Page 42 of Devil Bound
It made Lucifer chuckle like a crackling bonfire marking the changing seasons.
“Nelly, is this you asking me to get creative?Spread you out on your belly while I make you moan underneath me?”
Nope, no.That did not put an image in my head, and it did not make me feel anything at all.Damn my cock.I needed to be thinking with my brain right now.I needed to leave and forget this had ever happened.
I huffed, trying to get my thoughts lined up with the focus on…well, leaving.Meanwhile, Lucifer had walked me to another room, large enough to be a ballroom but not nearly as well lit as the one with the fireplace.He headed for a large staircase on the left that snaked up the wall in a curve, leading to a second-floor balcony that looked as if it ran the circumference of the ballroom.
I tried to grab the banister to anchor myself, but Lucifer, not half as oblivious as I would have liked, saw.He reached around me and caught first one wrist and then the other in his hand.
“Nelly, what is that thing they say about idle hands?”
“Huh?How the fuck would I know?”
That Devil noise again.“I could tell you.Would you like that, Nelly?”
“N—I mean, perhaps some other time.”
He cackled like a hyena about to dig into a massive feast, then he leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
“Please.Say no, Nelly.I’d make you enjoy it so very much.”
He followed that up by sucking my earlobe, nipping it with sharp teeth before he let go and carried on maneuvering me up the stairs.
It was a nice, grand staircase, really.Just the kind of thing I could imagine he’d use to descend like some magnificent playboy, slick and handsome, a gleaming smile on his face to dazzle and impress the masses.Yeah, people could use the lowest stairs to fall at his feet and beg him to tie them up.
Not me though.I was still an agnostic about the existence of his penis.
“I should go.I have work.”
The Devil clicked his tongue.“No, babe.You have quality time with your boyfriend now.”
“N—I mean, I should finish…uh.”
I tried dragging my feet, but that did me no good.It just made Lucifer hold me tighter and use his hold on me to carry me, rather than allowing me to walk by myself or knocking my toes into the stairs.
“Finishing sounds delightful, but not finishing can be fun too,” Lucifer mumbled, making it seem as if he were thinking out loud.
He wasn’t though, I knew he wasn’t, because he was deceptive like that, and I, Lionel Hawkes, professional necromancer, was not going to fall for it.Also, I had places to be, and I needed to stop thinking about the Devil showing me his bedroom and focus on getting to those places.Even if, in the moment, I couldn’t recall precisely where they were.
By the time we got to the top of the stairs, sweat had broken out all over my skin.Lucifer seemed downright affable, and I wanted to kick him in the balls, which I definitely would do if he’d give me that kind of opening.I swallowed.He wasn’t going to give me that kind of opening, was he?
When he put me on my feet again, I got a big breath of his scent, full of dark woody notes and about as ridiculously seductive as his voice.It was possible my mouth watered, but no, I didn’t do that kind of thing.
“I am not going to bed with you,” I said to him in the semi-darkness of the upstairs floor as we walked—as he dragged me along.My voice was shaky and my legs were starting to get wobbly.
I felt him kiss the top of my head, and damn it, that felt good.No, no.Not good.It couldn’t feel good.I tried to get my hands free again, to no avail.
“Babe, where else would you sleep after that long, hard day at work you had?”Lucifer asked, lingering on that “hard” as if he were a horny pubescent human.
“At home,” I said.“In my own bed.”I turned my head away when a shaft of light made his sapphire eyes shimmer like faerie lights.“Alone.”I added, just to make that clear.
“Ever so stubborn,” Lucifer said.He released my wrists, but only so he could open a door and flick on the lights in the room beyond, which was…well, it was a bedroom.A bedroom on steroids, but a bedroom nonetheless.
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Lionel
HadIfantasizedaboutLucifer, me, and a bed?Yes.Had I imagined his bed was going to be the kind of thing you’d normally only see in kitschy porn?No, but who was I kidding, of course he had a porn bed.
