Free The Tithe That Binds by Candace Smith

she gasped.
    Debra cried and searched for the cream with her tongue. She felt the devil’s thumb stroking the back of her head, above where his fist gripped her collar. She jerked when he whispered into her ear, “Lick the juice that fell on the chair.”
    By the time she was finished and Elijah released her collar, Gabrielle lifted her chin and was pleased to see her shining arousal coating the tithe’s face. The misery swimming in the blue eyes was intoxicating. “You will now service your Master for providing you with shelter.”
    Debra’s tear-filled eyes widened and she pressed away from the woman, into Elijah’s legs. He was standing again, and he pulled her up and dragged her to his chair. Gabrielle watched him through passion enflamed eyes. The sound of his zipper and the girl’s frightened wail could be heard from under the table.
    Debra watched the man pull himself through the opening of his pants. He was much larger than DJ had been, and she screamed and pleaded garbled words until they were cut off when his erection thrust through the ring. Elijah was not going to enter her throat until she was more fully trained. He did push deep enough to block her airway, and was pleased when he felt her tongue moving without his order.
    Oh, god. Oh, please. The devil’s rod was in her mouth, and she was terrified of what he might do to her. She forced her tongue to stroke his length. The taste was not as repugnant to her as the woman, and the velvet softness seemed at odds with the stiff member. His hands began pushing and pulling her head in a bobbing motion, unless she stopped stroking her tongue. Then, he would lodge himself in the back of her throat, cutting off her air and burning her lungs like his wife had done.
    His thrusting became quicker and she heard his breathing increase to rapid panting. A salty fluid leaked onto her tongue, and Debra realized he meant to come while he was in her mouth. She cried hysterically while her head was pushed faster, though he continued to stop her ability to breath if she halted her tongue. Finally, he held her head down and she felt his shaft throb and pulse as he spewed into the back of her throat. She gulped and sobbed as the sticky substance continued to jet out of him.
    “Clean me,” he ordered. Debra cried silently while she lavished his shaft and the soft leaking crown. He lifted her face and he felt his sack tighten again at her agonized expression. “I will be gone for a few days. If your Mistress informs me you have not worshipped her properly for your feeding, I will punish you when I return.” Eli enjoyed the fearful widening of her eyes, and he knew that she understood his threat.
    Debra heard Gabrielle snap, and she looked into the devil’s gaze with uncertainty. “Kneel by your Mistress.”
    Before she sank to her quivering knees, Gabrielle reached up and removed the gag. The ceramic bowl… her bowl… Mara’s bowl… lay on the floor by the leg of the table. “Thank your Mistress for your feeding,” Elijah ordered.
    Debra’s lip trembled, and she looked into the terrible smiling green eyes. “Thank you, Mistress.” She cried the whole time she lapped up her stew.
    When dinner was finished, Gabrielle had Mara stand and she tethered her ankles together by a one-foot locking chain. The girl was slightly in shock, and Gabrielle waited until she was focusing on her again. She unhooked Mara’s wrist cuffs. “Wash the dishes and put them away. After you are finished, join me in the other room.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    While the tithe collected the dishes and shuffled to the sink, Gabrielle looped her arm through Eli’s. “She’s adjusting well, Elijah.” Her face radiated her pleasure.
    “You are doing a wonderful job, Gabrielle. I doubt any others have had such an arousing first feeding. And, she is already acknowledging you without a reminder,” Eli noted.
    “I can’t wait to tell mother,” Gabrielle gushed. “Oh, Eli. I had no idea how