Chapter 27: The Devil Calls

BLADE can sense her distress and says, "It’s fine if you have 2 phones. I have 2 sim cards, one with personal contacts, the other one is just to contact you. We’re basically the same," he then laughs.

This puts her at ease and she stops squirming on the bed.

The phone is still ringing and a sick idea enters his mind. He took the phone and he was taken aback by the contact name flashing on the screen. It says “The Devil”. He stares at her and says, “The Devil is calling you”.

"Don’t!" She screams while trying to move again.

He walked towards her and she could hear the ring getting louder and louder. Her reaction piqued his interest. "Who is it? Who’s the devil?" He asked, his voice with a tinge of bitterness to it.

"Is she seeing someone else?" he asked himself.

Her face turned pale and she clenched her fist and yelled, "It’s my Dad!"

"Ohhh! The real daddy?" He teases her, his words with a tinge of doubt about whether she’s telling the truth.

He grins eerily, took the whipped cream and sprayed a good amount of it onto her private part. He then showed her that he was answering the call, putting it on speaker phone and left it beside her.

Her face turned white as a ghost, she began to tremble and her heart was pounding.

"He..lo.. L..t.o. Di..n..e," an incoherent man can be heard on the other line. You could say he’s too drunk to speak.

"Hello, Dad. What did you say?" She asks while trying not to moan, as he started licking the whipped cream out of her insides. She was trying so hard not to make any unexplainable sound.

"Dad, please hang up the call." She yells internally.

"I .. sa.. d…and… d..in..er." He still spoke incoherently.

Her eyes are teary, legs trembling, and her back is arching. She wanted to jump out of bed.

Meanwhile, he was enjoying her agony and continued toying with her. Whenever she tries to speak, he sucks the cream out of her.

"Damn this man!" She said to herself.

She breathes heavily and yells on the phone.

"Dad, put Cathrine on the phone!"

You can hear on the other line a scuffling sound of people fighting over the phone, then a woman’s voice can be heard.

"Hey! Your father has a lot to drink and he wants me to tell you that we’re staying here for a while, and we’re not coming home for dinner. So don’t wait up." She explains.

"Okay!" She replies but her voice is shaky and it sounds like gasping for air.

He’s done eating the whipped cream out of her and now licking and sucking her parts while inserting two of his fingers inside of her.

"Oh my! I wanted to yell and explode," she told herself.

Her whole body is shaking and she can’t make a sound because she’s still on the phone.

Catherine heard her voice and felt something amiss. She then asked, "Are you okay? You sound a bit weird today."

She tries to calm herself and says, "I’m fine, I’m just watching a movie, it’s hea..vy dra..ma," she stutters, as he changes the speed of his fingers to her.

Catherine breathes a sigh of relief, then bids her goodbye and disconnects the call. When she hears that the call is now disconnected, she starts yelling at the top of her lungs.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!!!" She wanted to kick him so badly but she couldn’t. He stops what he was doing and laughs at her. "I fucking hate you!!!" She added.

"Do you really?" He asks while staring at her with a mischievous smile.

"Untie me!" She says while wiggling.

"No!" He responded while starting to emanate a domineering sadistic aura.

He then took the whip and hit her in the leg, then hit her in her private part. She moans loudly and wants to continue the feeling she had before hanging up the call. She’s about to burst but he stops everything and this hurts her so much.

"I don’t know which one you hate; me answering the call or me stopping!" He says while sitting on her chest and tracing her body with the whip.

She blushed and lowered her gaze, then said, "the latter."

"Beg!"

She gasped.

"You heard me. Beg!" He repeats.

"Please tou..ch me aga..in." She says in a low embarrassed voice.

"I can't hear you. What did you say?" He asks maliciously. Proving that he is enjoying tormenting her.

She furrowed her brows, tears forming in her eyes. She swallowed her pride slowly and begged him.

"Please, sir. Touch me again."

He grinned and tilted his head while staring at her. The feeling of control and power felt good. He caressed her red face, she winced at his every touch. He knew she was at his mercy, he knew she'd do anything for him, like a good girl she is, and he was more than happy to compensate her for it. He pecks her in the neck, then moves down to her and finishes her off. He licks and kisses her thighs, then slurps her insides while he inserts two of his fingers and moves them gradually. Using his other hand, he toyed with her erect nipples.

She whimpers and cries in intense pleasure. She arched her back as she got off, she grunted loudly and she began to squirt. She saw that her liquid went to his pants and shirt, she then laughs and says, “Serve you right.”