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nodded his head frantically. “Okay. Yes. Hell, yes. Anything. But please, do it soon.” He cupped her head in his hands and pulled her towards him.
    “Wait. I want to do this. I’m in control. I want you to…” She stopped and thought a minute. “ You can manipulate this environment any way you want. Now I want you to manipulate it the way I want it.”
    The Devil looked at her speculatively then gave her an evil grin. “Your wish is my…” He didn’t finish. It wasn’t necessary. He stood in front of her, wrists in leather cuffs, arms chained high above his head.
    Jess stood on tiptoe to look at the restraints. His fists were lightly clenched. The leather wrist bands held his arms taut, making his biceps bulge and glisten. She ran her fingers over them, watching them ripple as she moved her hands downwards.
    She ran her fingers through the soft hair lining his armpits and slid them across his hard, brown nipples. She tweaked them once, twice, and a thin sheen of sweat broke out on the flat planes of his chest. She poked out her tongue to lick it up and scraped his nipples with her teeth. His knees sagged, but the chains held him upright.
    Her tongue followed the ridge of muscle running down his abdomen and dipped into the furrow between his thighs and his narrow hips.
    She followed it until she came face to face with his cock. She ran her finger along the groove bisecting the head, spreading the little drop of moisture she found there. His cock twitched, swelled even more.
    She dropped to her knees.
    The Devil groaned, a sound of indescribable longing vibrating deep in his chest.
    Jess swallowed once and opened wide.
    And wider.
    And wider.
    Suddenly she was once again assailed by doubt. She backed off and looked up at him. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
    His hips jerked forward. There was desperation in his voice. “Sure you can. If you try, you can.”
    He’d been right every other time. She took a deep breath and believed. And suddenly her mouth was wrapped around him, her tongue swirling and probing in the cleft at the top of his cock. One of her hands curled around the base of his penis where it would not fit into her mouth, rhythmically stroking and squeezing it. Her other hand cradled and caressed his balls.
    His hips began to jerk. His body, suspended by the chains above him, swayed and bounced to the delirious rhythm of Jess’ greedy mouth. The pace was frantic, punctuated by the sound of grunts and slurps and moans Jess had no desire to control. She felt his balls contract tightly upwards and seconds later felt the thick, rich spurt of semen splash against the back of her throat.
    Her hands slipped around his bum and grabbed, forcing his penis deeper. She felt every beat and quiver as he shuddered into her.
    When he stilled, she stayed where she was, nestled below the ridges of his hard, muscled stomach. Eventually she stirred and, with a last, teasing flick of her tongue, reluctantly released him. She pursed her lips tightly so he felt every inch of the withdrawal.
    The restraints disappeared. The Devil sank down on his knees to face her. “Jess, that was incredible.”
    She lifted her head and smiled. Wiped the corners of her mouth with a sassy little flick of her fingers. She buffed her nails on what would have been her shirt had she been wearing one. “Gotta give the Devil his due.”
    He hugged her to him and she felt the strong beating of his heart. And hers. What she didn’t feel was one drop of guilt or embarrassment. With his willing surrender, he had made her strong. In Hell, under the Devil’s tutelage, she was becoming someone new, powerful and confident. Someone she was proud to be.
    But that was here in Hell. Back in the real world, it would make no difference. Some of her happiness faded. In spite of the delight of the Devil’s lessons, there was really no point in her having learned to embrace pleasure. Without him to share it, what pleasure was there likely to be for