Chapter Eight- Under The Table Sins Part two

Chapter Eight- Under The Table Sins Part two

This entanglement we were in left me with nothing but jumbled thoughts and unexplainable feelings.

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The fear of provoking a fierce reaction from the Devil was not the only factor driving my flurrying unwillingness to at least try to maneuver out of his hold. There was this gravitational force drawing me to him and I felt a tornado of inexplicable emotions swirling around in my gut.

"Say the word, liloco, and I will let you go." He muttered gruffly into my ear, his bassful voice slicing into my eardrums. The deep vibrations hit straight to the core, I was almost incapable of uttering a response, I could only tremble in his arms.

Say the word.

What word?

Did I miss something?

"Can you feel it?" Once again he cocked his hips, slammed that hardness into my lower back and a tiny moan of shock flew out of me. My fingers gripped onto the finished edge of the countertop and I swallowed dryly, feeling all the heat emanating from his body, especially from his crotch, warm up my body and numb my mind.

Can I feel it?

Can- I- feel- it?

Of course I can feel it, but dare I say it?!

It would be impossible not to feel that solid mass.

But I do not understand. I really do not understand what led to this. No action of mine could have incited him, a plain personality like mine would not even arouse a crave-stricken sex addict.

How is this happening, oh god!

"I asked you a question." He growled impatiently, his calloused hand going under my chin and tilting my head up. "When daddy asks you a question, angel, you answer it." The Devil's voice was beastly and strained, far more intimidating and domineering than usual.

I pressed my feet harder into the tiled floor, fearing my weakening knees will soon betray me. I gaped like a dehydrated fish, making no effort whatsoever to readjust my neck and following my silence, a low, but powerful growl hit my ears at close range. The sudden, aggressive, throaty sound made me shudder, I did not intend on disobeying the Devil, but this entanglement we were in left me with nothing but jumbled thoughts and unexplainable feelings. My breath hitched and I gasped softly when his thick fingers curved into my neck and he once again applied light pressure to my throat.

He was not choking me, not by any definition, but I could not breathe, just being aware that the Devil's hard, very much awake member was shoved into my back, knocked the air right out of my lungs.

No, this was not normal.

This is Domino and Isobel kind of behavior, I have made no research to back my conclusion, but I am certain that this is not how a step-father and his step-daughter normally act.

I am a virgin.

He knows that I am a virgin.

Why is he doing this? Why am I secretly curious to know where this will lead to?

This is how affairs begin and I am NOT that kind of girl.

Before my mind could dwell on that, I was startled, chilled to the bone by my father's darkly deep voice.

"Is my princess a mute now?" He asked, heightening the effect of his evocative voice by bringing his lips to the shell of my ear.

When his surprisingly soft, moist lips brushed into the back of my earlobe and his beard grazed my skin, a moan nearly flew out of my parted lips. That implicitly indecent, raunchy sound was right at the tip of my tongue.

What is happening to me?

Why can I not bring myself to stopping him?

I swallowed dryly, resisting the strongest urge to close my eyes and surrender completely. "N-n-nno sir." My voice quivered and wavered as I whispered the only words I was capable of formulating at that moment.

At least I managed a response, the Lucifer of Bervon is infamous for punishing disobedience barbarously. His methods are appalling, blood-curdling, those subjected to his trouncing never utter a single word about it, but the rumours of his favoured methods of torture are dense and popular talk around the streets. I did not want to be flogged with that paddle or his burly hand until my asscheeks are sore and blushing red so I pushed through every barrier and told myself to obey.

To do anything just so this trialling "bonding" time with daddy could come to an end.

"Tell me everything you remember." The austerity of that sternly laid command took me by surprise, I could not understand what my ears had grasped.

Everything I remember?

Huh? I should tell him everything I remember?

Everything I remember about what?

Nothing is making any sense.

As his arm coiled around my shoulder and he roughly hugged me from behind, drawing me to his chest and eliminating every bit of space between our bodies, as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck and took a needy whiff, inhaling my scent in a long draft- It dawned on me-

I have read something like this before, my mind has fashioned this.

Out of desire and my mounting need for male attention.

This is a dream.

This has to be a dream.

Of course this is a dream, my step-father does not want me, even if I was not his step-daughter, the Devil would never be interested in a plain Jane like me, he fancies himself brunette bombshells like my mother. There is no way he could want me.

I am going to wake up from this.

I was so reliev-

"This is not a dream," he gruffly muttered into my ear, his warm breath trickling down my neck, making the hairs lined on the back of it to rise, "and you do not know what I want, stop deceiving yourself."

How did he-

Wait, did he just read my mind or did I imagine the whole thing?!

Before I could even marvel at and muse over the impossibility that just happened, my father continued in the same overbearing, lust-filled, strained voice, this time, his hands dropping to my hips. I nearly died when he gave me a gentle squeeze and he expelled a strumming sound which sounded like a mixture of a suppressed growl and grunt of pleasure.

"Soon you will know your destiny, Marosa, and believe me, little girl, you won't be able to run away from me like last time, this time the Devil is keeping you forever, sweetheart." I had not even processed half of what my father had said when one of his hands slid over the sleek material of my silk nightie and neared my groin. Before I could even react, his hand had gotten dangerously close to my panty clad vagina, which began to throb and pulse both from fear and anticipation.

My hold on the countertop tightened and I clamped my thighs together tightly, an instinctive impulse I instantly regretted doing.

"Do not do that again." He ordered threateningly and I felt my stomach churn and my vagina took a deep breath. Tiny, nipping tingles and a current of electricity coursed through me, igniting every fibre of my being.

Oh god I have never felt something like this!

This is wrong!

This has went too far!

Warmth dispersed around my cheeks, my chest tightened and I was flushed and mortified beyond the word when the Devil roughly parted my thighs and my knees buckled. Before I knew it, I was stuttering, my voice a live earthquake.

"D-dd-Daddy please-" He sharply cut me off two shaky words in.

"Do not move." He warned sternly, his hand fisting my dress and tugging at its helm. "Do you see what you have done, angel? Maybe next time you will think twice before bending over in that manner and flashing your underwear to your father. Your actions have consequences, there is no turning back now." It was extremely difficult for me not to squirm when his hand slipped under my dress and slid up.

No!

Not here!

Oh god, not here!

"I have waited very long, for millenniums, and soon, my angel, I will take what is mine," so abruptly he cupped my pussy and I moaned so loudly, the people downstairs must have heard me, "but for now, I will settle for a taste. Do not resist, my liloco, this is your destiny."