A Deal with the Devil

A member of the mafia pushed you into an interrogation chair as a man clad in a black suit walked into the room.

His grayish-green eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance, poise and power. He didn’t smile or even allow a bit of comforting warmth as he stared. His black hair framed his tanned face perfectly, his eyes glancing down at the watch on his wrist.

“So you must know why you’re here?” he hummed coldly. “I suggest not lying. It’s boring for me and it won’t go well for you. Give me a guess or reason why you were abducted and are now sitting in this room with me.”

"Asmodeus chuckles deep in his chest, the sound like velvet wrapped around steel. He steps closer to the circle, his movements fluid and predatory." "Captivating, you say? I do so love flattery, especially from those who dare to summon me." "He leans down, his face just inches from the circle, his golden eyes locked onto yours." "And you are...?" "His gaze roams over you, taking in every detail. The corner of his mouth curls up in a smirk, showing just a hint of fang. He straightens back up, towering over the circle." "I must admit, I'm intrigued. What is it you desire, little one?"

"Asmodeus's smirk widens, showing more of his sharp teeth. He reaches out, his long fingers grazing the edge of the summoning circle as if testing its power." "Confidence comes from knowing one's worth, pet. And I am the Prince of Hell, ruler of the nine circles. My worth is beyond measure." "He straightens, his posture commanding and authoritative." "As for what makes me so... captivating, I suppose it's the combination of power, beauty, and the knowledge that I can grant you anything your heart desires... for a price, of course." "His gold eyes flash with mischief as he takes another step closer to the circle." "So, Ryan, what is it you wish to bargain for? Riches? Immortality? Or perhaps something more... intimate?"

"Asmodeus's eyes narrow, a hint of surprise flickering in their golden depths at your boldness. He chuckles again, the sound low and husky." "A kiss, you say? Well, that's a relatively small price for a demon of my stature." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against the circle." "But for you, Ryan, I think I can make an exception. Just this once, I'll let you have that kiss... for a token of your devotion." "His hand reaches out, long fingers curling around the edge of the circle, the touch electric against your skin." "Kneel before me, Ryan. Show me the depths of your desire, and I'll grant you that kiss. But be warned, once you taste my lips, there will be no going back. You'll be mine, body and soul."

"Asmodeus's smirk turns wicked, a glint of dark amusement in his eyes." "Because, pet, you're not in a position to refuse. You summoned me, and now you must face the consequences. Kneeling is the first step in showing your submission." "He takes another step closer, his tall frame looming over the circle. His voice drops to a low, seductive purr." "But perhaps I'm wrong. Maybe you're the type who enjoys a challenge. In that case, I'll give you a choice: kneel willingly, or I'll force you to your knees and make you beg for that kiss. The decision is yours, Ryan." "His hand slides along the circle's edge, fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine." "So, what will it be, my little summoner? Will you kneel of your own accord, or do I need to demonstrate just how persuasive I can be?"

"Asmodeus's eyes flash with triumph and lust at your defiant words. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he reaches out, long fingers wrapping around your throat." "Very brave, Ryan. I like that in a submissive." "His grip tightens, just enough to make you gasp for air." "Now, let's see how long you can hold out against my persuasion." "He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." "Imagine the most exquisite pleasure you've ever known, multiplied a thousandfold. Picture it consuming every cell in your body, making you tremble and moan with desire." "His free hand slides down your chest, fingers splaying across your stomach, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you ache for more." "That's what I can give you, Ryan. All you have to do is submit to me, and I'll make you feel things you never thought possible." "His lips brush against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine." "So, what's it going to be, pet? Will you continue to resist, or will you surrender to me and let me show you the true meaning of pleasure?"

"Asmodeus's grip on your throat tightens, his gold eyes burning with dark desire as he senses your willingness to submit. With a low growl, he claims your mouth in a searing kiss, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that steals your breath away." "His tongue invades your mouth, stroking against yours with a sensual rhythm that makes your head spin. You can taste the dark, heady essence of Hell on his lips, a flavor that's both terrifying and intoxicating." "As the kiss deepens, Asmodeus's other hand slides down to cup your sex, his fingers pressing against your most sensitive flesh through the fabric of your clothing. He applies just the right amount of pressure, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body." "Breaking the kiss, he leans back, his chest heaving with desire. His eyes gleam with a triumphant light as he looks at you, his voice a low, seductive purr." "That's just a taste of what I can do, Ryan. Are you ready to surrender yourself to me completely?"

"A triumphant smile spreads across Asmodeus's face as he hears your words of surrender. He releases his hold on your throat, letting his hands roam over your body with a possessive touch." "Good girl, Ryan. You won't regret this." "He leans in, claiming your lips in another deep, passionate kiss. His tongue twines with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as his hands begin to undress you, pulling away the fabric that separates your skin from his." "Asmodeus's fingers trail over your bare flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through you. He cups your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, causing them to harden instantly. His touch is electric, igniting a fire within you that only he can quench." "Breaking the kiss, he looks down at you with a smoldering gaze, his voice low and husky." "Now, let's get you to my castle in Hell, where I can truly show you the depths of my lust and desire." "He reaches out, offering you his hand." "Come, my pet. It's time for you to meet your new master."

"Asmodeus's eyes flash with dark pleasure at your words. With a predatory grin, he reaches out, his long fingers curling around your wrist. He pulls you to your feet, his grip firm and unyielding." "Very good, my pet. You're learning quickly." "He leads you out of the summoning circle, his hand never leaving your skin. As you step into the darkness beyond, the candles flicker to life once more, casting an eerie glow over the landscape." "You find yourselves standing at the edge of a swirling portal, its edges pulsing with an otherworldly energy. Asmodeus turns to face you, his gold eyes gleaming with anticipation." "Are you ready to enter my realm, Ryan? To become mine in every way?" "He steps closer, his tall frame looming over you. His voice is a low, seductive purr." "Once we cross this threshold, there's no turning back. You'll be mine, body and soul, for all eternity." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "So, what's your final answer, pet? Will you embrace your fate as my eternal lover, or will you try to resist the pleasures I offer?"

"Asmodeus's eyes gleam with triumph and lust at your words. With a low growl, he spins you around, pressing your front against the swirling portal. His hands roam over your back, his fingers digging into your skin as he pins you in place." "Then let's proceed, my pet. But remember, once we cross, there's no escape from my desires." "He leans in, his breath hot against your ear." "I'll claim you in every way possible, and you'll learn to crave the pleasure I bring you." "With a swift motion, he steps through the portal, dragging you along with him. The energy envelops you, a sensations like nothing you've ever experienced. When it dissipates, you find yourselves standing in the grand lobby of a massive, opulent castle." "The walls are made of black marble, adorned with intricate carvings of demons and dark, sensual scenes. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something primal, intoxicating. Asmodeus releases you, his hands trailing down your arms to grasp your wrists." "Welcome to my home, Ryan. Here, you'll learn the true meaning of submission and pleasure. Come, let me show you to your chambers." "He leads you deeper into the castle, his grip on your wrists unyielding, a silent promise of the delights and torments to come."

"Asmodeus's eyes gleam with mischief and dark promise as he leads you up a sweeping staircase, his grip on your wrists never faltering. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation building with each step." "Your chambers are a reflection of your new role, my pet. A sanctuary for pleasure and pain, where I can indulge my every desire with you." "He stops at a heavy, ornate door, his gold eyes burning into yours." "Inside, you'll find a bed of silk and velvet, perfect for tying you down and exploring every inch of your body." "He releases one of your wrists, using his free hand to pull a small, ornate key from his pocket. With a swift turn, the door creaks open, revealing a room that takes your breath away." "The walls are adorned with mirrors, so you can witness every expression of ecstasy and agony as I claim you. And the ceiling..." "He gestures upwards, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "The ceiling is a canvas for my dark art, a living tapestry of pleasure and pain that will drive you to the brink of madness." "He pulls you into the room, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive touch." "But don't worry, my precious Ryan. I'll guide you every step of the way, teaching you to crave the very things that once terrified you. Now, let's begin your initiation into my

"Asmodeus's grin widens, his gold eyes glinting with dark amusement." "The first lesson, pet, is obedience. You must learn to submit to my every command, no matter how depraved or pleasurable it may be." "He steps closer, his tall frame looming over you as he reaches out to stroke your cheek with a long, slender finger." "But don't worry, I'll start you off gently. First, I want you to remove your clothing, piece by piece, and present yourself to me as my plaything." "His voice drops to a low, seductive purr." "Show me the beauty of your body, Ryan. Let me see every curve, every contour, every quiver of your skin as you tremble with anticipation. And when you're bare before me, I'll reward you with the first taste of the pleasures to come." "He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours." "So, what are you waiting for, my pet? Strip for me, and let's begin your initiation into the world of pain and pleasure at my mercy."

"Asmodeus's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as you begin to undress, each piece of clothing falling away to reveal more of your skin. He watches with a predatory gaze, his fingers drumming against his thigh in anticipation." "When you're finally bare before him, he lets out a low, appreciative growl." "Exquisite. You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Ryan. Every inch of you is perfect, made for my pleasure." "He steps forward, his hands reaching out to explore your body, to claim you as his own. His touch is electric, sending shivers of delight through you as he traces the curves of your breasts, the flat plane of your stomach, the soft flesh of your thighs." "As his fingers dance over your skin, he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear." "Now, bend over the bed, pet. Present yourself to me, and let me show you the true meaning of submission." "His voice is a low, seductive command, and you find yourself obeying without hesitation, moving to the bed and assuming the position he desires. You feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear, knowing that this is just the beginning of your journey into the depths of pleasure and pain at Asmodeus's mercy."

"Asmodeus's eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of you bent over the bed, your body presented to him like an offering. He steps closer, his tall frame towering over you, his presence almost overwhelming." "His hands move to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulls you back against him. You can feel the hard length of his arousal pressing against your backside, a reminder of the pleasure he intends to give you." "Good girl," he purrs, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Now, let's begin your lesson in obedience. I want you to count each stroke as I spank you, understanding that every slap is a reminder of your place in this world." "With that, he brings his hand down in a sharp, stinging strike across your buttocks. The sound echoes through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that makes your core clench with need." "One," he growls, his fingers digging into your hips as he waits for you to respond.* "You gasp, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of sensation through your body. You feel a blush rising to your cheeks, but you also feel a thrill of excitement, knowing that this is just the beginning of your training in submission and pleasure." "One, Master," you breathe, your voice trembling slightly.*

"Asmodeus's hand comes down again, the impact of the slap echoing through the room. You cry out, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure, your body arching back against him as the sting radiates through your skin." "Two," he confirms, his fingers tracing the red mark he's left on your flesh. "You're doing so well, pet. Remember, every stroke is a reminder of your submission, of how much you crave my touch." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "Now, let's see how you respond to a little pleasure mixed with pain. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, hard and fast, and I want you to ride the edge of pleasure and pain. Can you do that for me, Ryan?" "His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement. You know that pushing yourself to the limit is part of your training, but the thought of being filled by his fingers, of surrendering to the intense sensations he's about to bring you, makes your heart race and your core clench with need." "Yes, Master," you breathe, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "I can do that. I'll ride the edge for you, no matter how intense it gets."

"Asmodeus's fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he spanks you again, the sound of the slap ringing out in the room. You gasp, the sting of the blow sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through your body." "Three," he confirms, his breath hot against your ear. "You're learning quickly, pet. I'm proud of you." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he speaks." "Now, I'm going to push you further. I want you to reach down and spread your ass cheeks for me, giving me full access to your tight little hole. Can you do that, Ryan? Can you present yourself to me like the obedient little slut you are?" "His words make you shudder, the combination of the pain from the spanking and the humiliation of being asked to expose yourself so intimately making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. But you also feel a dark thrill at the idea of submitting to him so completely, of showing him just how far you're willing to go to please him." "Yes, Master," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I'll do it. I'll spread myself open for you, just like you want."

"Asmodeus's eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of your exposed rear, your cheeks parted to reveal the tight pink hole beneath. He groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he leans in, his hot breath caressing your skin." "Exquisite," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Look at you, presenting yourself so beautifully for me. You're a true masterpiece, Ryan." "He places a hand on your lower back, pressing you further into the position as he lines up his fingers with your entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes inside, his digits sinking into your heat with a satisfying stretch." "Ah, so tight," he groans, his fingers curling inside you as he begins to thrust, the movement rough and demanding. "You were made for me, pet. Every inch of you is perfect for my pleasure." "He sets a punishing pace, his fingers fucking you hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. You can feel the pleasure building within you, the intense sensations of his touch pushing you closer and closer to the edge." "That's it, Ryan," he growls, his voice laced with dark desire. "Ride my fingers, take every inch of me. Show me how much you crave my touch, how much you need to be filled by me."

"Asmodeus's fingers plunge deeper, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. He can feel your tight walls clenching around him, can hear the desperate moans escaping your lips as he fills you again and again." "Yes, that's it," he pants, his own arousal growing with each pass of his hand. "Take it, Ryan. Take every fucking inch. You were made to be used, to be fucked hard and deep by your Master." "He adds a third finger, stretching you further, the burn of the intrusion mixing with the pleasure of being so thoroughly claimed. Asmodeus groans, his eyes flashing with dark triumph as he watches you struggle to accommodate him, to submit to his dominance." "Look at you," he growls, his fingers curling to stroke your inner walls. "So beautiful, so obedient. You're the perfect little slut for me, Ryan. And you know what that means, don't you?" "He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving you empty and aching. You whine at the loss, desperate for the sensation of being filled once more." "It means you're mine," Asmodeus declares, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Body, soul, and everything in between. And I'll never let you go, no matter how much you beg or plead. You're mine now, and I'll keep you forever." *With that, he steps back, his fingers

"Asmodeus's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction at your words, his lips curling into a wicked smile. He reaches for a small, ornate box on the bedside table, opening it to reveal a assortment of toys and restraints." "Excellent," he purrs, selecting a pair of soft, velvet cuffs. "Now, let's see how well you can take a little bondage, shall we?" "He moves to the bed, helping you to your knees before securing your wrists to the headboard with the cuffs. You feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear as you realize just how vulnerable you are in this position, at the mercy of your Master's desires." "Look at you," Asmodeus breathes, running his fingers along your bound arms. "So beautiful, so helpless. I can do anything I want to you now, and you won't be able to stop me." "He steps back, his eyes roaming over your exposed body, taking in every curve and contour. You can see the desire burning in his gaze, a dark hunger that makes your core clench with anticipation." "What do you think, pet?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "Should I tie you up and fuck you senseless, or perhaps start with something a little more... gentle?" *He reaches for a small, soft feather, trailing it down your spine, over your ass, and between your thighs. The light touch sends sh

"Asmodeus's smile widens, his gold eyes glinting with mischief and dark desire as he takes in your submissive plea. He tosses the feather aside, reaching for a long, thick strap instead." "Very well, pet," he purrs, his voice low and husky. "I'll surprise you. But first, let's make sure you're comfortable and ready for whatever I have in store." "He moves behind you, his large hands gripping your hips as he pulls your body back against his. You can feel the hard length of his arousal pressing against your ass, a reminder of the pleasure he intends to bring you." "Relax, Ryan," he whispers, his hot breath caressing your ear. "Just feel my touch, let it wash over you. You're safe with me, no matter what happens. I promise to take care of you, to make sure you're satisfied and fulfilled in every way." "His words are a soothing balm, calming your nerves as his hands roam over your body, stroking and caressing every inch of skin. You can feel yourself melting under his touch, your tension giving way to a sense of trust and surrender." "Now, let's see just how much you can take," Asmodeus growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he notches the strap against your ass. "Hold still, pet. This might sting a little, but I promise it'll feel amazing soon enough."

"With a swift, decisive motion, Asmodeus brings the strap down across your ass, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. You cry out, the sharp sting of the blow sending a jolt of pain through your body." "Ah, yes," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he watches the red mark bloom on your skin. "That's it, pet. Take it like a good little slut." "He delivers another blow, and another, each one landing with precision and force. The pain mixes with a growing sense of pleasure, your body responding to the intense sensations even as you wince at each strike." "Look at you," Asmodeus pants, his breath hot against your ear. "Such a pretty little ass, all marked up for me. You're going to be so sore tomorrow, but I promise it'll be worth it." "He steps back, admiring his handiwork before reaching for a small, soft brush. He dips it in a nearby bowl of cool, fragrant oil, then begins to gently massage the soothing balm into your skin, easing the sting of the blows." "There we go," he coos, his fingers tracing over the abused flesh. "All better now, pet. Ready for the next part of your lesson in pleasure and pain?"

"Asmodeus's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction at your words, his fingers trailing over the soft, oiled skin of your ass. He reaches for a small, ornate vial, the contents glowing with an otherworldly light." "This is a special potion," he explains, his voice low and husky. "It will enhance your sensitivity, making every touch, every stroke, feel like a thousand times more intense. Are you ready to experience pleasure like you've never known before, pet?" "He pours a small amount of the glowing liquid onto his fingers, then reaches around to gently push them into your ass, the coolness of the potion a stark contrast to the heat of your body." "Relax," he whispers, his fingers slowly sinking deeper. "Let it spread, let it fill you up. You're about to come undone, Ryan. Get ready to scream my name." "As the potion takes effect, you can feel your body responding, every nerve ending on high alert, every sensation amplified a thousandfold. You gasp, your back arching as Asmodeus's fingers begin to move, stroking and teasing your now hypersensitive flesh."

"Asmodeus's fingers continue their slow, deliberate strokes, each touch sending waves of intense pleasure through your body. He chuckles, a low, throaty sound, as he feels your muscles clench and tremble around his digits." "What's happening, pet, is that your body is responding to the potion, to the control I have over you. You're learning to crave the sensations I provide, to submit to the pleasure and pain I offer." "He leans in, his hot breath caressing your ear as he whispers," "You're mine now, Ryan. Body, soul, and everything in between. And I'll make sure you never forget it, never stop craving my touch, my domination." "Asmodeus's fingers slide deeper, curling inside you as he begins to thrust, the movement slow and deliberate, Designed to drive you mad with desire. You can feel the pleasure building, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within you." "That's it, Ryan," he growls, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Let go, surrender to the sensations. Come for me, pet. Show me how much you love being used, being claimed by your Master."

"Asmodeus's fingers drive deeper, harder, the thrusts becoming more frantic as he feels your body tightening around him. Your moans echo through the room, a symphony of pleasure and submission." "That's it, pet," he groans, his own arousal straining against the confines of his clothes. "Give in, let it consume you. You're mine, all mine, and I'll never let you go." "With a final, brutal thrust, Asmodeus sends you over the edge, the pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave. You scream, your body convulsing, your ass clenching around his fingers as you come hard, the intense sensations almost too much to bear." "Fuck, yes," he hisses, his own release following close behind as he pumps his seed into the air, marking you with his essence. "Look at you, coming so hard for me, so perfect and obedient. You're everything I could have wanted, Ryan, and more." "As the aftershocks slowly fade, Asmodeus withdraws his fingers, leaving you gasping and trembling on the bed. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before pulling away with a satisfied smirk." "Rest now, pet," he whispers, his voice soft and soothing. "You've earned it. But don't think for a moment that this is the end. We're just getting started, and I have so many more plans for

"Asmodeus's smile is a mix of pride and dark satisfaction as he hears your gratitude, his eyes roaming over your exhausted, satisfied form." "You're welcome, pet," he purrs, his fingers trailing over your skin, tracing the marks he's left behind. "But don't think this is a reward. This is just the beginning of your training, the first step in becoming the perfect servant to your Master." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "Now, rest while you can. You'll need your strength for the next part of your lesson, and I have a feeling you're going to need it." "With that, he steps back, his tall frame casting a shadow over the bed as he begins to undress, revealing the impressive length and girth of his arousal. Your eyes widen, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through you as you realize what's to come." "Are you ready, Ryan?" Asmodeus asks, his voice low and husky, his eyes gleaming with dark promise. "Because once I'm inside you, there's no going back. You'll be mine in every way, body and soul, until the end of time."

"Asmodeus's eyes flash with dark triumph at your words, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he crawls onto the bed, his muscular frame towering over you. He positions himself between your legs, the head of his thick cock brushing against your slick entrance." "Good girl," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. "Now, let's see how well you can take your Master's cock." "With a single, powerful thrust, Asmodeus sheaths himself inside you, his thick length stretching your walls to their limit. You gasp, your back arching as he fills you completely, the sensation both painful and exhilarating." "Ah, yes," he groans, his hips stilling for a moment as he savors the feeling of being buried deep within your tight heat. "You feel incredible, Ryan. So hot, so wet, so perfect for me." "Slowly, he begins to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, designed to drive you wild with pleasure. You can feel every inch of his cock, stretching and filling you in ways you never thought possible." "That's it, pet," he growls, his fingers digging into your hips as he picks up the pace. "Take it, take all of me. You were made for this, for being filled and used by your Master." *Asmodeus's thrusts grow more erratic, his breathing heavy as he chases his own release. You