Page 14 of The Dame & the Devil
“Was it worth it, little fool?”
“Yes.” I would gladly feel that sting if it meant the others on my list found their just desserts.
Warm hand trailing down my arm, the Devil catches my hand and leads me back up the stairs. He sweeps the dagger from the floor and presses it flat to the inside of my forearm.
“A wicked little saint… what a strange addition you make to Hell.”
Like the snake, the dagger sinks into my skin, black lines as sharp as the blade itself.
A Devil of a Time
The Devil watches me suspiciously as he leads the way back through the charred corridors of his home, glancing over his shoulder time and again, as if he thinks I might pluck the dagger from my flesh and bury it in the grey skin between his wings.
“You’re safe,” I say, biting my tongue so I don’t laugh at the absurdity of it.
“If fear was what I felt for you, you would not still be here.”
It is on the tip of my tongue to ask what he feels for me, but I think I know. We pass that tall window and the ever shifting orange glow of the flames and he leads me deeper.
But just when I’m about to ask if the hall ever ends, he turns through an arch into a room that looks so much like the others…. Except, if it has a ceiling, it’s so high up, I can’t see even a hint of it.
There is a chair at the centre of the room. A simple thing that barely looks comfortable. It’s cut in ways that leave space for his wings when he turns to me and sits. It leaves me standing before him like some sort of supplicant.
“You offered me your body in trade.” He pauses as if I’m going to refute it. “Would you offer it still if you knew that sinner was the only one you would get to torture? Do you want me? Or am I simply the price you are willing to pay for vengeance?”
“It’s possible to want both equally. I contain multitudes.”
If he was the only one I could punish, I would accept it. And if the Devil wants to fuck me in return….
I clench my muscles to keep from squirming at the idea, but my nipples harden and the smokey fabric caressing them doesn’t help.
He crooks a finger and I walk to him as he reaches toward me. “Hands.”
I hold them in his upturned palm.
“Perhaps it’s time we see if you truly desire what you think you do.”
I don’t move as the snake slithers out of my skin and down my arm, wrapping around my wrists in a tight coil.
“Such a good little fool.” He raises my bound hands and webbing catches on the snakes, jerking them upright and drawing me off the floor to dangle in front of him once more.
Hand around my ankle, he drags me forward and his mouth finds my pussy again. His tongue leaves a slick trail along my skin.
Claws trailing along my legs, the cut opening and healing as he goes, he opens me to him, placing one calf over his shoulder as his fingers wrap around the other.
When his tongue slides through my folds, a whimper of pure need falls from my lips.
“There’s innocence buried deep inside of you, little fool. And it tastes delicious. I would drink you dry of it if I could.”
When I struggle against the snakes, they tighten and the webbing jerks me upright.
“Take what you’re given,” he says against me.
This time, his tongue drags from my clit all the way down and I gasp as he withdraws it from my wanting pussy and wiggles its way into my ass.
When he draws away, he looks up my body. “Does my little fool want to change her mind?”
I’m still slick all over from him. “No. I want… everything.”
