Chapter Twenty One- Sins In Sinful Paradise- Asserting His Dominance Part Two

Fuck, I could feel myself drip, and the fact that his up and proud, rock hard monster was under my chest, directly below my breast and my body was pressing into it, was not helping. The thin material of my chemise was not a barrier and feeling how hard it was, made me crave to have it lodged deep inside me. I knew that he wanted me to plead, so I gave the lord of Bervon exactly what he wanted.

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I did not have an immediate answer for him.

With how strangely, extremely possessive the Devil is of me, my stomach churned just thinking of revealing the truth to him.

Last year I developed a crush, I could say was almost infatuated with one of my bodyguards and I had bought more sensual, adult wear in hopes of getting him to notice me as a woman rather than a kid he was employed to protect, but he was gone before I even had a clue whether he had feelings for me or not. I decided to keep some of the lingerie after he was dismissed because I needed to fill the void his absence had left by going online dating- it was Jun's idea, but I chickened out before I could even create an account because my gut feeling told me that my father was going to find out.

And he would have, he is always watching, he knows everything. Before Jonayis, the last boy to court me in my first year of high school was captured and remains shackled in the Devil's prison and as punishment, I have ever since been forced to bring him food and water every night and watch him eat the food from the floor and lap water from the floor like a stray dog. That's when he officially forbid me from having any romantic interests. That's when I fully accepted that I belonged to Lucifer and Lucifer only- but I have never understood why he did not want me to date. My relationship with him has always been an odd, unconventional one, I guess he is too possessive of me to give me away to another and it would not be beyond him to feel entitled to both mother and daughter, although he has never shown any interest in my younger siblings whatsoever, not even as a father.

"I will not repeat myself." My father worded irately, his grip tightening on my thin night dress, his fingers threatening to rip the fabric apart.

I panicked and uttered the first nonsense that came to me. "You daddy, I was hoping to impress you, I wore this for you."

I did not know why I just said that, the words were just tumbling past my lips uncontrollably. Why would I admit such a thing to my step-father, my mother's husband, am I insane?! I have not been actively seducing him and tantalizing him but now that is what it is going to look like. Fuck!

He hissed sharply and growled like a beast, the resounding sound so powerful, it suggested that his ruthless side was coming out strongly. I shuddered, but in all my might resisted the urge to squirm and rock my hips.

"I do not like being teased." He muttered gruffly, the unearthing depth of his well matured, devilish voice making every fibre of my being to tremble. In the blink of an eye, I was thrown over his lap and found my chin was facing his knee and I only gasped in shock before he delivered a hard blow to my bare ass.

"No underwear," he noted, "my angel isn't as innocent as I thought, that must be corrected." He allowed me no room to process what he had said, his palm landed on my flesh like hot iron, and my pain receptors were overwhelmed.

"Ahhh!" I cried out, crooning out a pained, yet salacious moan, which was immediately followed by another, more louder moan when his large hand came down on my right asscheek and struck me viciously, so hard, the sound echoed around the room. What was to follow was a wave of stinging pain and he had hit so closely to my wet vagina, that I felt my walls throb in gratifying pleasure. Fuck, I could feel myself drip, and the fact that his up and proud, rock hard monster was under my chest, directly below my breast and my body was pressing into it, was not helping. The thin material of my chemise was not a barrier and feeling how hard it was, made me crave to have it lodged deep inside me. I knew that he wanted me to plead, so I gave the lord of Bervon exactly what he wanted.

"Daddy please…" I moaned softly, nearly screaming as he struck me again, this time his hand hitting my vagina directly. I had never felt such a tiltalting sensation, I only screamed because that spank nearly pushed me over the edge. My thighs shook, I was so wet, I knew that if he slapped my vagina again, I was going to lose it and cum.

"I need to remind you what happens when you misbehave. I warned you not to dismiss yourself, but you acted outside of my orders and left the car. I was not done with you, you have been quite the cock- tease recently-"

"I was not teasing you, I swear-" I interjected breathlessly, earning myself another hard, merciless slap which left my butt aching and my nipples hardening. I wanted to rub my clit and finish myself off so badly, but I could never ever be so bold in front of him.

"Do not interrupt me when I speak," he growled and struck me again, this time the main target being my pussy, and it exploded in flames, the pain was prickling, but so pleasuring, I wanted more and was very seduced my the little devil on my shoulder telling me to keep provoking him, "count after every strike and if you miscount, you will start from the beginning, is that clear, princess?"

Fuck that voice was everything.

I quickly nodded my head and expressed my submissiveness to him in my most docile voice. "Yes daddy, very clear, I deserve your punishment." As soon as the last word left my mouth, I suffered another brutal slap and moaned loudly, arching my back and holding onto the chair. "One, thank you, daddy." I tried my hardest not to stutter and to speak quickly and strongly enough because I knew that if I stammered he was going to make me start from the beginning.

"Two, thank you daddy." Another strike left my walls spasming, I wanted to hit that high note, but I had a feeling that that would earn me more punishment, I knew that I needed his permission to come, but I could not be bodacious enough to ask for it.

"Three, thank you daddy." My ass and vagina were on fire, tears pooled into my eyes from the pain, but I wanted more, his brutality was giving my body experiences and feelings I could not explain, feelings that made feel like I was not on this Earth. I looked forward each spank and the Devil sure did not delay them.

"Four, thank you, daddy." I whimpered and dug my fingers into the body of the chair, my toes curling as my body contracted and I heaved slightly. There was a difference, I felt something wet and sleek coat my definitely red flesh when his palm came in contact with my skin and if I had to guess, my juices had transferred to his hand and from his hand to my ass. Fucking Hell! Fucking Hell it was torturous not allowing myself release, not allowing myself to be propelled to that climax. I did not know how much longer I could be faithful to my commitment of not coming without the Devil's agreement. As if he sensed my orgasm was at the threshold, the Devil unloaded on me and my ass was pelted with slaps which were not targeted at my asscheeks only.

"Fi-ve, ahh, six, se-ven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, ahh, Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty- oh my god, mhhmmmm…" I squirmed and drew my body forward, my feet shaking side to side and my butt throbbing in pain. The twenty- first strike was the most brutal, I could have sworn his palm was made out of flames, I was now extremely sore and tears had long stained my cheeks and flowed freely from my eyes, but this was the most aroused I had ever been.

A thunderous growl sourced from the depths of his being rumbled in his chest and I cried out softly when he roughly groped my ass. "Start from the beginning." He ordered in the most frigid tone, and I knew that he was going to leave me sore and unable to sit for days. Whimpering, I began counting again and somehow managed to make it to thirty. I anticipated the thirty first strike, but much to my bewilderment, I felt his hand slip between my thighs and his fingers parted my lips before running along my slit in one, tantalizingly light stroke, coming so close to my sensitive, engorged clit, but not touching it even slightly. The sensation had me recoiling a bit and wishing to relax my limbs and lie down.

His well lubricated fingers rubbed into my puffy lips, slathering them with my juices, then his Devil voice pervaded my ears as he asked, "Is this for me, as well?"

Without a single strand of thought, I shook my head and gave a wavering reply, "No-" The rest of my words were replaced by a scream when his calloused hand paid my sore ass another visit.

"Now you lie to me, clearly I have been too lenient on you, I must remind you who you belong to." My poor ass was bombarded ruthlessly again and I cried until I could not cry anymore, to the point where I thought my skin was going to tear and I was going to start bleeding. I thought his hand would never tire until he stopped.

"You belong to me and if you still do not believe that, I have many means to prove it to you. No one will touch you this way as long as you live." He declared so powerfully, I could just picture his expression, he must have looked like death himself; harrowing, terrifying, jaw clenched, eyes sharp and cold, nostrils flaring, teeth gritted.

And I just did not tell him, but I was just fine with that, no living man in this Earth can ever measure up to him, I doubt anyone else will ever make me feel this way, the effect he has on me is insurmountable. Sometimes I wonder what would have been, had he not married my mother.

Their union is the only thing making my desire for him illegal and the only reason why I have not given myself to him on a silver platter.