Page 78 of Architecti
“Midnight…” I whine.
“Oh, I heard you.But there’s a difference between shouldn’t and can’t.And…” she kneels between my legs.My pussy is spread so far open, my lips are parted.I squirm at being so on display—the vulgarity of it.But fuck, her eyes are hungry, obsessed.Lust pools in her gaze as she takes in every inch of me.It shifts the tension clinging to my insides.Dropping it into a warm coil in my belly.I like making her look like she’s starved.
I push my hips out a little further.Her nostrils flare and she turns away, leaning her face into my thigh.
“Tell me no,” she says against my flesh.
“No,” I hum, unable to keep the brattish giggle from my voice.
“Lucy,” Midnight hisses my name like a curse.“What’s your safe word?”
“Do I need one?”
“Maybe not tonight, but you will at some point.”
I sigh.“Tonight… listen… this… we’ve been here.It’s too risky.Yes, I want the runes… hell… I want you.But we can’t do this.So it’s a one-time thing.If we were to get caught… you saw what almost happened tonight.You’d get kicked out.I’d lose my job.”
“That all sounds great.But we’re locked in your apartment, and I want your safe word.”
I keep my mouth shut.But the word bubbles on my tongue, desperate for me to let it out.
“Now, Lucy.”It’s a demand.Fuck, it makes me melt, makes my pussy glisten inches from her mouth.I want this.I fucking need it.My clit is still swollen and aching to be touched.
“Satan,” I whisper, cursing my traitorous mouth.
Her brow cinches in question.
“He was a demon from a distant realm.He, well, the realm itself could be a myth for all I know.But he was a fallen angel, like Architecti.It just… it was the first thing that came to mind.”
“Fine.Satan it is.”
She leans into my pussy, a moan slipping from her lips.“Wait,” I say.
She lurches back.“Such a cunt tease.”
“I’m just kidding.I wanted to see you flinch.”
She sighs, “You little brat.”
She hoists me up by my arse and flings me over her shoulder, landing a healthy slap on my cheek.I squeal as she carries me like that and throws me on the sofa.
“Turn around and hold onto the top of the sofa,” Midnight says.
“Wh-What?”I stumble over my words, a flutter of something adrenaline-like twisting through my belly.
“Do it.”Midnight’s eyes darken, and my body moves of its own accord.I place my hands on the back of the sofa, my knees making depressions in the cushions.
Midnight stalks back to my pile of clothes and the… oh my gods.She picks up my belt and wraps it around her fist.
“What are you doing?”I ask.I go to move my hands, but her eyes snap to my grip.
“Did I tell you to move?”Her voice deepens, becoming all chesty and authoritative.My pussy clenches knowing what’s coming, fearing and craving it in equal measure.My nipples rub against the sofa fabric and stiffen in anticipation.
“Bend over,” she demands.
“Pardon?”
“Don’t make me ask you again.This can go one of two ways…”
