Page 1 of Sinful Pride

Chapter 1

Zachariel

“Welcome to my domain!” Hellion gestured to the inside of the Steel Velvet BDSM club with a flourish.

“Your domain?” I laughed. “Since when?”

“Um, since I was appointed the Grand Impresario of this bachelor party?” My lover made a ‘well, duh!’ face.

“It’s still Kreshadon’s and Nathaniel’s domain. You know, the actual owners of this place? You are co-domaining at best. Oh, I know, you are just renting this domain.”

Hellion gasped in outrage.

“When you see how much impact my vision has had on this place you will sing a different tune!”

I focused on what we were here for, instead of trying to drive Hellion to distraction, and my eyes widened.

As we moved through the space of the club, I had to admit I was impressed by what Hellion had managed to do. His input truly changed the vibe. The red and black furniture got gold accents and the leather sofas were covered in luxurious pillows, the intricate embroidery shining in the warm light. As we moved further in, I could see the main stage of the club was completely transformed into a dazzling beauty of lights and sparkling fabrics. Purple curtains framed the stage from both sides, making sure whatever happened there would draw attention. Honestly, I expected a darker and edgier vibe, but it appeared Hellion pushed aside his own preferences and catered to the style of the couple the bachelor party was for, thus the golds and purples. Changing the overall atmosphere to something more luxurious than a shady BDSM club with dark corners full of sin was a good choice. Tonight, our sinning didn’t have to hide; it was going to be out in the open, bathed in warm golden light.

“Splendid,” I said. I could see my lover light up with pride, his cheeks puffing up as if he never had a doubt what the final verdict was going to be. “I like that there’s more open space now.”

“Yeah.” Hellion beamed. “There will be… let me see… the Archdemons sans Azazel, the Archangels sans Gabriel, and a handful of others besides us… A bit over a dozen guests in total, so we don’t need as many tables and stuff crowding us. This feels more intimate and it will give us enough space for games.”

“What games?” I asked wearily.

“Now, now, no trying to pry my secrets out of me. You will learn along with everyone else. But I can promise you…” Hellion grinned a shark-like smile. “…you will have a hell of a good time.”

Chapter 2

Michael

When we arrived at the party, the festivities were in full swing. We caught the end of Hellion’s rousing speech about having fun and giving the bachelor couple hell and after that the crowd immediately dispersed into small groups of old friends catching up or new friends being made, everybody finding their little corner of the club. We did our rounds too, chit-chatting about nothing. It was so nice and boring, so perfectly normal, I was lulled into a false sense of security.

“Don’t think that I have forgotten about your punishment,” Lucifer leaned down to whisper into my ear.

Who was I kidding? Of course, he wouldn’t forget.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I tried to play dumb.

I did know what he meant. After all, I had already agreed to the punishment, whatever it may be. Lucifer just grinned at me like a shark, and as much as I loved that expression, it was pretty terrifying to have it aimed at me.

“It seems I have to remind you, then. Very well, I wanted to do this later… but you have forced my hand. Come,” he said.

I followed after him like a scolded puppy as he brought us into one of the more secluded corners. My heart beat quickly at the thought of all the delicious punishments he could bestow upon my trembling body. In such a well-equipped place as the Steel Velvet there were many possible choices. What was it going to be? A whip? A blindfold? Maybe some ice cubes? He could torment me in so many ways.

Lucifer pulled out a pack of colorful markers.

I blinked at him in astonishment.

“What’s this? Are you going to make me write lines like a misbehaving child?” I asked carefully.

“That’s not a bad idea. But no, I have something else in mind. You see, I don’t want you to repeat your mistakes. This lesson is going to stick or help me God. As such, I have decided to forgo the usual corporal punishment because you would enjoy it too much. Instead, I will give you a dose of public humiliation.”

“Public humiliation? Hell no, hold on. Lucifer, I am an Archangel, an important figure. You can’t publicly humiliate me—”

“Yes, I can.”

The words left me speechless in my frustration. I just stood there for a moment, gesticulating feebly at Lucifer, while he kept his stone cold calm, waiting me out. Waiting for me to just roll over and accept his plan.

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