FIVE

GARETT

I watch as her face contorts into pure ecstasy. Her climax clearly hitting its peak. She's absolutely breathtaking. Her raven locks fall down her back in a shimmering waterfall. Her makeup is soft and shimmery, highlighting the natural contours of her face. Her white little outfit manages to be both sexy and innocent looking. She's flushed and her mouth is slightly agape as she moans through the orgasm. She's stunning.

But I know it's all a lie. She's not a sweet and innocent little angel. No, she's a fucking slut who just let some random man finger her while her best friend helped. I knew my girl was open with her sexuality, but letting two different people finger fuck her in a crowded bar is bold, even for her. She needs to learn that she belongs to me. Her pleasure, her pain, her tears, her blood are all fucking mine. And tonight I intend to show her just how possessive I can be when it comes to things that are mine.

In all honesty, that little show they just put on was fucking hot. Watching her writhe and squirm while pleasure coursed through her made my cock stiffen in my pants. If I wasn't so fucking angry at her for letting another man touch her, I'd be really turned on. And of course, he's not just any other man and that really fucking boils my blood. But now's not the time or place. He will get what's coming to him when it's the right time. For now, my focus is on ruining my sweet little angel.

"Fuck, man," Luke whispers towards me. "That's who we're here for?" He inclines his head towards the spectacle in front of us.

"Yeah." My jaw is so tight it feels like it might snap. "The angel is mine. I'd tell you to take the one dressed as a devil, but it looks like she might have found something else to entertain her tonight already." I share a knowing look with my best friend. We agreed on this plan. Now we each have to play our parts.

"Oh, I definitely don't mind sharing." I see him wink through the darkened eye hole of the mask he's wearing. "This is gonna' be fun."

"Just don't forget, we need his phone. Have all the fun you want as long as you're able to take his cell without noticing."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Luke waves me off as he prowls towards his prey. The pink-haired bimbo might actually be able to give my best friend a run for his money.

We both are dressed in casual black jeans and long sleeve tee shirts, mine clinging tightly to the muscles and tattooed skin of my arms. Luke is leaner than I am and has that clean cut look to him since he works at a law firm. However, lurking behind his professional facade is a true demon of debauchery and lust. He definitely means it when he says he'd be open to entertaining Celeste's little friend and her new boy toy. Not that I'm judging, but Luke will happily stick his dick anywhere he can. I, however, reserve my dirty thoughts for only women. Well, one woman in particular. I am wearing the mask of a devil, red and sinister with black mesh over the eyes. Luke wears a demon mask. His is black and gold, with a long fake tongue curling out of the mouth. We look like sin incarnate, a perfect way to hide our true monstrosity. Usually I hate the whole dressing up holiday deal but I could get on board with these Halloween costumes. Maybe that's the appeal—you get to show the truths of what you normally have to hide. I'll gladly show my little angel what a devil I truly am.

The club is hot and crowded, the room is a fake blood-covered mess of grinding forms. However, I'm here for one reason and one reason alone: the little angel currently coming down from her orgasm in front of me. I watch as her chest begins to rise and fall at a more steady pattern, her delicious tits heaving in her tight corset top. I can't wait to sink my teeth into the delicate flesh she has prominently displayed. I'm desperate to see her bloody and bruised beneath me. When her eyes open, they lock onto mine immediately, as though the Fates have connected an invisible string between us, drawing her to me. I see her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she realizes that I just watched her get finger fucked in public. Her cheeks flush with slight embarrassment.

Silly girl, I'll be seeing far more than that by the time I'm done with you.

The energy between us is electric. I know she can feel it, just as I can. Her friend and their new boy toy continue to make out with each other, grinding their bodies against hers. Luke snakes in behind the friend, pulling her against him and grinding into her ass. But my little angel is frozen, completely entranced by me. She's clearly caught in my web. I tilt my head to the side slightly as I study her and I swear I can see her body shiver in anticipation from here.

Hastily, she disentangles herself from the others and spins away, breaking our eye contact. The sudden loss twists something painful in my chest as the urge to pursue her pushes my feet to move. As I pass her friend, who is now completely entangled between the blond-haired fucker who is at the very top of my "To Torture and Kill List" and my best friend, I notice Luke lift his mask and lick up the entire column of her neck. Her head falls back in a moan and her pink curls cascade across her shoulders. When he catches me watching, my friend winks at me before sinking his teeth roughly into her tender flesh. She shrieks and tries to pull away but he's already ensnared her.

My little angel has disappeared among the crowd of writhing bodies. But she can't hide for long. I will find her and I fully intend on punishing her for running from me when I do. She needs to learn that she's mine, from now until the moment she takes her very last breath.

A flash of shimmering white catches my eye up ahead.

Caught you, angel.

I shove my way through the crowd until she's finally back in my sight. She seems to be on a path towards a darkened back hallway. A red neon sign above lets me know she's headed towards the bathroom.

Perfect.

Right as she turns the corner, moving out of the chaos of the main bar area, and into the shadows of the secluded hallway, I reach my hand out to grab her. My fingers curl around her delicate neck. It's so small, so breakable. Shoving her up against the wall, I turn her to face me and use my hand on her throat to keep her pinned in place. Her eyes widen in terror and her pulse beats erratically underneath her pale flesh. Fuck, the terror in her eyes has my cock jerking to attention, begging to be unleashed on the heavenly creature cowering beneath me.

"Wh—what do you want?" she manages to choke out. A scared little sigh escapes her parted lips. It's absolutely delectable.

Leaning down until I'm pressed right up against her, I whisper into her ear, "You, my little angel."

I grind against her, letting her feel my obvious erection. She shivers against me and I savor the fear and need warring within her.

"I'll scream," she whispers, barely making an attempt to sound convincing. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulders, letting me know she wants this even as her words say otherwise.

"You absolutely will be screaming, lovely girl. You'll be screaming out for the Devil as you come right here in this hallway."

Her breath hitches at my insinuation, her heaving tits rubbing up against my chest. I grind my cock against her again, eliciting a moan from her.

"No one will be able to hear you scream. They all have their headphones in. You can fight me all you want, but no one is coming to save you. Tonight my sweet little angel, you belong to the Devil." I emphasize my point with a slight squeeze to her throat.

I know the Devil references are a little on point with my mask and all but I can't resist. Here I am, dressed as the Devil, pinning a sweet little angel to the wall in a shitty club. And it's Halloween weekend. It's all just too perfect. I can't help but lean into it. We're here to play a game, so I might as well play my part well. Unfortunately for my little angel, she's the pawn that is going to help me win this game.

I move my hand from her neck, letting it trail down her body until I reach her hip. I dig my fingers into the soft flesh, holding her firmly against the wall. With my other hand, I reach into my pocket and pull out my knife. I bring it in front of her face and watch as fear permeates through her when I release the switchblade. The shimmering steel glints in the sliver of light coming down the hallway from the main room of the club. Her eyes widen as she takes in the threat in front of her. My cock jerks in my pants. Her terror is absolutely intoxicating.

She tries to push away and get out of my reach but I slam her back against the wall, pointing the blade at her chest. Her tits heave as her fear makes her breathing heavy. I want to cut every piece of clothing from her body and fuck her loudly in this hallway, but I need her begging for my cock before I give it to her.

"Where do you think you're going, angel?" I coo as I bring the tip of my blade to the surface of her top. I scratch the blade lightly against her skin, not enough to make her bleed, but enough to irritate the skin. Goosebumps ripple across her skin as my blade traces a taunting path across her pale flesh.

"Please," she begs as her eyes track the slow path my knife is making across her snow white skin. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone. I'll just leave. I promise. Just please don't hurt me."

We both watch as the blade scrapes back and forth across her skin, leaving bright red marks all across her beautiful, soft breasts. I was right, she looks stunning covered in my red marks. The sight is heavenly. I keep my knife trailing against her chest while my other hand sneaks below her skirt. Pressing a single finger against her, I begin to rub the outside of her pussy lips.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart. You're soaking through your fucking panties. I think you're turned on by the fear." I lean in as close as I can to the shell of her ear. "I think you want me to make it hurt."

I can feel her pussy clench at my words, and I know I have her. Removing myself from her, I spin her around. Her hands fly out to brace herself against the wall. I lift her skirt over her ass. It's plump and juicy. I want to sink my teeth into her ass and cover it in my bite marks.

"Hey!" she protests as she attempts to pull her skirt back down, but I shove her hands back against the wall.

Pushing my front to her back, I grind my rock hard erection against her ass, pulling a moan from her plush little lips. "Be a good girl for me and I'll let you come, angel. That's what you want right? To be my perfect little angel, and let the Devil make you feel good?"

She hesitates for a moment. But just one moment before she resigns herself to her fate.

"Yes," she whispers as her ass grinds against me again, seeking some type of friction.

I move my hands around to the front of her and slip my knife underneath the front of her white little thong. Her breath hitches slightly when she feels the cold metal against her skin, but when I pull the blade through the fabric, cutting the small scrap of lace from her, she moans in satisfaction. I grab the ruined underwear and shove them in my pocket. They'll come in handy later.

Moving to crouch behind her, I let my hands trail down her thick thighs, pulling them open for me. Using my fingers, I open her soft folds and expose her perfect pink pussy. I can see how wet and engorged she is even in the low light of the small alcove we're hiding in.

"You want me to touch you, angel?"

"Yes, please," she moans as she desperately humps at the air.

I smack her pussy suddenly. She cries out and turns her head to glare at me over her shoulder. Good. I want her anger just as badly as I want her pleasure.

"I would have touched you, but you let someone else touch you first. Dirty sluts don't deserve rewards, do they?"

"N–no."

"What do dirty sluts deserve, angel?"

"I–I don't know." She's a stuttering mess. I know I confused her by working her up and now pulling back. But this girl needs to learn who the fuck she belongs to. I smack her pussy again, this time harder. The sound of my palm hitting her slick flesh bounces off the walls around us. She cries out in pain but doesn't move.

"Let's try that again. What do dirty sluts like you deserve?"

"Punishment?"

I rub my fingers softly against her clit when she answers correctly. Her head falls back and she moans in pleasure, her hips rocking as I caress her engorged bud. She's so wet and needy for me. It's perfection.

"That's right, angel," I praise as I continue to rub her clit. With her head thrown back and her eyes closed in pleasure she doesn't even notice me bring my knife back up.

Her scream is loud enough to wake the dead. But no one will hear her with their headphones in and the music blaring into their ears. I pull the knife out a little, then drive the handle back into her tight cunt.

"If you would have been a good girl and waited for me, I would have let you come on my face and fingers. But you let some fucking stranger touch you, so now you'll come on my knife and lick it clean for me."

She moans and begins to relax as I continue to move the knife in and out of her. I'm careful not to let the blade knick either of us. I don't want her blood, not yet at least. Her pale complexion turns pink as the pleasure I'm providing her heats her core. Perspiration clings to her chest. She's a vision and I can't fucking pull my eyes away from her. Moving my other hand back to her clit, I rub circles again. When I begin to fuck her with my knife in time with small little pinches to her sensitive nub, all her reservations melt away. She lets the pleasure totally consume her as she rocks her hips.

"Oh my God. Oh my God!" she moans as her pleasure builds.

"There's no God here baby, just the Devil. Now show me how you look when you sin, angel."

"Fuck!" she yells as I up the pace. Her hips begin jerking uncontrollably as her release nears. "Don't stop! I'm gonna' come!"

"I won't stop, baby. Show me what a good little slut you can be and come all over my knife in this dirty hallway where anyone could see you."

She falls over the edge. Her face contorts and all her muscles freeze up as her pussy contracts around the foreign object inside her. Her pleasure is completely intoxicating. I fuck her through each wave of her release. When her climax finally ends, she lets out a satisfied sigh and slumps her forehead against the wall.

Without removing the knife, I stand behind her.

"You didn't think we were done yet, did you, angel?" She turns her head to look at me, confusion obvious on her face. "We're just getting started."