Into The Devil’s Heart

Just as he described, everything was set for her. The water in the bathtub looks so good that she saw herself removing her clothes and in a blink of an eye, she was left nude.

She picks up the glass of roses and pours it all into the bath, happily, she soaks herself inside with a satisfied smile.

It felt so good, the way her body relaxed at the feel of the warm water on her skin, she could swear all her stress vanished at that instant.

She didn’t know how long she spent in the bath and only stepped out when she was satisfied and well-cleaned.

Just when she was wondering what to put on ’cause she forgot to get her towel, she caught sight of a night bathrobe.

It was white as snow with writings behind it. She walks her way to grab it, curious to know what’s there.

“Put it on!” She read it out loud, but that didn’t bother her. She would have put it on regardless but the fact that it was written with a spot of red ink got her thinking.

Of all the colors, at least black would have been preferable. She couldn’t keep herself wondering about things she would never understand.

She quickly puts it on and warps her hair with the hair towel by the side before walking out of the bathroom.

She thought it was over, the paper thing but when she walked to the mirror he specifically made for her, with a large white cupboard and lotions of different types on it, she saw another piece of paper.

She knew it was for her, so she reached out and opened it.

“Take the first dress in the closet and put it on!” She read it.

She wasn’t as curious as before, whatever was there for her, she would accept nothing so long as it didn’t risk her life.

She walked to the closet after she was done drying her hair and applying her lotion to her satisfaction.

Even though she’s from a rich family, she could swear she has never been pampered this way. Everything was at her disposal, she got to receive more than she asked even the ones she had no use for.

She knows full well he is doing all these to get her to let her guard down, but there is no way she will give in.

She was welcomed by an erotic black teddy bodysuit with garter belt lace, her mouth dropping at the sight of it.

There is no way on earth she will put on such, she should dress in a gown rather… Thinking on what to do, her eyes caught sight of a black ring cut out backless bodycon dress at thigh level. A smile spread on her lips, she was sure he would be thinking she would appear in the dress he’d asked her to put on and that would be her surprise for him.

With a smile, she puts on the dress matching perfect average-length black platform heels.

Just when she was about to close the closet, a piece of paper fell on her feet. She wasn’t expecting any and it took her by surprise as she almost screamed out her lungs.

With a deep breath, she picks up the paper.

“Go to the fourth room by the left” she read it again, she sure this is the last note.

Feeling satisfied with her looks, she walks out of the room and makes her way to the room she was ordered to.

It didn’t take her long to reach her room since it wasn’t that far from it. After her last encounter with Cannon killing that man mercilessly, she was so scared that she ignored everything and stayed in her lane.

A person can die once, and after death, it either goes to hell or heaven which she is sure she won’t go to.

It is better to live a fake and unhappy life than die, Anyway, there is no big difference between living life and dying only to roam around the earth like a lonely being.

She knocks on the door twice but there is no response, so she takes the initiative to usher herself in.

Everywhere was red, with lots of stuff she didn’t understand why they were there in the first place.

Curious, she found herself taking steps she wouldn’t have taken even if she was forced. Her hands tried on something that looked like stringers but she just couldn’t explain what it was.

Amazed by the stuff before her, she didn’t realize he was standing right behind her until he spoke out and his deep voice almost left her dying of shockExclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Enjoying!” He asked, staring down at her with hands buried deep inside his coat.

Audrey skips in fright, almost hitting her head on the large and strong wall if not for his ungodly reflex.

“You should be careful, bunny… You can’t bear to injure yourself and starve me of my favorite food, you know how crazy I get when starved” he breaths out, and leans down.

He was so close that she could feel his unholy breath all over her body sending chills of electricity all over her skin.

He takes in her amazing smell before pulling away, “I love stubborn people,” he said taking off his black coat.

“And you being one makes it even more interesting” he adds. The sight of his beautiful and well-toned body was enough to leave her mouth hanging wide open. She’d seen him before but, this was another level.

“I-i… That… I can’t wear it” she stutters, blinking away her lust.

Cannon tilts his head to the side, brow raised. How can he forget, she is the all-so-holy angel, and he will so much love to give her his not-so-holy torture?

He takes a few strides toward her, Audrey pins herself against the wall scared he will try to touch her inappropriately but to her greatest surprise, he didn’t touch her, instead, her reached out for something else.

Her gaze follows the direction of his hands, she blinks seeing that he didn’t aim at her.

Cannon brings forth the wipe before her, his lips pulling to the side seeing the look on her face.

“You ain’t going to flog me, are you?” Audrey asked, trying so hard not to let her fears out.

“I will surely do if you want me to” Cannon runs his hands on the long wipe, a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

Audrey thought everything was normal and ok not until he suddenly grabbed her as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed with red satin sheets spread all over.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” she fights, trying to release herself from his strong grip.

Cannon ignores her cries and proceeds with his plan. He throws her on the bed and grabs the handcuffs attached to the wall, clips her hands close.

“No, wait… Please… You can’t do this” Audrey cries, she watches him walk to the end of the bed and pulls her legs forward.

She can’t believe this is happening, she can’t possibly tie her up and leave right?

Regardless of all her pleadings, he ignores her and kept on chaining her to bed.

He crunches to his knees, enjoying the view of her virgin pussy before him.

Out of reflex, Audrey tries to close her legs but the chains don’t let her. Her heart was on a rampage, she didn’t know if she should cry or pray death came and carried her away.

“Your pussy is beautiful!” He compliments shamelessly, licking his lips. His gold eyes were now dark from lust and desire.