Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 3

Lauren

This girl will be mine, I will make sure of it. She thinks she can hold onto that small thread of defiance, she is surely mistaken. I am going to turn her world upside down until she never wants to leave me ever again.

Why are you so infatuated with her? A part of me screams, but the truth is I don’t know. A hundred and fifty plus years of life and I have never felt this pull towards anyone before.

I should have just left her in her home after I stopped her father from killing her, but her entire essence, her aura just wouldn’t let me go. It awoke the inner demons within me, and I just couldn’t lose her, not when I felt so drawn to her being.

Don’t get me wrong, I tried to stay away from her. Especially when I realised I had made a mistake by taking her, so I left her in that cell, but yesterday, when she practically disrespected me after I had shown her courtesy, it made me want to hurt her.

She’s angry, well so am I and last time I checked, I have the ability to give her so much pain and pleasure, she might even forget what the word angry means.

She wriggles on my bed, trying to move herself up the mattress and as far away from me as possible. The sight is quite humorous and draws a small smile and breathy laugh from me.

It’s a shame I only have half an hour to have my fun with her, but even if she denies herself from me today, I still have thirty others to thoroughly enjoy breaking her down.

She looks so fragile, so frightened, I almost regret telling her that I would lay a hand on her, but a promise is a promise and I unfortunately can never break them in hope of life.

Another part of this godforsaken curse, but it does have its virtues, like the gifts I am about to bestow on this girl’s sweet innocent body.

I wonder if she’s a screamer.

+++CHANGE IN POV+

Elise

I feel the pillows just behind my head now, I am losing space to distance myself from this woman who just continues to stare intently down at me from where she stands at the edge of the bed.

She brings up her hand, twirling her fingers and with it bringing my body to an insanely blissful burning feeling between my legs.

What the hell? How is this happening?

She watches as my back arches from the bed at whatever taunting she is creating. She hasn't even laid a hand on me and I am already a twisting mess.

A stimulating sensation of a mix between tingling and burning hits nipples, g-spot and clit simultaneous, bringing me to nearly unbearable pleasure that continues to build.

What is happening? I try to force my legs shut and tense my taunt muscles, trying to get rid of the feeling but no matter how much I squirm, it continues to erect.

My body screams for release, for any type of refraining from this pleasure. I feel my juices flow out of me, rolling down my thighs and soaking into my underwear and through my pants.