Page 21 of Midnight with the Devil

His low chuckle was the opposite of comforting. “My dear, we are just getting started.” Lucien removed his coat and draped it over a nearby chair. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and loosened his red silk tie, sliding it off his neck. She watched in equal parts dread and fascination as he wound the expensive silk around his hands the way a boxer would tape his palms. She held her breath as he tightened the silk and then released it.

“Get on the bed and lie on your back, arms above your head.”

Shivering, Diana complied. She walked to the edge of the bed and lowered herself onto the silk sheets and then slid to the center of the bed. He watched her every move. She couldn’t stop trembling, and it took every ounce of her self-control not to panic when he captured her wrists and bound them together with his red tie that moments ago had been around his neck. Then he snapped his fingers, and a silver chain materialized in his hand. He looped the chain around the knotted tie and then secured her to the wooden spindles of the headboard.

“You will not move or speak, but you may make any sound you like.” He stood beside the bed, and after a moment of staring at her, he eased down onto the bed and leaned over her.

Diana closed her eyes, terrified of whatever he might do. She jerked when his fingertips stroked down her cheek.

“You can’t hide from me, Diana. Not even in your own head.” His voice was closer, and she could feel his breath as it fell upon her lips. “I can see inside your head while you’re here in my world.” And then his lips covered hers.

The joining of their mouths was like smoldering heat joining metal. She could not fight that kiss—no hot-blooded woman could. A whimper escaped her when he bit her bottom lip and tugged on it. Flashes of images—wind, clouds, the earth rising up to meet her—made her dizzy and entranced. She was so distracted by his kiss that she didn’t immediately realize his hand was sliding up her inner thighs until he gave her left thigh a light smack. The faint sting of pain caused her to jolt, and her eyes opened.

He broke the kiss and stayed where he was, leaning over her. Then he slid his hand up to cup her mound, and he brushed his thumb over her clit through the fabric of her panties. She jolted at the sudden touch and the riotous wave of ecstasy that shot through her. It felt good, so good, and she hated that he was giving her such pleasure.

“You belong to me—never forget that. You exist here until dawn to serve my pleasures and my needs. Do you understand?”

She nodded, but he frowned. “When you are in my bed, I am your lord and master. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.” The words sent a little electric pulse through her.Don’t let your mind go there.But it was too late. The dark, secret place in her head was close, too close.

“Very good. Tonight is your first lesson. I will be lenient, just once.” He continued to rub circles around her clit with his thumb. “Some nights, I will tease you like this for as long as it amuses me. On other nights, I will take you straight to a flat surface, bend you over, and fuck you until you can’t walk. And if you continue to please me, we will explore all those hidden fantasies you think you are hiding from me.”

No… He couldn’t know about those. They were buried deep in her head, safe even from herself. She hoped.

“You have a strong will, but I can wear you down, weaken your defenses. I have all the time in the world.” He moved her panties aside and slipped his index finger into her slick folds, twirling the tip in slow, lazy patterns. She couldn’t resist wriggling, and he laughed.

“I told you not to move.” He slowly rolled her onto her stomach and tugged her panties down to just below her ass cheeks and spanked her hard three times on each cheek. She’d never been spanked before, and the sudden flush of wet heat filled her with shame. He’d turned her on by striking her, the slight bite of pain too erotic to ignore. Then he pulled her panties back up and rolled her once more onto her back. She winced as her tender bottom touched the bed. He didn’t wait long before he was parting her folds again and thrusting his fingers into her. He spoke slowly, watching her face closely as she panted and strained to control her body.

Don’t move, can’t move.He inserted a second finger into her and licked his lips.

“Damn, you’re tight. Like a fucking virgin. It’s going to feel so good when I fuck you.”

His raw, dirty words made a wild unstoppable heat flood her channel. Her few boyfriends had always been sweet, not dirty, and to her shame she liked the way Lucien was touching her and talking about her, about what he wanted to do to her.

“You like that, don’t you?” His murmur of satisfaction caused her to tremble. “You like it rough, but you’ve never had it like that, have you?” He removed his fingers from her and licked them, grinning the entire time. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it dark, hard, and dirty for you. You’ll never want sweet and slow again.”

Lucien was barelyin control of himself. Diana proved to be a temptation he couldn’t resist. Not that he ever resisted long when it came to getting what he wanted. What was the point? As the king of hell, he could do what he wished, take what he wanted. Denying himself anything was only to prolong the exquisite ecstasy once he had what he wanted. And that was why he decided he would not fuck her, not fully, not tonight. He would torture her, tease her, make her come over and over, but he would not possess her. The fear and anger in her eyes hadn’t aroused him. Owning a woman’s body and soul when she surrendered them willingly was infinitely more arousing.

He slid off the side of the bed and walked over to the foot. Then he climbed onto the bed, his body moving with the grace of a jaguar as he reached over her, gripping her panties, sliding them slowly down her legs. He dangled the fabric off his finger, letting her see them before he tossed them onto the floor.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees,” he commanded.

Diana’s eyes closed, and her face darkened with a blush that looked like a glass of merlot. Someday soon she would stop feeling shame about her body and passion. He would coax her into the darkness with him. Lucien knelt between her legs and placed his hands on her inner thighs, holding her open as he gazed down at her exposed sex. She was a pretty pink with a small patch of dark hair.Natural. He had been with too many women who changed their bodies to fit the ideal woman of a man’s fantasies. Fake tits, Botoxed lips, every bit of hair and fat removed.Fools, all of them.

He settled down, crouching now above her belly as he placed soft, heated kisses on her mound. She tensed when he parted her folds farther with exploring fingers. An animal hunger took over as he inhaled her scent, natural, full of need and sex. There was nothing more exquisite than those two scents paired together. Humans could act sophisticated all they liked, but when it came down to it, they were creatures just like any other, driven by needs for safety, sex, and sustenance. Sex was the most powerful.

A delicious shudder ran through her as he bent his head and licked her sensitive folds. The tie bit into the flesh of her wrists as she strained, and he chuckled at the erotic sight of her bound and helpless. She writhed at each lick and intimate touch, spreading her legs for him. He continued to explore her, taste her, his mouth never stopping as he worked on her wet center. A breathy moan escaped Diana, and she threw her head back.

“You’re so wet for me, pet. I could lap up your cream for days,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against her inner thigh, knowing the scrape of his beard would rasp against her sensitive skin.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?” he replied before he fastened his lips around the bud of her clit, sucking hard.

The wild, desperate sound she made only fed his hunger. He flicked his tongue against her and then thrust into her over and over, a gentle, tortuously light penetration.

“Please stop,” she begged.

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