Page 73 of Wicked Believer
“Green,” I whisper, swallowing hard.
Bright fucking green.
Lucifer chuckles like he knows what I’m thinking.
And that one spoken word changes the tension between us completely, making it even headier, primal even. The fact that I’mso turned on, so feral and horny for him, seems to please him, and I whimper impatiently as he turns off the vibrator, pulling it out of me only so that the fat head of his cock brushes outside my pussy’s slick folds.
Oh fuck, what has he done to me?
I rock back eagerly.
It’s the ultimate act of submission.
But I ... I want it.
Want him.
I bite down on my lower lip so hard, I nearly draw blood as he draws out my embarrassment, teasing me. “Ask me for what you want.”
“Fuck your cum into me. Please, Lucifer.”
Oh God. This is reckless and stupid, and I might regret it later, but right now, I can’t bring myself to care about anything beyond what he makes me feel.
And the power in that is seductive.
Intoxicating.
“Beg,” he orders, his tip probing the outside of my entrance. Teasing but not yet taking.Or the vibrator is going to come back, only to stop again.
Fuck, he’s going to make me say it.
Ask for what I need.
It’s another lesson. Another punishment.
I have half a mind to try and sink back onto the length of his cock, to brat out and take him into me from where he’s positioned right outside my entrance until he’s too tempted to do anything but let me ride him greedily.
But I want him inside me so much more than I want him to return that vibrator right now, so I hold my position, obeying. No matter how much I’m straining.
“I . . .”
“Beg for it,” he growls. “Like you mean it.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice high and needy. “Please, I ... wanna be full of you.”
I can hear the smirk on his lips as he chuckles at how filthy and depraved he’s made me be. “You will beg and take me like this every night until you are round for me”—he grips one hand over my lower stomach, letting me know exactly what he means—“until you never have any doubt that you aremine.”
He thrusts into me then, the hard length of his cock filling me to the max in one hot, thick stroke, but I know that’s not nearly all of him. Fuck, he’s huge. My body seizes, struggling to adjust afterward, until I’m wrapped around him so tight I’m not certain where I end and he begins.
Like he was made for me.
Considering the whole fated thing, maybe he was ...
Or maybeIwas made for him.
Made to kneel at his feet. His obedient queen.
The thought shudders through me, and he pulls back and thrusts into me again, the force of it making me gasp as my face slides across the bondage table.
