Page 47 of Devil Bound
The sight of him, naked but streaked with traces of ash, was nearly enough to make me come in my pants as well.Soul stood, sniffing again.
“No, not for you.”I picked her up.“I have to wash him.Hmm, it’ll be like a sponge bath.”I wondered whether it would be okay to give myself a sponge bath after…but no.All my CPR teachers had been adamant about not leaving unconscious people unattended.I’d have to stay by Nelly’s side all through the night, watching him sleep and dream of me, his boyfriend.
In the bathroom at the back of the room, with Soul still under my arm, I grabbed a washcloth from the pile.
“I wonder if it’s the same as with people in a coma.If I read to him, do you think he can hear?”I wet the cloth one-handed, squeezed out the excess water, then headed back with Soul growling low.“Maybe I should read to him.”I sucked in a lungful of air.“Oh.There is this book I’ve been saving for a special occasion.One of the characters keeps the other captive in a cage.Yeah, I’ll read that to him.”
I put Soul down on the floor as I sat on the bed next to Nelly, heated the cloth to just above body temperature with my magic, and began cleaning him up.My mouth watered at the sight.After Trony’s ridiculous accusation about food envy, I wasn’t ever going to admit it, but I would’ve liked to suck my necromancer’s cock.
“Soon,” I told him before reaching over him to cover him with a sheet.
Humans were so susceptible to cold, and Nelly’s clothes were gone.I had to watch over him while he was naked.I grinned at the thought of such a chore and headed to my reading corner to grab the captivity book from my pile.
“You’re going to enjoy this so much, babe,” I told him, flipping to the first page.
25
Lionel
Iwoketothesound of chirping birds and a growling canine.Soul.I wasn’t allowed pets in my apartment, and I’d have to give her back to Lucifer.
Wait…birds?There were no birds near my place, at least not enough to make this sort of noise.I cracked my eyes open.I was lying on my side, close to the edge of my bed, and Soul was sitting on the floor, a string of drool hanging from her mouth.She growled up at me, staring with her beady eyes.
Like a chair falling apart under your ass, the events of last night came back to me with a creaking, sinking sort of feeling.
Oh, fuck.Fuck.Last night… This was not my bed, and I was naked under the covers.Too-soft covers.No.Nooo.Please, no.I felt like I’d been on my feet for days, and moving was hard, but while I wasn’t dressed—not a fucking stitch on me—I also didn’t feel as if I’d…as if he’d…as if we’d…
Well, there was definitely nowe.
I turned onto my back and lifted my head off the soft pillows in their high-thread-count pillowcases.I dared a glance over to the other side of the bed, which was blessedly empty.
Wait.I was naked, swaddled in disgustingly soft sheets in the Devil’s bed.Last night… Yeah.I had sort of come.In my pants.And now I wasn’t wearing any, and I certainly hadn’t taken them off, so someone else had.There was no feeling of any kind of grossness or dried cum flaking off me either, so someone had cleaned me up.
Someone.Lucifer.Lucifer?Nooo, he wasn’t the cleaning kind of Devil, and I didn’t want to think about how he might have washed my dick with a sponge.
I looked at Soul.“Did you lick me clean?You did, right?Good dog.Very good, cursed poodle dog.”
I sat up and rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands.Sunlight poured in through the large glass wall that overlooked a forested area to my left, but
the curtains were partially drawn, casting the bed in shadows as if whoever had left me here had wanted to make sure I didn’t get hit in the face by the burning rays of the angry sky fireball.
I met Soul’s beady eyes again.“You closed the curtains, right?You’re such a clever, clever dog, Soul.Good dog.”
She growled on, tilting her head.I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was judging me.Not as harshly as I was judging myself, but more than a cursed poodle had any right to do.Not that I’d argue.After all, she’d licked my dick clean and closed the curtains to let me sleep in, so I wasn’t going to complain.
My clothes were nowhere to be seen.I listened intently for any other noises in the cavernous house—running water, a toilet flushing, conversation.Apart from the birds, everything was silent, and with any luck, Lucifer had gone out to do whatever it was the Devil did to amuse himself.
That wasgood.Obviously, nothing worth seeing had happened, so this wasn’t technically going to be a walk of shame, but it didn’t hurt that no one was here to see it.Other than Soul, and Soul was one of the least judgy dogs I’d ever seen.At least, that was what I chose to believe.
The next time I happened to run into the Devil his own damn self, I’d simply act as if last night had never happened.He thought I had amnesia half the time we met anyway, so giving him a taste of the thing couldn’t hurt.
Yeah, that was the right thing to do if you woke up naked in the Devil’s bed: Pretend it hadn’t happened and move on with your life.
First things first, I had to get out.I tried to gather the sheet around me, but it was heavy and outrageously sized to fit the similarly outrageous size of the bed.
“Fancy shit.Why does everything about him have to be fancy, huh?His stupid hair, his stupid jeans that make him look hotter than he is, and that uber-fancy silly voice of his.Who the fuck needs that, Soul?”
The poodle gave a low bark and took a few steps back so as not to get caught in the crossfire of my wrestling match with the sheet.One of us was smart.Holding my breath, I gave up on the sheet and got up and out of bed naked as I was.
