#10

The rest of the daypasses in a daze. All I remember is feeling out of sorts, with my heart racing and my painfully bare pussy tingling every time someone looks my way.

I somehow manage to stay sane until I"m done with all of my classes, but just as I"m all set to rush back into the safety of my dorm, my phone starts to ring, and...

It"s not the Devil who"s calling me.

Unfortunately.

An old friend from high school asks if I"m still looking for work, and in less than an hour I"m already at Hotel Aehrenthal"s staff quarters for temps, and Jenna is hurriedly filling me in about tonight"s gig. "I know that"s a lot to take in, but what do you think? Can you handle it?"

"Sell tons of coffee, make VIPs laugh, but act invisible otherwise. Did I miss anything?"

Jenna gives me a thumbs-up. "I knew I could count on you!"

I change into my new uniform soon after that, and I feel like cringing as I stare at my reflection. My bright red apron is cute and appropriate for the upcoming holidays, sure, but the black off-the-shoulder dress under it is a little too skimpy for comfort, and I find myself tugging the dress down every so often when I finally get to work.

Why does Lady Luck hate me so?

I can"t believe I"m going around selling coffee in public without a scrap of undies under my dress. Every step I take, every turn I make is excruciating, and I have to constantly remind myself that this gig pays 300 bucks for just three hours of work.

It"s half-past eight in the evening when my shift finally ends, and I"ve only just said goodbye to Jenna when my phone starts ringing.

You were supposed to inform me first before taking any job.

Oh crap.

The Devil"s voice is still disguised, but I can easily imagine him biting the words out between clenched teeth.

"It"s not really a job," I say weakly. "It"s a one-day thing so I didn"t think it would matter."

I warned you before, didn"t I?

If you"re not going to follow my rules, then you should"ve asked someone else to protect you.

I might have baulked if all the Devil wanted was to order me around, but when it"s clear that he only has my safety in my mind...

"I"m sorry."

What else can I do but apologize?

"I promise this won"t happen again."

I hold my breath and wait for him to speak, but when the silence between us only lengthens, I surprise myself by feeling desperately wanting to woo the Devil out of his bad mood.

"Please, sir."

Still nothing.

"Is t-there anything I can do—-"

Yes. There is.

The abruptness of the Devil"s response catches me off guard, and I can"t help feeling apprehensive when he asks me to head over to one of the hotel"s private cinemas.

Having an entire movie theater to yourself and your date has been all the rage lately, and while the timing doesn"t make sense...what if the Devil wants to use this opportunity to reveal himself to me for whatever reason?

I know it sounds absurd, but I can feel my heart racing when I finally reach the cinema, and I find it completely empty save for myself.

Sit in front.

"Is there anyone else here?" I ask nervously.

It"s just you and me.

Does that mean I"m right?

Will the Devil finally reveal himself to me?

I wait for the lights overhead to switch off, but they remain ablaze even as the huge screen in front of me finally lights up...and I find myself staring at a giant-sized reflection of myself.

Oh my God.

"What is this?"

You said you wanted to do something for me.

"That doesn"t answer my question." My voice trails off as I notice something about my reflection.

Oh my God.

A gasp escapes me when I realize I can see a large-scale version of my pussy on the screen, but the Devil stops me when I"m about to snap my legs close.

Don"t.

I can only squirm as I stare at my exposed flesh, but even as my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I can also feel moisture already lining my folds.

Get rid of your apron.

Heat weaves sinuously around me as I untie my apron from the back before setting it aside.

Are you wearing a bra under your dress?

Should I tell him the truth or—-

Don"t bother lying.

I can already tell just by looking at you.

"I didn"t have a choice." I sound defensive to my own ears, but I just can"t help it. "My bra didn"t have detachable straps, and it wouldn"t have looked good—-"

Then you don"t have any fucking underwear in that dress?

Not one fucking piece?

"N-no?"

If I ever find out you"ve gone somewhere again without your underwear without telling me...

I"ll make you wear one myself the moment I find you.

I can only gulp and nod, but this clearly isn"t enough for the Devil.

You"re mine, Sheena.

And being mine means you"re not fucking allowed to drive other men crazy with how you look.

"It wasn"t my intention—-"

Just look at yourself, will you?

My gaze swings back to the screen, and I bite my lip hard at the way my breasts have grown noticeably swollen under my dress.

Do you get it now?

No man gives a fuck about what you intend.

The moment they see you like that, all they"ll think about are your fucking tits, and how long they"ll have to squeeze and knead them until your nipples start crying out.

If that"s what the Devil wants to know as well, then he now has his answer, since his words alone already have my nipples poking against the thin fabric of my dress.

Goddammit, Sheena.

I cry out when I see the camera suddenly zooming in on my chest.

I"m getting fucking mad here, so why are you turned on?

Oh God.

You"ve become a really bad girl lately, haven"t you?

"N-no..." I shake my lead in denial even as my nipples continue to pucker up.

If all I have to do is rage and talk dirty to turn you on...

I lift my arms to cover my chest, but when I hear the Devil speak again—-

Then how about we make you do something dirtier?

Let"s see you turn fucking nasty when you start playing with your tits.

Can you do that for me?

I"m helplessly bewitched, and instead of covering myself I end up doing as he asked.

Imagine it"s the Devil"s hands cupping your breasts.

I"m cupping my breasts the way I imagine the Devil would do it, play with my tits the way I imagine he would play with them—-

Yes, that"s it.

Get nasty for me, Sheena.

I just can"t stop myself from crying out at his words, and the way the sound bounces against the walls only makes my breasts ache more desperately for the Devil"s touch.

I want to see you at your fucking nastiest...

My heart hammers when the camera zooms in at my legs.

So can you open your legs wide for me?

Here we go again...

And now...your cunt.

Hold them open for me, please.

God, oh God.

The way he can sound so terribly polite while asking for something so vulgar is irresistible, and I feel myself growing dizzy with desire as I slowly pull my nether lips open.

More.

Secret parts of my body start to stretch as I pull my folds further apart.

You have such a hot little cunt, Sheena.

I just can"t help it, and another moan spirals out of my throat.

Have you ever tried pushing your fingers inside of your pussy?

I shake my head.

Why?

"I...I guess I was scared?"

Scared of what?

"That I"d do it wrong..."

Shall I teach you how to do it?

My eyes widen. "No, I—-"

There"s no need to be shy.

I"m happy to be of assistance.

"B-But—-"

Let"s start with just one finger.

Trace the length of your folds.

I can barely breathe as I reach between my legs, and my stomach clenches as my finger comes into contact with my swollen folds.

Move your finger up and down.

Wetness drips down my thighs as my finger moves up and down just like he"s asked.

That"s it...

Can you feel where your cunt is starting to suck you in?

That"s where you push your finger in...

My breath turns erratic as I try pushing my finger in.

Slowly now...

We don"t want you taking your own virginity.

Push just enough until the first crease of your finger...

My entire body shudders as about an inch of my finger finally makes it inside of my pussy.

How does it feel?

"S-Strange..."

What else?

"And s-stuffed..."

The Devil makes a sound that I don"t think I"ve ever heard before. Was that a groan?

You do know...that my cock is a lot bigger than that finger of yours.

Oh God.

Don"t you?

"I g-guess—-"

You don"t have to make any guesses.

My cock being bigger than your finger is a fact.

But...what if I tell you that my dick is an entire foot long?

My pussy tightens around my finger at the question, and I feel like I"m about to burst into flames at any moment.

Can you imagine being fucked by a cock that long?

Just trying to imagine it is enough to make me moan—-

Ah, Sheena.

I can"t wait to hear you moaning straight into my ears.

No wireless buds. No phones. No fucking anything but just you crying out nasty things to my ear as I fuck you hard and fast.

Can you imagine how that would feel like?

"Yes." I can imagine it so, so easily, and I know this isn"t right, but I want it to happen so, so bad.

I want the Devil, and I want to be nasty for him.

Imagine what it would be like to hear my voice.

My real fucking voice telling you how hot and nasty you are.

My pussy contracts around my finger, and another moan ripples out of me.

Imagine my tongue fucking your ear—-

God, oh God.

I just can"t take it anymore, and I find myself sobbing out in surrender.

"I want that, too..."

The Devil makes another unfamiliar sound, but I"m already too lost in my need to even guess what it is.

What did you say?

"I said I want it, too—-"

Fuck.

Just hearing him cuss has lust licking all over my pussy, and it only makes me more shameless and desperate.

"I want you—-"

Fuck, Sheena, fuck.

The software he"s using still makes him sound like a robot even when he"s cursing, but I just want him so much that hearing it only makes me moan anew.

Do you trust me?

The question catches me off guard, and I"m not sure who"s more surprised between us when the answer instantly rolls down my tongue.

"Yes."

And as soon as I say it, I realize it"s true.

For better or for worse, I do trust the Devil, and that"s why—-

Pull your dress down until your tits pop out.

All I can do is writhe and whimper even as I hurry to do his bidding.

Keep that one finger inside of your cunt.

Use your other hand to start playing with your tit.

Yes...that"s it.

You"ve got the most gorgeous pair of tits, Sheena.

More so when they"re blown up like this.

The camera zooms in on my bare swollen breasts as he speaks, and all I can do is moan while my pussy starts squeezing tighter and tighter.

Ah, Sheena.

Can you squeeze your tit for me?

As hard as you fucking can.

My fingers bite into the sensitive flesh of my tit—-

Harder, Sheena.

Harder.

—-and the mix of pain and pleasure makes me delirious.

Your nipple seems like it"s begging for my attention.

Pinch it for me please.

What he"s asking for is entirely new to me, and I can barely hear anything over the thud of my heartbeat. My nipple grows even more pointed when it"s finally between my fingers, and when I finally give them a pinch—-

Aaaaaah.

I almost feel like I have to be punished at how sinfully good it feels, to know that the Devil is watching me while I"m pinching my nipple.

Now is not the time to be gentle.

Pinch it harder.

Harder.

Pinch it like you"re punishing your nipple for daring to tease up against your dress while its owner isn"t around—-

I"m shuddering with every wicked word the Devil utters, and my nipples feel like they"re about to leak as I alternate between pinching one and the other, and as hard as I possibly can.

Look at yourself, Sheena.

I want you to imagine you"re looking straight into the Devil"s eyes while you"re pinching your nipples...

My world starts to spin out of order as I stare at the large-scale version of myself on the screen.

I can see it in your face...

You"re close to cumming.

"Wanton" is the only way to describe the expression on my face, and when I think about the Devil seeing me like this—-

Make that finger inside of you move.

Don"t push deeper.

Just draw small fucking circles inside of you.

Imagine it"s my finger exploring the secret places of your cunt.

That"s it, yes, that"s fucking it.

Get really fucking nasty and cum for me, Sheena.

Cum for me.

I"m not sure how long my orgasm last this time. It felt like an eternity to be honest, but at the same time, it also felt like it wasn"t long enough.

All I know is that by the time he tells me I"m free to go, my legs feel like jelly under me, and my fingers are all thumbs as I struggle to retie my apron.

I feel like I"m floating when I step out of the cinema, but I find myself crashing back down in reality when I bump straight into a man"s chest—-

"Sorry."

"I doubt it."

That voice.

My head jerks up, and I see him.

The man who threatened to ruin my life...and all because I had the courage to report him for destroying someone else"s.