Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Damien held her firmly between his hands, one palm wrapped around the back of her neck and the other cupping her hot sex lewdly. There was no tenderness or teasing in his touch, the hand on her core rubbed her hard and fast, arousing her forcefully in a manner he knew she couldn't resist. He was getting her ready to fuck with an almost casual disdain for her enjoyment of the experience. This was no romantic liason with a man trying to please his partner, instead Damien was treating her as if she was some sort of flesh fuck toy he needed to warm up before he could use, a purely sexual plaything whose feelings and emotions didn't matter to him at all. Look at how wet you are already, you're practically dripping on my fingers, Damien murmured in her ear, teeth tugging on the ridge of cartilage at the top of her earlobe. As if to emphasize his observation, the soft, slurping sound of wet flesh being rubbed became audible from between Macy's thighs. A little moan of pleasure, muffled by the panties stuffed in her mouth, also slipped out and brought a grin to Damien's face. She was growing shamefully wet and aroused against her will, another embarrassing loss of control for the proud woman. And the experience was driving her mad with anger at how Damien was forcing her body to betray her. That swelling, sweet hatred towards him was almost as thrilling for Damien to feel as the wet heat of her arousal leaking onto his fingers. How she chafed at being treated like this and despised him for how quickly he'd done it. Perhaps, despite his strong words, she had been expecting that he'd just quickly fuck her in some more respectful manner? Use her physically, but let her retain some shred of dignity? The fury he felt from her now was probably coming from some realization she was having that everything thing he did to her was going to sting her ego more than it abused her body. Well, let her be upset, he wanted her angry today. Anger and lust were so close, in terms of their physical effects, and Damien knew the two hot emotions would feed off each nicely throughout this first little training session. Really? Damien whispered back when she tried to give him a muffled denial of her willingness to be his fuck toy. You body seems to be ready despite your protests. Macy was practically squatting on his hand now, legs spread wide as the pressure on her neck drove her body down into the firm resistance of the palm cupping her mound. Her efforts to escape were only worsening the situation, her bucking hips rubbing herself harder onto his fingers. Damien could feel the hardened nub of her clit pressing against his palm as she struggled, and every push of it against him was likely driving her to new levels of pleasure. Finally, in desperation at what he was doing to her, she started to use her hands, futilely attempting to dislodge the stronger man from his assault on her most intimate spot. Naughty girl, you mustn't fight me, Damien growled in her ear. His hand dropped suddenly from her swollen sex and, before she could even catch her breath, he whipped it back up and gave her core a wet, open handed slap that splattered her juices onto her thighs. The rubbing returned immediately, followed by another slap on her sodden lips. And then again, alternating rubbing and slapping her dripping sex over and over, until the delicate flesh was swollen with a mix of hot arousal and stinging pain. Blood was rushing to her core and setting every nerve in the region to firing in a twisted, mixed up swirl of contrasting pain, followed by strangely sweeter pleasure. I don't like to punish you, but I won't hesitate. Ever. The hand on her neck squeezed tighter and he threw her down to the carpet in a powerful, smooth motion that set her sprawling onto her stomach. As he admired her stunned, half-nude form on the floor, her sweet ass jiggling, he unbuckled his black leather belt and pulled it free in a whipping motion that split the air with a sharp cracking noise. Before she could recover her senses, Damien reached down and grabbed her ponytail firmly in a fist and began to walk, tugging the girl behind him towards the couch. Crawl after me, now, Damien barked at her as he led her forward. Get on the couch, your hands on the back and ass in the air. Don't make me use this belt on you.