Page 7 of Sinful Pride

“It does for today. But if you’re uninterested in the demon, and you would like to try something with me, we can revisit this at a later time. There’s no pressure,” I reassured him.

Tirael bit his lip, appearing uncertain.

“No, that’s, um, that’s not it. I mean, I’m not uninterested. Beelzebub is… a fine specimen, but he’s so, so, so…” Tirael’s lips moved, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the right words. “…intimidating,” he finally settled on. “Larger than life. Does he really want me? It’s hard to believe that he would.”

I let out a breath, relieved that was the main issue. I could work with this.

“Oh, sweetheart, how could he not want you?” I crooned, stroking his cheek. I turned his head in Beelzebub’s direction. “Just look how he can’t keep his eyes off you.”

Tirael stiffened again when his eyes met Beelzebub’s fiery stare. The demon was sprawled on a chair far enough from us to not be privy to our conversation but close enough to see what was happening, so he responded with a grin at our attention. His tongue licked his lips lewdly, as if he was already tasting the poor lamb I was bringing to the slaughter. The gesture looked unsettling on a face painted like a skull.

Tirael shuddered.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” I soothed. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

“What… what if I want that?” Tirael whispered.

“Being hurt? Then I can offer my services. We are, after all, in a BDSM club, and I am proficient in the ways of bringing pleasure… With or without pain. I can give you a taste and we can see if you like it.” I dropped my hand from his face, but he stayed in the same position, spellbound by Beelzebub’s gaze. “But if it’s being afraid you want… that’s one thing I have to admit is Beelzebub’s expertise. Do you want to try with us?”

“I don’t know,” Tirael said a bit hysterically. He closed his eyes tight and visibly made himself calm down, his breathing becoming steady as if he was counting. In. Hold. Out. In, hold, out… When he opened his eyes again, resolve shone in them. “What are you offering? Why should I agree to be… to be yours for the night?”

“When was the last time you felt relaxed?” I asked. “You are stressed and anxious, nearly vibrating out of your skin. Let me soothe that energy, make you forget about your worries for a while. Let me take care of you, sweetheart. You deserve to relax and have fun.” I could see how hungry he was for praise as he involuntarily leaned closer to me, like a flower turning towards the sun. “You are such a good boy.”

When Tirael gasped I knew I had him.

He squirmed in his seat and finally asked, “And Beelzebub?”

I gestured at my partner in crime to join us.

“Tirael has a question for you. Why should he agree to be yours for the night?”

“It’s simple,” Beelzebub crowded Tirael on the couch from the other side, his clawed hand landing on one of the angel’s thighs, making him let out a high-pitched squeak. “I’m going to give you what you want the most: the punishment for your crimes. Pain, degradation, bondage… there’s so many fun ways to make you atone for what you did. It’s a crime in itself that they let you off so lightly and you know it, don’t you? It will torment you forever if you do nothing about it. If you re-open that wound it will hurt so much, but in the end… it will have a chance to heal.” Tirael swallowed harshly, his eyes blown wide. “But really, let’s be honest here. I’m just a sadistic fuck and I want to see you cry.”

Impossibly, I thought Beelzebub’s speech convinced the poor little lamb more than mine did. Did pain and punishment seem more tangible than praise and fun? Either way, Tirael sealed his fate.

“I’m yours. For tonight. Both of you. Do… do whatever you want with me.”

Tirael

Oh God, what was I doing? Raphael sat in front of me, looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to answer his questions. There were so many questions, and each one of them made my cheeks flare with heat. I knew a bit about the whole BDSM thing—there was no way to remain unaware of such a pastime when the Embassy was next door to the Steel Velvet Club, and when my boss and his lover were definitely practicing the lifestyle—but I couldn’t really say that I knew enough. Fortunately, Raphael agreed with me, even if I wanted to throw myself headfirst into the experience. Beelzebub was eager to catch me with his claws but when Raphael insisted on doing this properly, as agreed, and scolded Beelzebub, the demon just huffed and left, murmuring under his breath about preparing the room and the handcuffs and the whips.

“What was the question again?” I asked Raphael, wrenching my mind away from the implication of the overheard words.

“Your limits, darling. Please focus, this is important,” Raphael said.

“Oh, I don’t think I have any?” I said, scratching my head.

“I assure you, you do,” Raphael lifted his eyebrow at me. “Would you, for example, like us to use body fluids… other than cum, saliva, and blood, that is?”

I made a disgusted face, getting what he was referring to only after a few seconds of thought. “Oh, no, no, thank you. That’s definitely not my up alley.”

“I will add that to your limits, then. What else?”

“Um, how about you suggest some of the most common limits? I’m not really… I don’t know enough about this whole thing to know what I should avoid.”

“Very well. That sounds reasonable. I will just assume the more hardcore stuff is off the table today, but you indicated your willingness to play with Beelzebub, and from what he was saying, pain and punishment are definitely something we should discuss. Now, Beelzebub might not want to play by the rules or indeed have any rules in place, but I will be there for your safety, so I’ll intervene if necessary. If you say your safeword, I will step in. But I need to be able to trust you will use it if needed.” Raphael looked solemn as he said it, so I nodded slowly. From what I understood, not using a safeword was one of the worst things a sub could do to a dom. I may not care about myself, but I did care about hurting the angel in front of me.

Raphael smiled at me and I wanted to tuck that warm expression away, keep the image to remember forever.

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