him for the rest of his life. He could have lost her in the time he'd had her in this room.

"I've got you, baby. I've got you."

"What do you do next?" she asked.

"I reward my sub."

"I can't take any more hits, but I could do with a reward." Demon helped her back over the bench. He knelt down and ran a hand over her . She wasn't used to being hit. The red of his hand looked bright against her pale flesh. He moved to a drawer unit in the corner and pulled out some fresh cream. He coated her and rubbed the cream all over her. His gaze was distracted by the wet arousal leaking from her pussy.

Once he was done, he went to the sink and washed his hands before moving back behind her.

With his hands on her, he opened her wider. He fingered, pushing two fingers as he used his other hand to unzip his pants. Pulling out his length was harder work as the pants were too tight from the arousal he felt. Getting into position behind her, he lifted her and guiding himself to her entrance, he pushed inside her slick folds. Her pussy quivered, and Demon stilled. The tightness was making it hard for him to think straight. Everywhere he looked, he was transported into his world.

He pulled out and pushed back in, repeating the motion until they were both panting and begging for more. Demon sped up, riding her harder and faster than before.

"Please, Demon," she screamed. Demon flicked her, bringing her to cum seconds before he released his seed in her body. They stayed in that position for several minutes, neither moving. Demon didn't want to pull away from her. The thought of leaving her hurt him.

Eventually, as he began to feel the chill, he moved. Carrying her up to his room, he cared for her. He ran a hot bath. He washed her, loving her with actions that meant more than words could at this moment.

"Open up. I want to see you eat it," Demon said. Violet opened her lips as he pushed the large strawberry between her lips. She bit down and ***ed in rapture. The sweet fruit dribbled juice down her chin.

"Let me get that." He leaned over and licked the juice from her to her lip.

"You're doing that on purpose."

"Maybe I am, but you taste good."

"Not as tasty as these strawberries."

Demon smiled at her. Violet ***ed her lips. The meal he'd bought her was the best she'd ever tasted.

In fact, considering he'd spanked her hours before she was feeling better than ever. The fear she'd felt thinking about his needs was gone. Olivia had scared her by making her doubt herself.

"I wish I knew what was going on in Olivia's mind to make her want to hurt us," she said.

"Olivia was jealous because I never loved her the way I love you."

"Because I'm a nobody."

"Not at all. Olivia comes from a family who can't begin to understand what real love means."

"Her family isn't like yours?"

"If you mean about the possessive element, then no."

"Must be nice having a family," she said before thinking.

"Didn't you have a family? I know you talked about your mom, but you've never talked about anything else."

She panicked. "Please don't make me talk about it."

"You've got a past, Violet. I've got a past. Everyone has a past." She understood his reasoning. Getting frustrated, she stood and moved away from the bed.

"I know."

"Talk to me," he said.

"Why can't you just let it go? I've given you everything else. Why do you want more from me?" she asked. What good would it do to tell him about her past?

"I want you, Violet. When are you going to realize that? Nothing else matters to me."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew."

"Then tell me." Demon waited for her to explain.

"I can't."

****

"Sir, we've found her."

Dominic groaned as the woman at his feet swallowed his cum. He waited until the last moment of his release, and then he pushed her away from him. The woman ran for the door, lifting her dress up as she went. Ignoring her, he turned back to his men.

"What?"

"Violet Moore. We found her."

One of his men, whose name he couldn't recall, handed him a picture frame of a more up-to-date photo of the girl in question.

"She's twenty-one."

He didn't care for her age. "Who's the man in the photo with her?"

"Demon Ashwood. Playboy millionaire or something. I imagine he's only playing with her while business is running slow."

"So, she's in America. It's a good job we're already here." He lit his cigar and stared at the photo. The girl was chubby but with a face of an angel. She'd earn a pretty penny even without her***ity intact. She'd pay for making a fool out of him.

Three days later

Since making the deal with Tate, Demon had no choice. In a matter of days the information on Violet would be with him, and they'd expect payment. He knew he should warn them about her condition, but he didn't want to break her trust.

Demon knocked on the door of Rebecca Black. He needed to see her, but he'd put the thought to the back of his mind because he hated the deal he'd made. She'd been used enough in her life.

Tate and Kevin would look after her.

The door opened, and there she stood with darkness surrounding her.

"Hi, Rebecca," he said.

"Hello, Demon."

She had large green eyes, which were so expressive of the pain of her past. He'd saved her, pulled her out of the worst relationship of her life only to keep her safe in her own kind of prison. What Demon hadn't told Tate was about her condition, or fear, as others like to call it.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"You may as well. I can't come outside," she said as a joke although he knew the hurt it brought her.