26. Bree

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He's looking at me like I'm meat. Like I'm his to devour. Like I'm prey.

I mean, compared to him, I probably am prey.

I back up until my legs hit his throne and I fall into it. "Where are you going, Babygirl?" He stalks forward until he's directly in front of me, caging me in with his arms, his wings blocking the crowd from view. I try to open my mouth, but no words come out. My emotions are all over the place, caught between rage of the day, anxiety, and now, overwhelming lust at Satan towering over me. "Want to play a game?"

"What game?" My voice comes out breathless rather than the strong and steady I was hoping for.

"You have two options. We can leave the arena and you'll get an inadvertent tour through Hell, or we can stay until this battle is done and play on the field."

I would love a tour through Hell but not like this. Whatever he has in mind is dangerous. "Would there be an audience for this game?"

He licks his black lips bringing my attention to them. So plump and covering fangs tipped in red. I wouldn't mind them on me. "Would you like an audience?"

If I knew the game, then maybe. But if he can see in my head like I believe the others can, he probably has an idea of what I'm imagining. Would I want an audience for that? "No."

"Hell, or field?"

Steeling my spine, I look him straight in the eyes. Whatever game this is, I will win. "Field." He gives a dark laugh before plucking me up from his throne and sitting, placing me on his lap again to face the battle. I move to sit more modestly but he grabs my left thigh, holding my legs open. "What are you doing?"

"Sit still," he commands. His giant red hand makes my thigh look miniscule. Devil slowly caresses my thigh higher and higher until his fingertips touch the edge of my silk panties, which are currently soaked. I wait for him to move higher, to actually touch me where I need him to, but he doesn't. When I wiggle to feel his fingers press more firmly against me, he lifts his hand only to bring it back down hard against the inside of my thigh. "Sit. Still."

Fuck!Satan holds my thigh firmly open. I try to relax my body, leaning back against his chest, placing my head on his shoulder. Forcing myself not to move makes me want to twitch even more. I'm so focused on not moving that when the crowd starts to cheer, it makes me jump. "What's going on?"

Satan stands, shifting me so that I'm being carried bridal style, and flies to the edge of the field. He opens the barrier which makes me realize how big this arena actually is. From his box, it looked like a normal football stadium; however, from the sidelines I can tell that the barrier also acted as a magnifying glass. This arena is huge from the ground.

Devil sets me on my feet as we stand before the succubus. "Congratulations, Daemera. These two will no longer be allowed in the same room as you." He holds out his hand to her. Daemera goes to place her weapon in his hand, but he tells her no. "You fought well. The weapon is yours." She pulls it back to her side and shakes his hand. "Should we ever be in war; I would love to have you as part of my battalion."

Daemera's eyes grow wide, and her mouth drops open. "Thank you, King Wrath."

"Don't thank me." He steps to the side, bringing me into view. "Thank her. She stopped to ask if it was something you wanted. I apologize for not paying more attention to the happenings of my arena."

A seductive smirk covers her mouth. "Thank you. I'd love to repay the favor." The succubus licks her lips.

I'm sure she has something specific in mind, which, let's be honest, I would be totally down for. But I currently am juggling between enough demons and possibly a fallen angel. "You know what? You can repay that favor by hanging out with me. I currently only have one female friend and I am constantly surrounded by testosterone. A new feminine touch in my life would be amazing."

Her smirk becomes a genuine smile at my suggestion. "I would love that! The Ubus are always fighting for attention! I would love to be around someone without fear that I'll be fought over in an arena!" We both laugh at her joke. She turns to Satan. "Paper?" He materializes a blank piece of paper and Daemera uses the blood on her body from the fight to draw a symbol on it. "Hold your hand on this paper and say my name and the words ‘come to me' exactly and I will appear." She hands the paper to me and winks. "Can"t wait to see you!" Daemera salutes Wrath, then disappears out of view.

Satan turns to me, a stern glare on his face. "You will not summon a succubus to Earth."

"Cause you"re my dad, right?" I cross my arms over my chest and cock a hip out. "I"ll do whatever I want, thank you." He can glare all he wants. I want friends again. And Daemera seems awesome, demon or not!

Devil must give up because he abruptly spins around, turning his glare to the two demons on the ground, finally picking themselves up. "Leave. And don"t go near Daemera. If you enter the same building as her, you will feel tremendous pain." He places two fingers against both of their foreheads, his hand lighting with power. When the light fades, the demons are gone.

Looking around the field, I take in how big it is. Definitely bigger than a stadium. It"s like a big oval clock, each time a different terrain. Desert turns to the beach, then to dark water with a volcano, marsh, meadow, forest, mountain, snow, then cliffs mark the edge as they hang over the desert. We"re currently standing in the middle of the field on stone. "This place is amazing."

"I like my fighters to have every advantage possible. You"re about to be more acquainted with it." What did he mean? "You"re going to pick a terrain and then run."

"What? Why? So, you can chase me?" I take him in, large black and red bat wings behind him. "You"ll catch me in less than a second."

"Fine. Let"s make it even." He transforms into a human.

Oh my God! He"s large and built with a pink hue to his tattooed skin, wearing only a black and red tartan kilt. His lips are full and there are wrinkles around his eyes. His bright red hair is pulled back in a ponytail, showing the silver-black hair shaved in a fade on the sides. He has a large full silver beard and mustache. He"s honestly the sexiest Santa I"ve ever seen. "Bet you"re thinking of calling me ‘Daddy' now."

Fucking smug bastard. I shake my head because I know my voice will crack with the lie. He still towers over me, and I feel tiny in front of him. I feel small around all the Sins, something I've never felt before in my life.

Resting his hands on his knees, he leans down until we"re eye to eye. "You have ten seconds." He licks his lips, showing me that while his body may look human, he kept the fangs. "Run."

Immediately, I take off to the forest terrain, thinking I can hide in the trees; however, the moment I get under the trees, the barrier closes over us, and the field turns dark.

I fucked up. I am not a runner. I can"t see much of anything in front of me. And I"m already breathing so hard that I can"t hear anything over my own breath.

Running to a random tree, I hide behind it trying to catch my breath. Are the ten seconds up? Damn, I"m out of shape. I need to do more cardio.

With my breath caught, I listen to the silence. There"s no noise. No animals, no birds, nothing. This is creepy as all Hell. I chuckle to myself at my own little joke, but the noise reverberates across the forest, probably giving away my position. Trying to be quiet, I step around the tree to move to another.

I'm looking behind me, so I don't see the giant chest that I run into. "Boo." I scream at the top of my lungs, not because I'm scared of Wrath but because he caught me off guard. I turn to run in the opposite direction, only to be picked up and thrown against the same tree I was hiding behind. Wrath crowds me, caging me in against the tree. "Where are you going, Baby girl?"

"It took less than a minute for you to catch me," I pout.

"Put that lip back." He takes my bottom lip in his mouth, biting down. "Do you want another chance? You still won"t get far." He moves back when I nod. I want to be caught but, it's become a competition now. "Another ten seconds starting…. now."

I take off straight, trying to get to a new terrain; his voice counting down behind me. From his seat above the barrier, the arena looked like a regular stadium. How are the terrains so large?! I push my legs faster when I hear Satan's laugh. It echoes across the forested area surrounding me. Up ahead, I can see the meadow, flowers of all colors blossoming on the ground. If I can make it there, I'll be able to see the stone ground in the center of the arena. I can switch terrains.

Just as I cross onto the soft grass of the clearing, Wrath tackles me from behind, landing on top of me in the dirt. I try to fight him off me, determined to win this game, but Devil is so much bigger and stronger than me. He easily grabs my wrists, holding them behind my back in one hand. "Time for your punishment, Brianna."

His voice is deep and dominant. I should not be attracted to this at all but damn if my panties aren't fucking soaked. With his other hand, he bands his arm under my waist and lifts me onto my knees, using his legs to keep mine spread. He lifts my dress, putting my ass on display. "Well, these are useless. Look how fucking soaked you are."

I try to push myself forward, still fighting even if it's only half-hearted. Do I actually want to get away?... No. I don't think I do but I'm having fun playing the victim.

He rips my panties off and a big meaty hand smacks my left cheek, covering almost the entire span. I scream into the dirt. "What the fuck?!"

"First, you tease me." Smack! "Then, you roll your eyes at me." Smack! "And you talk back to me. Little miss attitude." Smack, smack, SMACK!

Each slap to my ass gets harder to bear. I scream and attempt to wiggle away with each one. "Stay still!" His harsh voice makes me freeze. "Baby girls who listen get rewards." Satan rubs the sore spot on my cheek, his thumb casually rubbing against my pussy, turning the pain into pleasure. My screams turn to moans with each swipe against my clit. "You hear how wet you are, Baby girl?" Holy Fuck! I may not call him ‘Daddy' out loud, but I'll definitely be calling him that in my head.

All he's doing is teasing me. "Just fuck me already," I moan into the dirt.

"You want me to fuck you in the dirt, pretty girl?"

My voice is a high-pitched whine. "Yes!"

Satan retreats, removing his hand from my clit. "Ask me nicely."

Fucking bastard! "Pleeeeease!"

"Please what, Sin?"

I'm being left on the edge and I'm starting to get pissed. "Please stop being a dick and fuck me."

Smack! I scream into the ground again, caught between the pain and pleasure. "Try again, Brat."

"Please, fuck me. Please! I'll stop with the attitude. Just please!"

Satan shoves himself inside me, the fabric of his kilt settling against my back. "Good girl." He's so big, stretching and filling me. He keeps a steady pace, not fast or slow, but each thrust is more powerful than the last. "You like the pain, don't you, Baby girl?"

I moan in agreement. "Please," is the only word my brain knows right now. Feels so good.

"You want some more pain? You want me to brand you as mine? A pretty little symbol to show everyone who you belong to?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" I want whatever he's willing to give me at this point. I just want to cum!

"Ask permission." His voice stays even, like he's not even phased by fucking me.

Why won't he let me finish?! "Please! Brand me! Make me cum!"

His hand flattens against my back, right above the crack of my ass. "This will hurt." A burning pain sears against my back as a red light illuminates the arena. Satan lets go of my hands, moving his thumb to my clit to ease the pain. Within seconds, I'm coming on his dick, an explosive scream leaving my throat that I know will be sore tomorrow.

He pulls out for long enough to flip me on my back, then pushes back in. "Aren't you pretty. Covered in grass and mud. Dirty girl." My body begins to tense again, already on the cusp of another orgasm. His words feel just as good as his cock inside of me. "Come again for me, Baby girl. I want to watch you fall apart." His thumb barely grazes my clit and I blow. "So pretty."

A few more pumps have him pulling out, white cum spurting all over my stomach. "You did so good, Baby. You got farther than I thought you would."

Shit. I'll work on my cardio if it means this happens again. Especially if he's giving Daddy energy again. Though, I won't call him ‘Daddy' out loud.

You will one day.

My eyes fly to his. "Did I say that out loud?" A black eyebrow raises. I raise onto my elbows, sitting up somewhat. "Did you say that out loud?"

I branded you.

We can now communicate telepathically.

You're mine.

Holy fuck. I have to control what I think now?

"So, you're just naturally bratty. Good to know there will be multiple punishments in your future."

He backs up, righting himself, before wiping his hand over my stomach, cleaning it of his essence. "Why is your cum white? And why did you pull out? I thought y'all couldn't get me pregnant?" At least, none of them told me they could. Have they been trying to get me pregnant?! Those motherfuckers!

"Take a deep breath. We can't get you pregnant while on Earth. Down here? You're fair game." Satan rights my dress and pulls me into his arms. "Are you okay?"

I snuggle into the crook of his neck and nod. "What was that red light?"

"That was the brand. It let all of Hell know that you belong to me." His hand wraps around my hair and pulls me back so we make eye contact. "And I belong to you."

My heart expands, knowing that the brand I now have connects us mentally and physically.

Thank you…. Daddy

You're welcome, Sin