Chapter- Twenty- Sins in Sinful Paradise- Asserting His Dominance Part One
Chapter- Twenty- Sins in Sinful Paradise- Asserting His Dominance Part One
I had fixated my eyes on his groin without even realising, I could well imagine him shoving his monster down my throat and watching me choke and gag with utmost pleasure.
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I was trapped in the Devil's lair and he had his vehement, soulless silver- blue eyes on me. With my back turned to him, I basked in the harrowing, nerve- wrecking silence, enduring his scorching stare and I was just praying that he does not utter a command anytime soon and rather just sleeps and lets me be.
My heart was hammering hard against my chest, a steady, vigorous rhythm which occupied my ears, while thoughts of what he was going to order me to do paraded my mind tauntingly. I can't say no to him, no one can fucking deny the Lord of Bervon what he wants and tonight of all nights, is the worst night for such an unexplained turn of events to happen.
I was basically in lingerie for fucksake and I had absolutely nothing under my cotton chemise. I had decided to go pantyless tonight because I felt like it and now I cannot even bend over without giving my mother's husband an uncensored view of my untouched womanhood.
Silence.
Dead silence, his reticence was luring me in, strongly tempting me to look at him, but I would not dare. Not when I know that he is waiting for the right moment to use his words to flip my world upside down. Not when I know that he is completely nude and waiting to devour me until I fully resign every bit of my being over to him.
I could not fashion a single rational thought, the ability to do so had evaporated- but I only had one objective in mind- to leave this room as soon as possible without any interaction with my transcendental, beastly step- father.
He wanted me and I wanted him to have me, which was more of a reason why I had to remove myself from this very appropriate setting before I betray my mother in the worst possible way.
Without any prior rumination, I rose to my feet and walked towards the door, the aim was to see if there was a way to unlock it without a code or access card from the inside, but I was not even six feet away from the door, when my father spoke, and the commanding power of his enthralling, deep, well matured voice stopped me in my tracks,
"Where do you think you are going, angel?" My mind stilled at the question, I looked like a classical deer caught in the headlights, and I could barely breathe when I had to turn to my back and face the master of the Monalèz household.
I tilted my body, thinking I would see him lying in bed, calling me with his eyes, but instead my eyes immediately met his muscular chest and I instantly realised that there was no way no avoiding his glorious nudity now that he was right behind me.
'Oh my fucking god!' Is all I could think as despite my rational mind objecting, my eyes gained a mind of their own and slowly traveled down his body, capturing every single detail of his magnificent physique: his broad shoulders, magnifying his imposing figure, and beastly looks and the burly arms with bulging muscles connected to them, already giving away just how deadly he is in combat, to his firm chest with a light dusting of curly, dark brown hair, to his chiseled midsection with well- defined abs which proved to me why he could stomach the most horrendous, heinously atrocious sights and from his abs of steel, my eyes drank in the unholiest sight they have ever had to behold.
My jaw dropped, and tiny frissons of fear surged up my spine at his unearthly dimensions. I had always imagined the Devil to be packing it large from the small previews I had received, but not even in my wildest dreams would I have fabricated the otherworldly magnitude resting between his thighs, standing to attention like a ruthless Emperor commanding undistributed praise and worship. He was hard and ready for me and that made my chest tighten and my stomach churn in fear, but my core stir at the thought of being punished mercilessly with that unnatural size.
A lump accumulated in my throat as I asked myself how it was possible for him to be this large, I was terrified, not only by the sheer size of it, but also of what his expectations were. That would break me in half for sure, it looked more like an object of torture than an object of pleasure and I found myself wondering how my mother has been managing.
I know that my father has an extremely sadistic side to him and I do not know why I was beginning to convince myself that I craved his brutality.
I had fixated my eyes on his groin without even realising, I could well imagine him shoving his monster down my throat and watching me choke and gag with utmost pleasure. The thoughts of being barbarously made to submit had moisture accumulating between my thighs and I was not able to refrain from biting my lips.
I was horrified, you could see it in my eyes, but the look of horror mingling with curiosity, with temptation, with lust. I had been in a daze, gaping like an idiot until the Devil's fingers settled under my chin and he titled my head up so I could look him in the eyes.
Those dead eyes were alive and brimming with several emotions, the most predominant: lust, raging, burning lust and what I can only call devilry- the look in his silver- blue eyes which told me that he had plans for me tonight.
My legs began to tremble and I held my breath as his lips separated from his each other and I, absolutely mortified he had watched me shamelessly check him out and bit my lips at the sight of his unnatural erected manhood; braced myself for his next words.
"I am warning you, my liloco, if you keep looking at me like that, there will be consequences and not necessarily painless ones." His threatening, dark, dare I say demonic tone chilled me to the bone, but with his ablaze eyes certainly undressing me and ravaging me, I was ready to keep provoking him.
I stared up at him, timid and docile in nature, my eyes alone conveying to him my willingness to submit to him and let him do as he pleases with me. I was about to offer him the highest act of reverence, I was just about to drop to my knees, when he disappeared right before my eyes. I only blinked once and he was no longer in front of me, I was so extraordinarily consternated, that I began to question my sanity, If I had imagined everything- until his sternly authoritative voice sounded from behind me.
"Come to daddy, my angel." He sounded like the merciless, belligerent, dangerous dictator he is, and seated on that accent chair, so poised, he looked like the most cold- hearted bastard in the world.
I was as usual frightened but nonetheless enamoured by his domineering, dark, menacing, malignant aura, fascinated by his unwavering, unbridled power, but I could not work it out in my mind how he had made it to the chair so quickly. It's like he had vanished and teleported himself magically. It did not make sense.
Nonetheless, I did not disobey his order, as shaky as I was and as much as I already had a conjecture of what he had in mind, I walked over to him, trying to discipline my eyes against looking between his thighs. I did not offer even the tiniest bit of resistance when he pulled me to his lap and sat me directly on his raging, rock-hard muscle. Right then I felt like I was relieving this afternoon, this position was awfully reminding me of my moment of weakness in the car.
"How was your day, my princess?" He inquired, his arms slithering around my waist and his hot breath inciting the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.
My brain was very slow, all I could think about was the accruing wetness between my thighs and that if he desired so, he could lift up my night dress and allow some skin to skin.
Fuck! The thought of wet vagina lips on his solid, ribbed flesh had me throbbing. I so desperately wanted to feel his monster with my bare hands, this was the closest I had ever gotten to a dick and as twisted and as fucked up as it was, my mother's husband's dick was the first I ever laid my eyes on and my was it urging me to do more than just stare! But I was not that shameless and I would never act outside of his orders.
I finally managed to produce an answer, a breathy, almost whispered answer, "I have had a great day….. so far… daddy.. " The word rolled off my tongue so salaciously, it was obvious in my tone that I was not referring to him as a parent, but referring to the darker side of him that wanted to claim my virginity.
"Tomorrow morning I want you to visit the east wing and welcome my new prisoners, I have already instructed Helzieb to prepare their cells. I trust you will make daddy proud." He breathed onto my neck, and kissed between my shoulder blades.
I did not even know what he was saying, the intimate lock we were in, the way he was holding me, the exchange of body heat was killing me and I knew that I was not going to resist for much longer. When he repositioned me and parted my thighs, wedging his muscle between them, the heat of the moment almost became unbearable. I was ready to lose my virginity to the Devil, to this ethereal beast I have been calling daddy since I was a young child.
I held onto his strong thighs, they were like pure, taut muscle beneath my palms, just as strong and as muscular but, not as tubular as the muscle wedged between my thighs. I did not want to display any form of disobedience, but I could not resist the desire to get a real feel of his erected dick, I pushed my thighs closer and applied more pressure to get a better feel of the muscle. No words were said, I simply continued to slowly bring my thighs together and enclose his dick, he did not stop me, we both knew what we were doing and what we wanted. By doing so, I provoked some sort of a reaction out of him, a reaction instigated by anger and his possessive side came out strongly.
"My princess.." He began, his large hands grasping the helm of my cotton chemise.
"Yes daddy?" My voice barely rose above a whisper. "Have I wronged you, daddy?" His voice was garnished with a tinge of rage, so it felt appropriate and best for me to ask.
"Tell me, who authorized the purchase of this lingerie? Only a woman with a lover should own such a garment, because she needs to impress and entice. Who were you hoping to impress, who are you wearing lingerie for, my liloco? Whose eyes were meant to see you this way?"
If he is already questioning and displeased by the chemise, I can already imagine how displeased is he going to be when he finds out that I am not wearing anything under it.












