mehow I have to find a way out of this place, and qui

stands in front of us the focal point of the room. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling with both old books and new, and with a glance, I can see some of the tomes o

r making me gasp. I'm trapped in here with the devil, and I'm not getting out until he dec

my name in person, pet. So long. Too long. I've never had to wait for anything as long as I've had to wait for this moment." His

n a mistake. I think I should leave," I pl

my cheeks possessively before reaching back and pulling my long, ashen blonde hair out of the ponytail that secures

w that you're here, nothing, not even you, wil

ushing against him with all of my strength. But my 5'3 sli

ugh to come here. We both know you're meant to be by my side, with me as I build my

e than pen-pals... friends, sure! But this has all been a big mi

He sucks in the breath that escapes on my gasp, as if he'd swallow my soul if he could. This man is going to devour me, and there's not a thing I can do to sto

no slow seduction; this is him taking ownership of what he already considers his. He pinches my nipple, hard, and I throw my head back, breaking the kiss. Reaching down with his free hand, he grabs my ass, hauling me up aga

t escapes as he draws blood. "Mine," he says, gently licking the drop of blood I feel running down my neck, before sucking o

d thick and far too big to possibly ever fit into me. On a surge of panic, I shove against him again, frantic as

I'll never

re hurting me now! Please, it's not too late, ju

wearing my long, light blue peasant skirt. He lifts me slightly and pulls the skirt off me, my white cotton panties coming with it. Deprived of my clothes, I lean back and spin away from him

is view. "I'm gonna see all of that and more many times over again, pet, so you might as well get used to me looking." And with that he reaches around and unhooks my bra,

sunk my tongue into your pussy for the first time. The sound of your voice drove me crazy every time we talked, so angelic but with the hint of a rasp to it. And every time you said my name, I'd get hard. So fucking hard. Let me tell you, hard in prison is not the best state to be in. I spent the last six months uncomfortable for the wa

s I feel the first spark of hope, only to have it fade on his next words. "If I dip my finger into

that I've lost. The feral look in hi

hen his finger is stroking my lips, just barely rubbing at my cl*t before dipping inside of me, not once, not twice,

to his commands without protest and open for him as he slides his finger into my mouth. "Suck," he says, ordering me to clean my juices off his finger. "This mouth," he says on