CHAPTER 53: HELENA REYES

Devon worked her inner thighs with deliberate precision, fingers gliding closer to the heat radiating from her core. Each stroke was calculated, brushing the sensitive flesh just shy of her pussy lips, teasing the erogenous zones he knew like a surgeon’s map. Helena’s body betrayed her, her hips shifting subtly, seeking more contact, her clit throbbing with need.

When his fingertips finally grazed the entrance of her vagina, his touch was light, teasing flicks that barely parted her folds, she stifled a moan, her lips pressed tight against the cradle, but her body shook, a fresh gush of wetness slicking her thighs. "Ohhh," she gasped, the sound muffled, her fingers gripping the table’s edges as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

Devon’s lips curled into a hidden smirk, his silence a weapon as he continued, his fingers now massaging the delicate skin around her pussy, circling her entrance with slow, deliberate pressure. The oil made every touch slick, amplifying the sensation, her folds swelling under his ministrations, her arousal dripping onto the sheet below. Helena’s mind screamed for control, this is wrong, this is too much but her body was a traitor, her pussy clenching with every flick, her breath hitching as he teased her closer to the edge.

Without warning, his hand drew back and delivered a sharp spank to her left ass cheek, the crack echoing in the small room. Helena’s body jolted, her ass trembling, the sting blooming into a delicious heat that made her pussy pulse harder. "Fuck," she whispered, unable to stop herself, her voice barely audible. Another spank followed, this time on the right, her cheeks jiggling, red marks blooming under the oil’s sheen.

The pain blended with pleasure, pushing her deeper into a haze where resistance felt futile. Her tongue lolled slightly in the cradle, her moans no longer fully muffled, soft whimpers escaping as Devon alternated between massaging her thighs and spanking her ass, each strike sending shockwaves straight to her clit.

Devon leaned closer, his breath hot against the back of her thigh, as he massaged the tender crease where her leg met her ass, his fingers brushing her pussy’s entrance in feather-light strokes. Helena’s body jolted, a stifled moan escaping as her tongue darted out to wet her lips, her breath coming in shallow pants. She was dripping now, her juices coating her inner thighs, the table beneath her slick with her arousal.

"Never felt a massage like this, have you?" he teased, his tone laced with dark amusement, knowing she couldn’t see his face.

Helena’s voice was strained, barely coherent. "It’s... too much," she gasped, her face pressed into the cradle, her hands gripping the table’s edges. "No one’s ever... God, why is this so intense?"

Devon’s smile widened, hidden from her view, as he poured more oil onto his hands, the warm liquid dripping onto her ass cheeks, making them glisten like ripe fruit. He kneaded them firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, then delivered a sharp, deliberate spank to her right cheek. The crack echoed in the room, her ass trembling, a red handprint blooming as Helena gasped, the sting morphing into a pulse of pleasure that shot straight to her core. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice breaking, her hips lifting slightly, inviting more despite herself.

He spanked her again, harder this time, her left cheek jiggling under the impact, and she couldn’t hold back the moan, low and throaty, her tongue lolling slightly in the cradle as her mind fogged over. She was gone, lost to the sensations, her pussy practically weeping, juices trailing down her thighs in a slick river. Devon’s hands returned to her inner thighs, his fingers now bolder, sliding along her pussy lips, parting them gently to expose her swollen clit. He flicked it lightly with his fingertip, a quick, teasing stroke that made her hips buck, a muffled cry escaping as her body begged for more.

Helena moaned louder, her hips rocking back to meet his hand, her control shattered. He thrust slowly at first, curling his finger to hit her G-spot, then added a second, stretching her deliciously as he pumped them in and out, the wet squelch of her arousal filling the room, his free hand spanking her ass again, the sharp pain blending with the pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.

Helena was unraveling, her moans growing desperate, her tongue hanging open now, drool pooling in the cradle as she surrendered completely. "Oh God... please," she whimpered, her voice raw, her hips grinding against his fingers, chasing the release that loomed like a storm. Devon’s fingers moved faster, thrusting deep, twisting, scissoring inside her, his thumb circling her clit with relentless precision, driving her wild.

Then, without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving her gasping, her pussy clenching around nothing. Before she could protest, he gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing her glistening pussy and the tight pucker of her asshole. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over her, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "Time to take this up a notch," he murmured, and then his tongue was on her, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from her clit to her entrance, tasting her juices with a groan of satisfaction.

Helena’s scream was muffled by the cradle, her body convulsing as his tongue flicked her clit, circling it with expert precision, then plunging into her pussy, fucking her with deep, hungry strokes. His lips sucked on her folds, his tongue lapping at her like a man starved, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. He added his hand, two fingers thrusting back into her pussy while his thumb rubbed her clit in tight, relentless circles, his mouth never stopping its assault. "Fuck, you taste so good," he growled against her, the vibration sending her spiraling, her hips bucking wildly against his face.

Helena was in cloud nine, her body a live wire of pleasure, every nerve singing as Devon devoured her. Her moans were a continuous stream now, raw and desperate, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her clit throbbing under his thumb. The orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body seizing as she came, juices squirting onto his tongue, her scream echoing despite the cradle. "Oh fuck yes!" she cried, her hips grinding against his mouth, her ass trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her.

"You’re the best." She uttered.

Devon didn’t stop. His tongue kept lapping, slower now but no less intense, his fingers thrusting faster, curling against her G-spot as he rubbed her clit, pushing her orgasm into a second, even more shattering peak. Her pussy gushed again, coating his chin, his hand, the table beneath her, her body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed his name, not knowing it was him, lost in the pleasure that consumed her.

He kept going, eating her out with relentless hunger, his fingers fucking her through the aftershocks, her clit so sensitive she could barely stand it.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with her juices, his eyes dark with triumph. Helena lay limp, panting, her body slick with oil and cum, her mind a blank slate of bliss. Devon stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice cutting through the haze like a blade. "Enjoying yourself, Ms. Reyes?" he purred, his tone dripping with mockery. "How about we take it to the next level, would you like the happy hour special?"

Helena’s breath hitched, her body still trembling, her pussy aching for more despite the orgasms that had wrecked her. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, only nod weakly, her tongue lolling as she surrendered to the man she thought was a stranger, unaware that the architect of her pleasure was the very devil she sought to destroy.