“Are you offering to stick it in your ass and take a spin on that thing?” he asks. “I don’t think it’s big enough for your tight little hole after you’ve had my big, juicy cock. It almost feels sad to downgrade yourself, Little Human. Stop pouting.”
“I’m cold, asshole,” I complain.
“Is that all?” Bane asks, sitting up and snagging the corner of a blanket from the bottom of the bed.
No fucking way! That wasn’t there earlier. I’m losing my mind, it’s the only possible explanation.
“Shh, Little Human. You’ll combust if you think about it too hard,” Bane says, tossing the blanket over my body.
“I think I’m already there,” I grumble, trying to get comfortable. After a few minutes of feeling his gaze on me, I crack my eyes open again. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“I’m not human. I don’t need to sleep,” he explains, shrugging.
My temple throbs, and I groan in annoyance. Bane’s fingers dig into my scalp and forehead, helping me to relax.
“I plan on keeping you around for a long time, Little Human. Rest. You can deal with the reality of your new existence tomorrow,” he murmurs. “I’m not going anywhere tonight. Just relax.”
My breathing slows until my eyes shutter and I finally am able to fall asleep. I know I’ll have to face the questions I’m wrestling with tomorrow, but that’ll keep.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,”Bane says, slapping my ass hard.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my eyes flying open.
At some point in the night, I lost my blanket and the sweatpants slipped down to expose my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I wince at the red handprint.
“Hmm. My mark looks really good on you. Maybe I need to make more,” he muses.
My cock thickens at the fucked up thoughts conjured, making his smirk grow into an evil smile as I sit. Yes, he definitely has to have a direct pipeline to knowing when I’m turned on. Bane’s not even looking at my erection right now.
“Silly Little Human,” he muses. “Your stomach won’t stop complaining. I suppose I should feed you. Not for nothing, but you do understand that these things are constructs. You’re dead.”
I feel like I’m missing something other than what he’s saying, and my hand touches my face as I look for something very important.
“Does this mean I don’t need my glasses anymore?” I ask. “Where are they?”
“Probably broken from when you fell,” he replies. “You don’t need those either.”
“So why is my stomach grumbling?” I ask as it twists painfully.
“Habit. It’s really pissing me off, though. I feel like I’m not taking care of you well enough. Get up so I can take you to get food.”
Pulling my pants up, I crawl off the bed, enjoying the way he growls under his breath. He thinks I’m such a pain in the ass, but I know he wants me too.
This human is a grade A brat. Bane has no idea what I’m capable of. My cock throbs uncomfortably, and I’m sad I won’t have time to take care of it as I rush through my morning routine. The fact that I won’t have to worry about pissing with morning wood is good, because I'm still very wary of the toilet.
Bane throws a shirt at me, and I make a face as I pull it on.
“I don’t want anyone to see what belongs to me. I might have to kill them,” he says. “There are house shoes while we walk to the kitchen. I have to go to work after this.”
“Work?” I say, my brain short circuiting. Would it be needy to ask what the fuck I’m supposed to do during the day?
Pushing my feet into the slides, I follow Bane out of the room. It’s soon very apparent this isn’t just a house as I look around. It’s fucking huge. I could get lost.
“Yes, it’s a thing I do, Little Human,” Bane says sarcastically. “I reap souls for my boss, who lives in this castle.”
I was too loopy to really focus on his words last night, and I blame trauma for this. Castle. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m in Lucifer’s house.
“Don’t be a dick,” I tell him. Bane’s brow raises in surprise, and it makes me want to fucking shave them off. He won’t be able to talk without words then, would he?
