“Do you need a reminder of my devotion, little Hellfire?”
“Maybe,” I sigh, even if I’m feeling conflicted, I know having his hands on me will make everything feel better. The fact that he left the club to chase after me already has me feeling a lot better.
His fingers trail down my throat to my collarbone, and I feel the tip of his finger tug at the dress strap.
“This isn’t the dress I requested.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Does defying me make you wet, darling?” I swallow but don’t move or respond. “I think you need to see what it’s like to be my bad girl tonight.”
“I can be good.”
“Mmm, we shall see. Remove your dress.”
He usually undresses me, but I push back my irritation as I remove the red satin, and it pools onto the floor. I wore nothing underneath, so I know he’s looking at my bare ass as I turn around to face him.
“Perhaps you need a lesson in clearing your mind.”
I swallow. “What?”
He snaps his fingers, and when I turn to the left, there is an X-shaped device in the corner. Lucifer’s hand glides down my back before gently cupping my ass. “Back against the wood,” he instructs, and I look at him, blinking a few times. “Now,” he says in a tone that warrants submission.
The cross is padded in fine leather and is cool against my skin as I stand naked against it. He’s still fully dressed in his all-black suit, looking absolutely delicious.
“What is this?” I ask, worried that he will be irritated with my speaking.
“A St. Andrews Cross,” he answers with a smirk. My mouth parts, and he laughs. “The irony is not lost on me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Help you to stop thinking so much,” he says, taking my wrist and locking it above my head before doing the same with the other.
“I don’t think too much,” I retort, and he arches an eyebrow at me. He leans forward, but doesn’t touch me as his elbow presses against the wood behind me as he looks down at me.
“I’m going to take away most of your senses. You need to just let yourself feel and not overthink it.”
He places a ping-pong sized ball in my hand. “If at any time you want to stop, just drop the ball, love.”
“Wait.” He stops what he’s doing immediately and looks at me. “You’ll stop right away if I drop the ball? If I don’t like anything?”
“Yes, but be sure you want me to stop.”
“You won’t hurt me?”
He shakes his head, kissing up my throat and nipping at my jaw. “Only in the ways you’ll enjoy.”
I sigh, goosebumps covering my skin as I nod. “Okay.”
Suddenly smoke clouds my vision, and I let out a soft gasp. “My shadows will ensure you can’t see anything. I think I’ll let you keep your hearing for now.”
“Okay.”
His thumb trails along my lips before I feel soft material slide between my lips, hitting my tongue before wrapping around the back of my head. “As much as I love this smart mouth, I think I’d like to hear your noises of pleasure while you gagged.” His tie is tight between my parted lips, but not painfully so. My mouth already waters, wetting the fabric, and as humiliating as it should feel, all I feel is turned on.
I’m tied up, blind, and can’t speak. I’ve handed over the complete power of my safety and pleasure to Lucifer, and the thing is, I know he will provide.
“Where should we start, love?” I feel his fingers wrap around my ankle, and I gasp, though it’s muffled with his tie between my lips. “Silly me, I forgot about these ankles.” I swear he kisses my instep as he locks my ankles into place. The only movements I can make are to lift my back and bottom off the back of the cross. But I’m so overwhelmed by the new sensations I don’t move at all.
