Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] by Vin Stephens

salacious assault. Just as she was about to surrender to the tide threatening to sweep her away, the delightful sensations ceased altogether. She groaned in disappointment.
    “Good. You’re awake.”
    Devon? Why on earth couldn’t she see? As much she tried to force her lids open, they would not lift. Sin stilled. She yanked her hands softly. Tied. Shit. Tilting her head, she felt the soft fabric rub against her bare shoulder. Blindfolded. Holy fuck. “What are you going to do to me?”
    Silence so thick she could practically taste it greeted her question. Puzzled and more than a little afraid that she’d been deserted, she tried to calm her scrambling mind. Slowly, comprehension dawned on her, and she slipped into her role as easily as she would into a warm bubble bath. A surge of adrenaline and excitement, intermingled with a dose of fear and anxiety, strummed through her.
    She revised her words. “I’m awake, Master.”
    “I don’t like to be kept waiting, my sweet slave.” Sin shivered at the deep, husky baritone. Devon did not sound pleased.
    “I’m sorry, Master.”
    She felt his strong hands cup and weigh her breasts. “Do you think you should be punished?”
    Sin’s senses were lost in the titillating buzz his hands were causing on her breasts. He could do whatever he wanted so long as he released this pressure that was building within her. Her silence made his hands squeeze tighter. Sin mumbled incoherently and arched her back, begging for his touch.
    Devon seized her nipples. He pinched hard as he tugged on them. Sin mewled as pain and pleasure mixed to form a heady concoction that dripped from her barren pussy. The walls clenched, desperately seeking solace. Devon snapped at her as he rolled and tweaked her nipples mercilessly. “You like being punished?”
    Her lips trembled, but she ruthlessly kept her admission locked inside.
    One hand left her breast, and there was a sharp slap on her sensitized mons. The folds in her pussy contracted, more from shock than pain. “I asked you a question, my pet.”
    Sin wrenched on her restraints helplessly. She wanted to touch him so badly. If she could just rake her nails down his back, he would know the truth without her having to say it out loud.
    Another stinging smack to her pussy had her thrashing wildly. “I can’t hear you, my slave.”
    Sin cried out long and mournful. Couldn’t he hear the wet sounds of her weeping pussy? She nodded frantically, praying he would not leave her wanting.
    “Say it.” His demand was punctuated with a quick succession of triple strikes to her soaked cunt.
    “Yes, damn you.”
    “Yes who?” He smacked her hard again.
    Sin screamed at the acute pleasure that coursed through her. “Yes, Master. Yes.”
    Her hips lifted, awaiting his punishing hand. But it did not come. Instead he pulled her legs apart savagely. Sin tensed as she felt the tip of his penis tease her pussy entrance. She swallowed and lay perfectly still.
    His tall, hard body stretched over her. Thick fingers grasped her jaw, angling her head to his satisfaction. His other hand grasped her hair in a brutal hold. Hot breath fanned over her parched lips. “You have pleased your Master. You shall be rewarded.”
    Sin yelled out shrilly as he simultaneously drove into both her pussy and her mouth. He swallowed her cries as his tongue dueled fiercely with hers. His cock was large and as hard as granite. Sin bit down on his tongue as the entrance of her pussy burned at the massive intrusion. He simply tightened his hold on her jaw and withdrew his cock slowly.
    He slammed into her hard, driving the breath right out of her. “I can feel how wet your pussy is from your spanking.”
    The passages deep within her intimate channel sucked hungrily on his thick length. She looped her legs around his hips, wantonly urging him to move faster. He was all controlling and consuming. She felt filled, surrounded, and entirely engulfed by his powerful presence. He demanded