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  Devil’s Toy

  Isabella Starling

  Kelli Callahan

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  1. Devlin

  2. Violet

  3. Devlin

  4. Devlin

  5. Violet

  6. Devlin

  7. Violet

  8. Devlin

  9. Violet

  10. Devlin

  11. Violet

  12. Devlin

  13. Violet

  14. Devlin

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  Bestselling authors Kelli Callahan and Isabella Starling present an irresistible, deliciously dark romance series following the scandalous, dirty lives of the elite.

  I don’t need three little words.

  I only need two from my sweet toy.

  Yes, Master.

  Violet Cabot is my newest plaything. My obsession with her grows darker with each day we spend together.

  I want to push her.

  Punish her.

  Train her.

  I want to put her through the most exquisite torture for my own pleasure.

  She’s going to submit.

  She’s going to kneel for me.

  And if anyone comes between us…

  I have a bullet with their name on it.

  Devil's Toy is the second book following Devlin Windsor and Violet Cabot.

  Their story begins in Devil’s Captive and continues in Devil's Sinner.

  Devil’s Toy (book 2)

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  One

  Devlin

  Spending a night without Violet was proving to be complicated - not least of all due to my raging hard-on.

  Just thinking about her cooped up in that little cage made my cock swell with the need to be plunged inside her. I wanted her. I craved the silky brush of her skin against mine, the way she begged silently with her eyes. Goddamn, I even missed her brattiness.

  I woke up at the crack of dawn the next day, throwing on some chinos and a white shirt and strolling into the playroom. I stopped between the doors, my thumb hooked carelessly in the belt loop of my pants. Violet was awake when I arrived, her pretty face streaked with tears. She sat up when I walked in, her eyes following mine as I made my way into the room.

  "I hope you slept well, princess," I told her in a low growl. "Are you ready to apologize to me?"

  She looked right at me, those big green eyes red-rimmed and surrounded by the thickest black lashes I'd ever seen.

  "No," she spat out.

  Everything inside me told me to stay calm, even when I wanted nothing more than to slap that smug smile off her pretty face. Instead of succumbing to my urges, I knelt down next to her, my eyes finding hers.

  "You're not going to apologize?" I asked her in my sweetest voice, and she shook her head vehemently. "Is that so, princess?"

  "Yes," she managed, but as scared as she looked, she wasn't backing down.

  "I'm giving you one last chance," I ground out, and she slid forward, fingers wrapping around the bars of her cage.

  Her eyes met my glare with a defiant one of her own, and she took the greatest pleasure in turning me down yet again, loudly exclaiming, "No!"

  "Stubborn little thing," I muttered under my breath before straightening up and unlocking the door of the cage. "Get out, princess. Kneel by my feet."

  She only hesitated for a split second. It was almost adorable how willing she was to follow the commands that gave use to her body, but the mere word 'sorry' made her stubborn as fuck. It was like she couldn't force that word from her lips. Like it didn't exist in her goddamn vocabulary.

  Well, we're going to change that, I thought to myself. Brats get taught a lesson, no matter how pretty they are and how good they look on their knees.

  "Look up at me," I went on, and Violet raised her eyes to mine. "You're going to be punished for saying no to me. Nod if you understand."

  She bit her bottom lip, and after a second, nodded without breaking her stare.

  "Get up," I told her.

  She stood up, stretching out her muscles and moaning with relief. I walked over to a bench with a vibrating toy strapped on the saddle on top.

  "Come here, princess." I motioned to her as the words left my lips.

  She came closer, every step was more fearful than the one before.

  "Sit down," I growled, and she shivered before me. "Not on the toy, right behind it."

  Her shoulders sagged with relief, but only because she had no idea what was waiting for her.

  Violet sat on the bench, and I strapped her legs into the harnesses that would hold them in place. I did the same thing with her wrists, and soon, she was completely immobile with the still-for-now toy pressing against her pussy.

  "M..." she started. "Master."

  "Yes, princess?" I asked, kneeling next to her.

  She still remembers one thing I taught her.

  "I want to..." She swallowed, thick and loud. "I want to apolo-apologize."

  "You do?" I asked, smoothing down her hair. She whimpered and nodded. She looked so helpless like that. "Well, I told you it's too late for that, Violet. Now you have to pay for being a brat."

  I parted her pussy lips and she let out a long gasp when she felt the toy touch her sensitive clit.

  "Hope you're wet," I told her impassively. "Otherwise this is going to hurt."

  I’ll enjoy it either way.

  I turned the toy on and Violet mewled when it started vibrating right against her most sensitive spot. My cock throbbed as the defiance in her eyes was replaced with excitement. I waited for the moment when the toy brought her dangerously close to climax before I moved from the spot where I was standing.

  "You don't get to come," I told her sternly, walking over to where my most pain-inducing toys were held. My fingers brushed dangerous-looking whips to the sound of my princess begging softly. "For every time you do - if you dare - I'll whip you ten times. So you better hold it, Violet."

  "Please!" she cried out. "I'm so... so... so... Close!"

  "Hold it," I ordered, and listened to her whimpering moans like they were a symphony. "You'll stay right there on the edge of an orgasm as long as I demand it. Then, if you're a good girl, I'll let you come for me."

  I took a seat in a plush burgundy armchair in the other corner of the room, and her eyes stared at me from across the room. She was doing her best to obey my command, and she swallowed her excitement until the defiance returned to her eyes.

  "You're so fucking cruel," she spat out in her most defiant tone, then she began to squirm-but all she could do was suffer.

  "Watch that tongue, princess," I told her. "Don't want me to do this to you for hours, do you?"

  She cried out again, and I unzipped my chinos, pulling out my rock hard cock. The head was slick with precum, and I spread the clear drops over my length.

  "Don't mind me," I said with a chuckle. "I'm just going to watch."

  Violet pulled at her restraints and it made my cock throb to watch the helplessness register on her face and bring more soft little whimpers to her lips.

  "Struggle all you want," I growled. "It's not going to help one bit. Now hold it and give me the fucking show I paid for."

  She only struggled for a short time, then she leaned into the toy, letting it bring her back to the very edge of b
liss.

  "Don't you dare," I reminded her from my chair. "You know what I'll do if you come, princess."

  More crying, more begging, more moaning. She was a fucking mess, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. My cock was swollen, demanding a release, but I had no intention of stopping. Not until she broke.

  You will give me what I want, princess. You’re going to be a beautifully broken toy that I can punish and use on command.

  My hand moved up and down my cock, never enough to take me over the edge, but I savored every second of it. I watched for twenty straight minutes before her soft little whimpers turned into uncontrollable moans.

  “Devlin, I can’t…” A loud gasp echoed in the room, followed by a scream that I savored even more than the symphony of whimpers.

  “Now you will pay the price, princess.” I was on my feet in a second, grabbing a whip off the wall rack while she begged for mercy.

  “Please! Don’t do this, master!” There was terror in her eyes, but I ignored it as I raised the whip and chose the spot for my first lash.

  I didn't hold back with the hits over her exposed back, and when I whipped her, she moaned so much I was half-convinced she'd come again.

  If she does, I might come too…

  The red marks from the whip adorned Violet’s delicate skin when I was finished. I returned the leather whip to the wall rack and sat down. It took thirty-two minutes before she finally accepted her fate. Her body sagged, and she cried openly, begging me to release her. She was so desperate, so pliable.

  Her pussy had dripped all over the toy, soaking the floor. I knew she was ripe for what I was going to do to her next.

  I reached her in three long steps and she started moaning the second my fingers touched hers. I shoved my cock into my pants and zipped up, then stroked her hair while I unbuckled her from the bench.

  "No coming, princess," I reminded her, and she nodded, hiccupping in an effort not to cry out. "Come on, crawl closer."

  She practically fell off the seat, coming closer and presenting herself in the perfect submissive position - palms on the floor before me, head down, kneeling.

  "We're going to go on a little trip," I told her. "If you please me, I will let you come—I’ll make it incredible. If you don't, you won't get to come again for a week."

  She’s so turned on right now that a week sounds like an eternity—she’s exactly where I want her.

  “Please no…” She cried in protest but she didn’t move from her position on the floor.

  "Either way, after that, your punishment will be over," I added. "Now stand up, princess. Follow me for the next hour."

  She stood up and shivered. Goosebumps spread across her skin from the chill. The red marks from the whip glistened in the light.

  I strolled out of the room, and she fell into step behind me. I could hear how turned on she was, her breaths shallow and needy, her arms reaching out for me at least twice. But she always changed her mind at the last minute, never quite touching me. I still noticed, though.

  Her body stiffened when I closed the playroom. She realized how vulnerable she was. That wherever I went, she'd be forced to follow. And she was completely exposed.

  I walked down the hallway. The first person we ran into was the maid, Belle.

  "Hello," I said pleasantly, and she bowed her head, keeping her eyes off Violet. "Say hello, Violet."

  "Hello," she muttered, cowering behind me.

  I kept walking, and she fell into step beside me again—she had learned her place—or desperation had forced her to accept it.

  "Master," she whispered once we reached the staircase. "Please... please... just let me."

  I turned over my shoulder, gently saying, "Just keep being a good girl for me and I might."

  I led her up the stairs, running into two more maids whom I made her greet the same way. Then, I walked into the hallway with my office. Jasper was standing before the door, and he glared at Violet as we came closer.

  "Say hello," I told her again.

  "H-Hello," she managed, blushing all over.

  "Ask him if everything's ready," I went on. "Look into his eyes."

  She bit her bottom lip before looking up.

  "I-Is everything r-ready?" she whispered.

  Jasper never took his eyes off hers, probably knowing full-well how I'd react if he so much as glanced at her tits, let alone that sweet pussy.

  "It is," he replied, motioning to the door. "Everything's ready inside."

  "Come on, Violet," I said. "Open the door. Lead the way."

  She did as she was told, thankful to be getting away from eyes that could see everything she was graced with.

  Of course, she changed her mind the second we walked into the room, and she found Steven Hawthorne and his father sitting at my desk.

  "Go on," I urged her.

  She stood frozen to the spot, so I walked in after her, sitting down in front of my business colleagues.

  "Come here, Violet," I said. "Sit on my lap."

  I tapped my knee, and she came forward, trying to shield her body from their prying gazes, and doing a sad job of it. They weren’t like Jasper. They didn’t look away. They drank in her beauty without attempting to conceal their thoughts—they wanted her—they hoped she was their entertainment for the evening.

  She was, but I was the only one that would touch her—ever.

  Violet slowly sat down, and I whispered in her ear, "Relax, princess. Nothing they haven't seen before."

  "Is this how you run your meetings now, Windsor?" the older Hawthorne chuckled. "Not that we're complaining."

  "Definitely not complaining," Steven growled, his eyes devouring my property.

  "Just tell me what happened," I ground out. "And enjoy the show."

  I parted Violet's legs, using a little more force than I thought I'd have to. But once I touched her pussy, she let out a grateful moan and her thighs shivered.

  "We've tried everything," Steven said, his eyes glued to my fingers working their magic on Violet's cunt. "The number is untraceable."

  "It can't be," I growled, pressing on her clit harder. "Didn't you use your tech guy?"

  "He couldn't pin it down, but it was in the US," The older Hawthorne cut in. "Is she allowed to come?"

  I grinned at him, glancing at my panting princess before turning to him. "Why don't you ask her?"

  "Are you?" He asked hungrily. "Can you come?"

  "N-No," Violet whispered, turning to me to beg. "Please, Master, I-"

  "No," I replied firmly. "Beg him to let you come."

  I pointed to the older man.

  "Windsor, this is..." He laughed nervously.

  "Just humor me," I said.

  "Please..." Violet whispered. "Please let me come, Mr. Hawthorne."

  "Fuck," Steven muttered. "Let her."

  "You can come," Hawthorne rushed to say. "You can come, Violet, just do it."

  My fingers rubbed her relentlessly, and she turned her eyes to mine, whispering, "Master?"

  "You know what to do," I ground out, and she closed her eyes tightly, fighting every instinct in her body demanding she give in to the pleasure.

  "I won't," she whispered. "Not until you let me."

  "Good girl," I muttered, ignoring the dumbstruck father-and-son duo in front of us. "Are you ready to apologize yet, princess?"

  "Apologize?" She stared up at me. "You didn't say I'd have to."

  I retrieved my fingers and she cried out at a loss.

  "You didn't think you could get away without doing it?" I laughed out loud. "Gentlemen, do you think she should come without apologizing?"

  "Absolutely not," Hawthorne said. "She should apologize. Use those luscious lips, darling. You know how, I'll bet."

  Violet pouted, but her bottom lip was trembling with barely-held back defeat.

  "I'm..." she whispered. "I'm..."

  "You're what?" I placed my fingers back between her legs. "You're wet? You need to come? You're a desperate little
slut?"

  "I'm, I'm, I'm..." she moaned, grabbing my wrist and mesmerizing my business partners. "I'm sorry!"

  "You are?" I asked, my voice syrupy sweet. "Tell me more about how sorry you are, princess."

  "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

  "How sorry?"

  "So... so... sorry," she panted. "I'll do anything you want."

  "Will you?" I grinned at the stunned pair in front of us. "Even if these two get to watch?"

  "Yeah," she blurted. "Anything."

  "Beg for it," I demanded.

  "Do whatever you want to me, Master," she muttered. "Let them watch. Just please... fucking please... Just let me come!"

  I raised my palm and slapped her pussy, hard. She yelped just as I leaned down to whisper, "Come."

  She did.

  Two

  Violet

  It was clear that I was nothing more than a toy for Devlin to enjoy until he held up his end of the bargain, but something inside of me was changing—because I was starting to like it. I was mortified when I had to perform in front of my father’s business associates but being forced to orgasm in front of Steven Hawthorne and his father didn’t have nearly the same impact. I begged for something that I once found unusual and strange.

  And now I’m here, waiting to find out what Devlin has in store for me next.

  Devlin left me in his bed after my orgasm and he promised to return once he finished with the Hawthornes. I had no idea what the truly meant, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

  The door opened, and he walked inside—there was something different in his eyes—a need that I had come to recognize. Even though I was exhausted, I shifted on the bed—I turned my lips towards him—to use as he saw fit if he craved them.