Page 70 of Wicked Believer
Why he deserves the submission I give him each evening he’s home.
This is an act of love, an act of dominance. For me.
I stay as silent and still as I’m able, my eyes never leaving his face save for when he needs to step behind me to better secure my binding, until I feel so overwhelmed, so vulnerable with the emotion of it all, that I think I might cry, if he’d let me.
He’s making up for his absence with all the attention he’s paying me, rope by rope.
I love you,his actions seem to say. Followed by,I’m sorry.
Or as close as he could ever get to it, anyway.
I swallow down the lump that forms inside my throat, the part of me that wishes for a time when things were simpler between us, despitehow connected I feel to him. If I try to move against where he’s tied me, rope burn can set in easily, and while I enjoy a bit of pain, that’s not the kind he’s aiming for tonight.
Tonight, he wants my submission. Total control of my body.
To remind me of how I disobeyed him this week. Touched what’s his.
My sole purpose is to please him.
Take his punishment until I remember I’mhiscompletely.
Finally, when he finishes, I can feel that the knots are more decorative than prohibitive compared to others he’s done previously, but still, I can’t move my hands or feet easily.
He takes in the sight of me bared for him before he leans forward and softly kisses my shoulder. A familiar brush of lips against skin.
Like all our shared sins have melted away.
“Forgive me,” he whispers as he pulls back.
The mood shifts abruptly, and even though I know what’s coming, I’m still not prepared for the shock of it.
Lucifer shoves me down face-first onto the table, my cheek now roughly jammed flat against the cushion so that my pussy and my ass are lifted and bared to him.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he growls against my ear. “Begging for it all week?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, but my cries aren’t enough to satisfy him, so he pulls back his hand and uses one of the tools he’s just grabbed from a nearby rack to paddle me.
The blow lands on my left butt cheek, the sting and then burn that follows radiating out from the impact. It charges me like a live wire, making my pussy even more impossibly wet to the point that I feel some of it smear across the leather cushion as I slide forward a little on the next blow.
Shame burns through my cheeks.
Oh God.
And to think we’re only just getting started.
He paddles me again, and I let out a greedy, uninhibited moan. “Fill me up, Daddy.”
The words are out before I can stop them, making me flush so hot that I couldn’t manage to say anything else even if I tried.
Lucifer’s amused chuckle that follows is a cruel, tempting thing, but I want his cock so badly that I can’t bring myself to regret it.
How the fuck does he do this to me?
“There’s the nasty little slut I fell in love with,” he whispers to me, his tone smug as he trails his hand over the curve of my spine until he cups me, dipping his fingers inside like he’s pleased at how ready I am. “Mmm, you’re soaked for me. Have you been misbehaving to get my attention, darling?”
You know I have,I almost confess.
But I bite down on my lip, shaking my head to deny it, even though we both know it’s true. It’s the brat in me.
