The Deal 2: Hell on Earth [Missing Chapter 13]

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There was a table in the middle of the room. Just the right height. Just the right size. Sturdy enough for the activities about to take place on it. The edge lined my hips, digging into my skin as he forced me to bend over. The cool timber beneath my torso contrasted the burning atmosphere that constantly surrounded us.

He didn't even have to touch me to make my body do what he wanted. My ankles were yanked apart and tied to two of the table legs. The chains around my wrists were linked in front of me to a bar at the other end of the table, stretching me across it. The only body part I could move was my head.

That was how he liked me.

The soft sounds of his feet tapped against the floor as he tauntingly circled the scene set before him. I liked being helpless when I was with him and that was why before we began I always promised to never use my powers. What would be the fun in that?

He stopped in front of me and I peered through my dark hair. I was met with the sight of his tight red pants outlining his every contour. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to refrain from making them disappear. Glancing up further I noticed how his toned chest looked especially appealing this evening. I could just eat him up, if he let me.

Later, I told myself.

His fingers circled around the rough metal chains before he pulled on them. They tightened around my wrists, making me gasp. I wanted to look at him but he demanded I not make eye contact until given permission to do so.

He continued pacing the room. All was silent. Off in the distance I could barely hear the night's festivities beginning which we were sure to be late to, not that either of us minded. Other than that, all I could hear was his footsteps and my breathing.

Snap! The sound of a cane smacking against the table made my body jump. As if I weren't turned on enough as it was. The implications the sound brought on were enough to bring me to orgasm, but I was learning to control my impulses.

The hard tip of the cane trailed along my spine. My skin sprouted in little bumps as shivers rolled over me. My cock was dripping in anticipation.

"Do you admit to your wrong-doing?" Vic asked.

"What wrong-doing?" Doe-eyed and innocent. It was my only tactic.

A sharp stinging slap from the cane spread across my ass cheeks. I yelped, my body lurching forward as much as it could being constricted as it was. The pulsating from the impact wracked my entire body.

"You know what you did." Vic said.

He came back around in front of me and brought the tip of the cane underneath my chin. He pushed my head up so I was eye-level with his crotch. The tight red pants were gone. His monster of a cock stood upright in front of me. Almost like a wild animal I tried to go to him, but I was stuck.

"Tell me what you did before I left for my meeting with Satan earlier." He requested, speaking in a slow and concise manner.

"What, don't you remember?" I asked cheekily.

The cane whacked across the side of my face. The feeling of wet blood came and went just as quickly with my healing abilities. I pursed my lips together, holding back a reaction.

"You have permission to look at me." He said before he knelt down to eye level.

His eyes were black. They were my favorite eye color of his. He changed them often. Black, red, golden, brown. Each were as beautiful as the other. But black meant he was thinking of nothing but lust.