“I think we should start with your punishment for wearing the wrong dress.”
I make a noise against the tie, which was supposed to be a retort about choosing whatever the fuck I want to wear. I hear his laugh, and I know he isn’t laughing at me but enjoying my being submissive to him.
“Let’s start with delayed gratification.”
I swallow the spit pooling in my mouth as I breathe out of my nose. There’s a buzzing noise, and when something touches my clit, I jump slightly from the sensation. This isn’t a build-up of sensation, it’s a full-blown assault on my clit. My toes curl as the device circles my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I just know I’m about to come embarrassingly fast.
Lucifer holds it there until I’m on the cusp of coming before moving it off my clit. I feel the buzzing against my nipples, the wetness from my pussy covering my left nipple. I suck in a sharp breath as it’s taken away, and Lucifer’s lips replace it, sucking and licking my essence from my chest.
“You look stunning wrapped up in my leather and shadows, Lilith.” He does the same motion with my other nipple, putting the toy against it, and getting my nipple hard and wet before sucking on it.
He’s still playing with my nipple when he drags the toy back on my clit. This time on a lower setting. It’s too low, just enough to entice but not enough to make me come. When I groan against my gag, he lightly nips against my breast, making my back straighten.
“That’s no way to ask to come, love.”
He inserts two fingers inside of me while still using the toy on my clit. This… This could definitely work.
“You’re so fucking wet, nearly dripping down your thighs.” I can picture what he’s saying, I even feel the sheen of my wetness against the inner part of my thigh. His fingers are curling slowly inside my pussy, and I feel so close I want to scream. The vibrator is hitting my clit at the right angle, and I pant, knowing my release is going to come. But then he pulls his fingers and toy away from me at the same moment. My head falls forward, and I can barely hear the whimpering noises I’m making around his tie.
“My poor, sweet, little demon. Making a mess of yourself and not being able to come,” he taunts, and all it does is make me wetter.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, and I wait for moments that span far too long, just waiting for him to touch me again, though he doesn’t. I’m trying so hard to be patient and not whimper pathetically against the gag.
When his tongue trails from the side of my knee to the outer lips of my pussy I nearly cry out. I can only imagine how beautiful and powerful he looks on his knees for me, cleaning up the mess of me he’s made while he continues to deny me my release.
I’m so close to dropping the ball and begging him to fuck me, to do anything to me. I can’t take it anymore, but I know if I drop this ball, then the game is over. The small sphere feels like it weighs a million pounds in the palm of my hand.
He bites the inside of my thigh, and it’s like all my nerves have been rewired. I moan and thrust my hips involuntarily at him. I can’t imagine what a simpering mess I must look like for him right now.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says. His hands land on my hips as he climbs up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses up my thighs, stomach, and chest. I nearly feel like crying as he kisses up my throat and behind my ear.
I want to beg him to please give me some relief. When it feels like I leave my body.
Lucifer laughs, and somehow I see him… and myself.
“Oh, love… you cheeky little cheater.”
I blink at him and look down at my body… well, sort of. Lucifer looks at me in disbelief and arches his eyebrow. “Can you still feel?” he asks, and I watch him as he fingers my pussy. I groan and shake my head.
I realize that in my distress, I must have astral projected, and I can see everything in this form. I see what I look like in his eyes and at his mercy. I look like I’m going to gush on his fingers, but at the same time, I can’t feel it. I let out a sigh. “How do I get back in my body?”
He smirks and shakes his head.
“Better figure it out soon because I think I just may let you come.”
I don’t know if it’s the promise of relief or how turned on I am watching him toy with my body, but I close my eyes and think really hard, willing myself back into my body.
When I open my eyes, I see nothing, and I sigh with relief. Every sensation feels ten times better; the smoke blinding my vision, my saliva pooling in my mouth, but most specifically, Lucifer’s fingers fucking me so hard while hitting the right spot. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.
“That’s my good girl. Are you going to make a mess on me, love?” He kisses my throat before pulling back, no doubt watching how his fingers fuck me. The imagery is enough to send me over the edge. A gush hits my thighs as my legs quake and my brain goes hazy. My orgasm is so strong enough that I feel like I might pass out. He doesn’t stop either, pushing me to the edge until I’m a shivering, over-sensitive mess.
“So perfect,” he says, gliding his fingers out of me. His wet fingers touch my cheek as he removes my gag, and the smoke clears from my vision. I blink open my eyes and breathe loudly now that my mouth isn’t full. Lucifer quickly removes all of my bindings and scoops me into his arms.
My hands fly up to cup his face, pulling his lips against mine, and he groans. He still has all his clothes on. “More,” I beg, and he bites my lip before placing me on his chair next to the fire. I’ve never seen him undress as quickly as he does now. His clothes are flung around the room as if he was a tornado. He turns me so my knees are on the chair, and my hands grip the back. He wastes no time, kissing the back of my neck and filling me with his cock.
“You were magnificent. Such a good girl. Do you want more?”
“Please,” I beg, and the stretch of him entering me has me moaning.
