Page 28 of Stealing His Cupcake
Yes, a bad thought. You’re a bad girl,a horny voice in my mind purrs.Perhaps he should spank you.
Unbidden, my eyes slide down to his hands. His knuckles are bruised and scraped. From beating Turbo, my mind helpfully points out, recalling the sound of Lucifer’s fists hitting Turbo’s body. A primitive, aggressive reaction to— I swallow roughly as I remember why my captor was beating Turbo. “The fat Black chick?”That’s what made Lucifer mad. So mad that his cold mask slipped, revealing the fury underneath. The memory is frightening but also strangely comforting, especially as I remember how those hands, capable of so much harm, held me so carefully when I was about to fall apart.
Scooting back on the bed as far as the chain allows, I avoid looking at the most important part of his anatomy until he’s right in front of me. “Don’t be shy,” he tempts, as if he knew exactly what I’m thinking about. “Look your fill.”
He’s, for the lack of a better word, cocky, but then, his confidence is justified. I haven’t seen many cocks before, but his is definitely the biggest and thickest, and how the hell is that going to fit inside of me without splitting me in half? It’s flushed deep red, hard as a steel rod, with a bead of white liquid glistening at the tip. Tip that is pointing right at me like a heat-seeking missile.
I’m not a virgin. Far from it, but this entire situation is making me more nervous than my first attempts at intimacy in high school, including when Bobby Thornton and I nearly got busted by a groundskeeper while fooling around in the broom closet. I was scared back then, but it was nothing compared to being chained to a bed, alone in the room with the man who kidnapped me.
The bed dips as he kneels next to me, those big, big hands rising to frame my face. He seems to like doing that, making sure I can’t look away and escape his intense gaze. “Easy, cupcake.” His breath whispers against my skin. “All I want right now is to feast on your delicious pussy and then pass out for a few hours. How does that sound for a plan?”
“Y-you—” I stutter. “You want what?” Did I hear him correctly? He wants to go down on me? “Why?”
Grinning, he playfully nips at the tip of my nose. “Because I’ve been dreaming about this ever since I first saw you, and I can’t wait to find out what you taste like.”
What Itastelike? Oh my god, what do I taste like? I’m sure it must be terrible because Craig strictly refused to go down on me, ever. He made it sound like it was something that only happened in porn and normal people never engaged in it. It might still be true, since Lucifer is anything but normal. “I don’t— I don’t know—” I try to voice my protest but the words avoid me, my breath catching as he brushes his hand up my calf and then my thigh. The material of my nightgown bunches around my hips and I grab it, trying to push it down, trying to push myself away, but there’s that stupid chain digging into my ankle now that I’m yanking on it and Lucifer is so close, hovering above me, and I just know it’s going to hurt.
“Amy…” The tip of his nose brushes against my ear. “Slow breaths. Please. Everything is alright.”
His hand is on my upper thigh, kneading softly, but he doesn’t push forward. His hair tickles my face as he leans in to nuzzle my neck. My breaths are still coming in desperate gasps and I focus on slowing them, though for all intents and purposes, passing out right now might be the best thing to ever happen to me.
On instinct, I try to match my breathing to Lucifer’s slow, deep breaths. His chest is so close to mine that every time it expands, it brushes against my nipples which are erect for some messed-up reason. I’m not enjoying this, am I?
No, I’m pretty sure I’m panicking rather than enjoying myself.
A kiss on the side of my neck, right below my ear. “You’re beautiful.” Another kiss. “Precious.” More kisses, this time on my jaw. Gentle, lingering ones. “Brave. Strong. Perfect.”
I soak up his lies like the needy, pathetic waste of space I am. I know his words aren’t true but I’m grateful he’s trying, that he isn’t simply taking whatever he wants. God knows he could and I couldn’t stop him.
When his hand moves to cup my ass, I freeze again. What is wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be able to just close my eyes and think of England? I mean, I don’t know much about England, but there are other things I could think about. Nice things. Like…I don’t know. Puppies. Flowers. Baking. I could think about baking. I can come up with dough recipes while he does his thing. It’s unlikely I’ll ever get to use them, but it’s better than freaking out. The last time I tried a mirror glaze cake, it came out all sticky. I wonder what the problem was. Did I use too much glucose syrup?
“Amy.”
Lucifer’s insistent voice, accompanied by a kiss to my cheek, brings me out of my safe space. “No,” I whisper, desperate to go back, to block the real world out. “Please.”
“Amy.” His breath smells of mint after the toothpaste we both used. “Stay with me, baby.”
It’s the endearment that sends me spiraling. Lucifer doesn’t say it in the same derisive voice Craig always used to, but to my strained mind, it’s all the same. “Please. I can’t.” A hiccuping sob tears from me, raw and painful. Moving my leg, the chain digs into my skin again, but this time I embrace the feeling, the pain giving me something to hold on to.
Heaving a deep sigh, my captor whispers a simple “Okay” before dropping down on the bed next to me.
My panicked mind takes too long to realize he’s no longer hovering over me. With the heat of his body gone, cold seeps in, making me shiver. Or maybe I’m still shivering from fear. I can’t even tell anymore. “O-okay? I… I don’t understand.” Is this a trick? Some sick mind game to give me a sliver of hope before tearing it away again?
Another sigh. Not exasperated or annoyed, just…tired. “Come here, cupcake.” He tugs me closer until my head is resting on his shoulder, my body flush with his. His cock is still hard but he seems content to ignore it for now. I lie stiffly, unable to relax as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, as if we were cuddling. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I won’t. I’m positive you’d love it if you let yourself but you obviously need time to adjust to this relationship.”
I nearly snort. Relationship? That’s what we have according to him? Then the rest of his words register. “So… You don’t want to—”
“I want you very much, Amy. But not like this. I’ll wait.”
“I’ll wait.”Such simple words, but not ones I ever expected to hear from him.
I don’t understand him. At all. Every time I think I have him figured out, he goes and does or says something so genuinely nice that I’m starting to believe I might have hallucinated him torturing and killing Turbo. The bite of the chain around my ankle reminds me that whatever “relationship” we have, it’s not exactly consensual, but what is this if not waiting for my consent? I told Lucifer to stop, and he stopped and, Jesus fucking Christ, how is he a better boyfriend than Craig ever was? Craig wouldn’t have taken no for an answer. He wouldn’t get violent, but he’d use a combination of sweet words and subtle threats to make me comply. It worked. Every time. Yet, Lucifer is content to just hold me.
Gratitude rises in my chest, growing so massive it catches in my throat. “I-I… Thank you,” I manage to whisper against his shoulder. I want to laugh and cry, or do both at once, but I hold back. I’ve unleashed enough of my weirdness on him already. Still, the relief loosens my tongue and, as usual, I blurt out something stupid. “You wouldn’t like it anyway. I’m not really good at sex.” As Craig didn’t hesitate to point out. Repeatedly. “You’d only be disappointed.”
Apparently, that’s the wrong thing to say because one second I’m nicely cuddled to Lucifer’s side and the next, he’s lying on top of me, his cock prodding my stomach and his hand wrapped around my throat. Not squeezing, but pinning me down forcefully enough to let me know I screwed up. I triggered him somehow and now I’m going to die for it.
Chapter 19
