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Accepting Your Demons (Chapter One)

Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: LadyLaVelvet, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

and I could no longer tell if it was from fear or lust. What was he doing to me? "Its time to be honest baby girl. Deep down, you're a dirty little slut." He stared me in the eyes as he said it. I breath was ragged. I was vaguely aware of Dean caressing my ass and my hips. Damon smiled at me. "I wanna hear you say it Anna. Tell me you're a dirty slut baby." I shook my head. I didn't care if it were true or not, I couldn't say that. I'd deny it. "Oh am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong and I'll show you." He whispered close to my face. I closed my eyes. I couldn't bare the emotions coursing through me. I was full of need I've never felt before. "You're wrong." I whispered back. Damon's hand went to my inner thighs under the sun dress I bought but never worn until now, and I flinched. He pulled away before I could even feel his fingers. He put his hand up in front of my face "Am I still wrong?" He said. I looked at his hand in astonishment. His fingers were wet. Liquid was slowly running down to his palm. I'm wet. No, I'm soaked. I hadn't even noticed. I've never been wet before. No man has ever been able to make me wet, nor make me cum, and now I realize it's because he's right. I'm a dirty slut. I can't cum unless I succumb to the demon inside me. I couldn't control myself anymore. "Damon please touch me!" I whaled. Dean still had a firm hold on my hair and a hand on my ass. He squeezed it hard after what I said. They both chuckled darkly and exchanged a glance. Damon grabbed my ... throat and squeezed. I could breathe, but pressure began to build in my head. "Say it baby." He said through clenched teeth. "I'm a dirty slut." I whispered in defeat. A broad grin stretched across his face. "Good girl." I heard Dean whisper in my ear. He jerked me back to face him and I whimpered at his roughness. I looked up at him as he spoke, aware of Damon pressed against me from behind. "From now on, you're gonna call me master, you slut." He said "And you're gonna call me daddy baby girl." Damon continued, biting my ear. A little moan escaped my mouth. "When you address us, you will use those names, or you will use sir. Understood bitch?" I whispered a weak yes, not being able to focus on anything but the trickling down my thighs and the throbbing between my legs. Dean slapped me hard across the face. "Yes what you whore?!" He shouted. The slap stung but felt so good. "Yes master!" I shouted back the best I could. "Now on your knees cunt." Dean pushed me down on all fours. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It was too late for me. They unleashed something within me that I had kept at bay for so long. I couldn't help myself. I jumped forward and started licking his abs, little moans escaping my lips as I went. He grabbed a fist full of hair and guided me downward. "That's what I'm talking about baby. Just let go. Be a good dirty whore." Damon said, tugging at my dress. He ripped it off me, shredding it right down the middle. I kneeled in my ...