Page 164 of Wicked Believer
I gape at him. “Is ... is everyone on the entire staff kinky?”
Neither of them answers as Lucifer turns his attention back to me.
His velvet-and-sin voice drops to the low register he reserves for when we’re alone, and I feel it between my thighs. “On your knees.”
I drop to the floor eagerly, the ivory white of my recreated purity gown circling me. The bodice pushes my breasts out like an offering, making me painfully aware of the weight of them, of how heavy they feel with anticipation. This version of my old dress is designer and a little more gownlike than my previous one, but for the moment, it’s fitting.
I lower my head, waiting for my next instruction, but Lucifer’s voice is surprisingly gentle as he whispers, “Please look at me, Charlotte.”
I lift my gaze to him, and the whole room, the whole world seems to hinge on his next breath as he opens the box.
A new play collar.
One to match the diamond day collar at my throat.
My vision blurs with emotion, my heart nearly as open as when he proposed to me. I’m already his sub. But wearing his collar, being his, is an even deeper level of commitment.
A way to show the world that he owns me.
The room grows quiet and still, the universe stopping as Lucifer drops to one knee in front of me. He removes my day collar, only long enough to replace it with the new one he’s given me.
The black leather Dior calfskin is lined with metal eyelets that can be used during our scenes, and smooth white pearls hang suspended from each of the individual circlets.
It’s perfect.
Lucifer secures the collar around my throat, and from the fit, I have a suspicion it was designed for me. He gently grips it, using it to guide me to my feet. I rise and then he has me in his arms, smirking wickedlyas he dips me so low, the ends of my hair nearly brush the floor. He claims my mouth in a hot and feverish kiss as I moan against him.
The watching crowd lets out a round of wolf whistles and applause as I grip the lapels of his suit coat, eager to strip it off him.
Oh God. I want him inside menow.
The way he makes me feel should be illegal, it’s so unholy.
A few moments later we resurface from where we’ve lost ourselves in one another as he uses his fangs to tease and nip me. But I know it’s only a hint of the pleasure-pain that’s going to follow tonight.
“Go get undressed. I’ll be waiting,” he purrs.
I laugh as he uses my hand to spin me, twirling me once so that when I settle, I’m facing the entrance of the playroom, and Jax and Mia are there waiting for me.
My devilish bridesmaids.
They both usher me out excitedly like they’ve been waiting for this moment all night, leading me into a private corridor. The next thing I know, I’m being trussed up like some kind of kinky present, Mia helping take my hair down and darken my makeup as she openly marvels at my tits while Jax helps me apply a pair of glittering pasties.
When I reemerge, I’m practically naked, save for the buckled contraption—er, lingerie?—I’m wearing. Two white star-shaped pasties cover my nipples, and a white-lined garter belt—meant to signal that I’m the future bride—hold up a pair of thigh-high stockings. Other than the cover of the sheer lace thong and brocade ivory corset that cinches the sides of my waist in, I’m basically not wearing anything, but I’ve never felt so sexy.
So open and exposed.
I look in a nearby mirror, taking it all in.
Fuck you, Dad,I think.
He’d roll over in his grave if he were able to see me. But I won’t let the shame he tried to instill in me ruin my night.
The idea of all the masquerade’s guests watching me and Lucifer is tempting.
Azmodeus was sure to make the entire guest list present STD test results that were completed within the past twenty-four hours along with leaving several massive bowls full of condoms, finger cots, nitrile gloves, and dental dams in any available corner on every floor. He also sent me an extensive kink questionnaire he and Lucifer worked on together to be mindful of my limits during this whole thing.
Out of curiosity, I might have gone a bit wild and checked a lot of the boxes I wasn’t completely certain about without really thinking.
