Page 33 of Letters to Satan

People are always a little dumber than we give them credit for.

My hand lands on the small of Damien’s back, and I steer him towards the table and pull his chair out for him. Arryn’s brows fly up, but she smartly doesn’t say a word. She sits before I can offer the same courtesy to her, and I take my seat right as a group of elves walks in with our meal.

Once everything is sat in front of us, I gesture at the food—a shrimp scampi with asparagus that smells divine. “Please, this is informal. Eat while we talk.” She nods and takes a bite, letting her eyes roll up in her head as she releases a delighted moan.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Damien purrs as he leans over and grips my forearm, giving it a lightsqueeze. “Nik—oh, excuse me, The Santa is so good at spoiling his guests.”

“And… how long have you been a guest here?” she asks, cocking her brow as she takes another bite.

“Long enough to bequitespoiled.” He slides his fork between his lips and holy fuck, it should not be as provocative as it is.

I put some warning into my throat clearing, and he glances over and tosses me a wink. “We’ve called you here to discuss some distribution issues with the mail system… although it’s no fault of yours,” I quickly add as I see her defenses rise. “It’s mere human error, but something we really can’t eliminate at the source.”

Placated, she settles back into her chair and gestures for me to continue. “Alright, I’m listening.” Startled by a light touch on my leg, I glance down to find Damien’s tail flicking playfully on the inside of my calf.

“Something wrong, Nik?” he asks as it skates higher, swirling in circles around my knee.

A second clearing of my throat gives me the composure to smile calmly. “Of course not, I apologize. The Lucifer has been getting the occasional letter mistakenly made out toSataninstead ofSanta, and it is becoming a hindrance.”

“Just how many letters are you receiving for it to be a problem, Lucifer?”

I open my mouth, but he speaks over me as his tail lashes against my thigh like a whip, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sting. “Enough for it to beannoying, and enough for me to deem it needs to be fixed.”

“Alright, I’ll bite. What exactly do you want us to do about it?”

“We’ve thought that through as well,” I say, attempting to maintain my poker face as Damien’s tail slithers up my thigh like a snake, my cheeks heating as it brushes between my legs. “Da—The Lucifer and I have agreed to split a task force. One of his minions or one of my elves will help sort through his intended mail for the day and reroute any letters that are obviously meant for me.”

“Obvious how?” she asks, and I shudder as his tail drags up the length of my cock.

“Oh, you know,” he purrs, stroking in a rhythm now. “Anything with candy stripes or Christmas trees drawn on the envelope.” My knees spread as I scoot forward in my seat, giving him access as my erection pushes against my pants. His smile is scandalous as he leans his elbows on the table.

“Alright, that makes sense, but some will still sneak through.”

“You just let me take care of those.” Damien tosses her a wink as she shrugs.

“I see no issue with it, provided that they finish sorting before the mail is sent out and don’t impede the workers.”

“Fantastic!” Damien says with a giant smile. Up and down, his tail strokes me, and I’m content for him to carry the conversation as I soak in the pleasure that’s rippling through my body.

“Well, this was… surprisingly uneventful,” Arryn says, unaware of what’s happening under the table. Something tells me if she knew, her opinion about the eventfulness of this dinner would change in a heartbeat. “While I’m here, do you think I could see the workshop? Check it off my bucket list?”

“Uh, of course,” I stutter, trying to figure out how to stand without putting my rock-hard cock on display, when Damien solves my conundrum and yells for Cadbury.

Mere seconds later, his head pops in the door. “You rang, Lucifer?”

Damien’s catty grin suggests he is enjoying having my staff at his beck and call. I shake my head and turn to Cadbury. “Would you be so kind as to offer Ms. Arryn here a tour of the workshop?”

“Of course, sir.” He gives her a cheerful smile, which she returns as she stands from her chair. “Right this way, Arryn, and let me treat you to a mug of hot cocoa.”

As soon as the door closes behind them, my attention snaps to Damien, who drops to his knees beside my chair and cups my cock through my pants. He drags his hand along my length as I groan, rolling my hips into his touch. “You are going to get me into so much trouble,” I mutter as he leans in and nips my bottom lip before giving me an insistent kiss.

“You can cheat and take your name off the naughty list, I won’t tell,” he teases, and I laugh as he drops onto all fours and disappears under the table. “Dam—” My words are cut short as he yanks my chair forward, causing the edge of the tabletop to jabmy ribcage. He pushes the tablecloth over my lap, and I can’t see him… can only feel his hands as they slide up my thighs.

“Fuck,” I moan as he unbuttons my pants and slides my zipper down, pulling out his prize.

“You’re so fucking big,” he purrs as a drag of wet heat meets the tip of my cock, and I moan louder as he chuckles. “Someone’s sensitive.”

“It’s like you’ve put a blindfold over my eyes, Damien.” His chuckle forms, low and raspy, deep in his throat as he takes the head of my cock inside his mouth and gives me a gentle suck, and my head falls against my shoulders as my hips snap forward, wanting more. Every sense is heightened as fingers wrap around my shaft, swirling his tongue as he pumps me slowly.

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