Shit!  Has it been since May? Time flies when I struggle with writers’ block.

Yes, it seems the name David is stuck in my head.  Imagine my chagrin to discover that error.  Eh.  Don’t get confused.  David from ‘The Trial’ is utterly different than old Belial here.

Beth quietly eyed the ring that sat on the table beside his recently vacated chair. She didn’t know what he was doing, but knew somehow he would see it if she reached out and tucked the ring back into her pocket. She shifted nervously on her feet that were folded beneath her. The silence stretched as she continued to hold the position he’d instructed.

She wasn’t certain what her expectations should have been, but the excitement that permeated her blood since their first meeting cooled with each passing minute he was absent. Her feet were starting to go to sleep, but still she resisted the urge to stretch them out, thinking that he would be disappointed. She thought his name in her head, like she had before, reaching out into that same path she’d discovered earlier.

‘David’. Beth waited patiently for his answer. Her brow knitted as she focused on the task at hand, concentrating for his answer to whisper in her head as it had before. ‘David?’ She repeated in her head. She shifted again on her feet attempting to lessen the needles that were going to plague her as soon as she moved. The urge to move was starting to occupy her thoughts. Maybe he didn’t think to be gone this long…

Beth squirmed grimacing at the ache she felt. She tried again, wondering if she was doing it right, certain she traced back the steps in her brain to the echo she’d felt earlier. Anxiety began to creep into her mind. What if he’d left her here? Changed his mind? Had she done something?

‘David, please?’

Silence answered her. Finally, Beth opened her eyes and stared back at the chair in front of her. She slid her gaze to the ring, but instead of reaching for it, only leaned forward and placed her hands on the chair, lifting her weight from her legs. She heard the echo of her groan in her head as relief skated through her body, and then tensed when the sensation began to hurt. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she scooted further into the chair so she could lay on the seat while her legs found their strength again.

Her feet were cold and hurt from the prolonged absence of blood. Minutes rolled by and she found enough strength to push up into the chair. She turned and sat down, looking for the first time behind her. David was patiently watching her from the fireplace, standing there with his arms crossed. Beth’s face flamed with embarrassment, caught, sitting in his chair, disobeying his order to remain in place. Her mouth opened to protest, but, as before, the words wouldn’t come.

‘Don’t bother trying to explain, Beth.’ Belial responded quietly, scraping his hand over the rough growth of hair on his chin. ‘There really isn’t one to offer that I’d want to hear.’

Beth’s chin came up in stubborn defiance, her arms crossed over her chest.  ‘You were ignoring me.’

‘Clearly not.’  Belial responded with a smirk.  ‘I wanted to see how long before you broke a clause in our agreement.’

‘I broke nothing!’

‘Didn’t you?’  Belial walked over to where Beth stood, arms crossed.  He reached out and stroked her warm hair, plucking a strand and slowly winding it around his finger, until she was forced to step closer.  Belial could feel the welcome heat radiating off of her flesh.  He bowed his head and whispered the word softly in her ear.  ‘Obedience.’

Beth’s body trembled.  Words began to pour into Belial’s brain as she defended her actions.  Her mind was an interesting thing, filled with defiance and a yearning that would be her downfall.  Emotions hit him first, and hers were a mix of frustration, self-disappointment and anger.  He rubbed his cheek against hers, his teeth closing around her earlobe.  The shudder of her body was noted.

He growled softly in her ear, and her breath caught as she went still in his arms.  ‘Have I endangered you?’ He whispered the words in her head.  ‘Have I violated your terms?’

Even the voice in his mind strangled on her response.  ‘N-no.’

‘But you’ve violated mine.’ This was said lower, and Beth had to struggle to hear it over the din of her thoughts.  He released her flesh, leaning back to look into her eyes, their foreheads close as he stared into her eyes.  His palm cupped her cheek.

‘Pain.’  He said the word softly, but as he did, Beth’s body arched sharply.  Her voice, gone for so long found an outlet in her vocal chords as she cried out with agony.  He’d done nothing, still cupped her cheek, and yet the pain that burned across her back was real.  She struggled with breath, aching her back again as it renewed, like a wave that crashed and receded.  It drew a cry with each stroke, relieved sighs as it retreated to gather again.

His thumb smoothed over her cheek, watching the tears that welled in her fascinating amber eyes.  She fell against him as the pain hit her again.  Belial’s nostrils flared, smelling the scent of her pain and confusion.  He leaned closer and licked the tear that streaked down her cheek, laved the path back to the corner of her eye.  He pulled her in closer, his hand cupping her ass as his other hand dropped to her back, sliding inside the newly created tears in her dress.  His fingers played across the wounded flesh, enjoying the sticky sensation of newly welted skin.

He curled his fingers in the fabric, and tore the back of her dress open.  She had wilted against him, but was still standing, trying to gather her breath.  He licked her earlobe, and whispered again.  ‘Pain.’  She screamed in his arms, and he gripped her tighter as she was raped with sensation.  He felt her agony and savored the flavor of her.  Belial pushed his cock against her, pulling her so she could feel just how much her pain was affecting him.

She cried out again.  Her voice was clear, reaching beyond the room and certainly out into the beyond where those fucking angels prayed for her immortal soul.  Belial laughed softly in her ear, nearly purring with his success.  He knew she was caught.  He could smell the scent of her pain, but more clearly was the arousal pooling in her belly and between her creamy thighs.

He silently stopped the agony that had been tearing through her body.  She sobbed softly against his shirt, and Belial found the small hands curled into his shirt endearing. 

Trusting a demon to keep from falling.

He nudged her chin up with a single finger, studying her face, her luminous gaze, bright with unshed tears.  He ran a thumb over her bottom lip.  When her mouth parted, he groaned, surprising even himself with the amount of want he had to taste her.

‘Beth.’

Her hands snaked up his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, pulling him to close the distance of their mouths.  He devoured her mouth.  The kiss went beyond his own hunger for her, but was met with hers for him.  He didn’t follow his agenda in that moment, but thought only of her lips, her tongue, her teeth.

He ground his cock against her belly, tightened his grip on her until his nails dug into her skin, and the marks of his possession left bruised paths of passion.  He lifted her until her legs wrapped around him.  His cock was nestled in the warm heat between her legs, blocked from sublime physical pleasure by frustrating layers of fabric.

He snaked his hands across her back, his nails raking down her welted back, making her cry out anew.  The sound had him shuddering against her as he held back fulfillment by pure will power.  He wanted the dress off of her, wanted her naked, crying out as he drove his cock….

‘Fuck!’  Belial cursed, only breaking the kiss when the brand on his shoulder heated into a painful, white heat.  It seared painfully until he acknowledged the summons, responding mentally to the tug on his leash.

‘I get it fucker!’

The laugh that echoed in his head was the only response.  He looked at Beth’s face, groaned at the thought of putting off the marathon session of sex he’d planned.  She looked at him with curiosity before he snapped his fingers and froze her in place.  It would have worked had she not been wrapped around him like ivy at the time.  Belial laughed at himself as he unfroze her again, taking time to carefully settle her feet to the ground.

Beth opened her mouth to speak, but it was halted as she was frozen in place again.  Belial sighed heavily, and adjusted him cock before flashing back to the gate and stepping back into hell.