Page 29 of Wicked Believer (Original Sinner #2)

He paddles me again, and I let out a greedy, uninhibited moan. “Fill me up, Daddy.”

The words are out before I can stop them, making me flush so hot that I couldn’t manage to say anything else even if I tried.

Lucifer’s amused chuckle that follows is a cruel, tempting thing, but I want his cock so badly that I can’t bring myself to regret it.

How the fuck does he do this to me?

“There’s the nasty little slut I fell in love with,” he whispers to me, his tone smug as he trails his hand over the curve of my spine until he cups me, dipping his fingers inside like he’s pleased at how ready I am.

“Mmm, you’re soaked for me. Have you been misbehaving to get my attention, darling? ”

You know I have, I almost confess.

But I bite down on my lip, shaking my head to deny it, even though we both know it’s true. It’s the brat in me.

I’ve never been able to resist tempting him, goading him. Right from the start.

“Are you lying to me, Charlotte?” he says as if he heard exactly what I was thinking.

I shake my head again, whimpering as his fingers brush against my clit only to disappear back into my folds, edging me further and further.

“Do you know what will happen if you lie to me? If you keep defying me?”

I shake my head, playing coy.

Suddenly, his mouth is on my ear, his fangs nicking me. The serpentine hiss of his voice wraps around me as he pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers. “I’ll fuck you until you’re so full of me you’ll be begging for my mercy. Do I make myself clear?”

I bite down on my lower lip, trying to stop myself, but this time, I ... can’t.

“Is that supposed to be a punishment, sir?” I ask, lifting my ass in tribute to him.

I can hear his low growl of arousal in response.

But he’s not having it.

He grips me by the hair, pulling it back so hard that I let out a sharp cry as several of his fingers are rammed up inside me, pushing so deep they nearly brush against my cervix. A reminder of exactly who’s in charge. “I said. Are. We. Clear?”

“Yes, yes, sir,” I whimper, scrambling to correct myself. “Yes, sir, we’re clear.”

“Good.” He shoves me back down and onto the table again like I mean nothing to him. I am nothing. Not beyond what he’s made me. “For your punishment tonight, you will take me bare, Charlotte.”

I choke. “Wha—what?”

“Only after you’ve come so many times, you beg for me. You will learn to ask for what you want.”

He thrusts something up inside me then. A vibrator or some other kind of sex toy from the feel of it. A thin lubed butt plug follows, plunging into my other hole a moment later.

And before I can stop him, the toy is on, vibrating.

Fully within his control.

And I’m powerless to stop it.

I try to writhe against where he’s bound me, escape the too-intense sensation of it, but I can’t move. Quickly the pressure builds and builds until I’m coming out of my skin from the pleasure of it. It’s too much. Too much.

Until, suddenly, it ... stops abruptly.

“No. No, no, please.”

By the time he’s built me up and edged me close to oblivion for the fourth time, only to cruelly rip it away from me again, I’m swearing, writhing from a mixture of too-intense need and sweet fucking torture until I’m shaking.

I’ll die if this doesn’t end soon.

“Please, please, sir,” I beg. “I need your cock in me.”

That’s my only chance at relief.

The pharmacy has been filling my birth control, and I take it religiously, but I’m not sure it’s still working, considering I’m immortal now.

Human medicine and other substances seem to have less of an effect on divine beings, if the amount of alcohol Lucifer and his siblings are capable of consuming without consequence is any indication, and while this wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken me raw, filled me up, since he made me immortal, it’s the first time since then that I know for a fact I’m ovulating.

And Lucifer knows it too.

My cycles aren’t that hard to track.

They’re regular. Like clockwork.

And sometimes it feels like he knows what my body needs better than I do.

I’m his , after all.

I swallow hard, hesitating. The thrill of the risk, of the fantasy, beckons. The idea of Lucifer cumming inside me, of him breeding me, is so hot, so reckless and insane, a relief from this torture that it’s almost ...

Intoxicating.

And if I’m honest, a part of me wants to be reckless with him.

It’s one of the few lines we’ve never crossed. A forbidden fantasy.

And right now, I want it so badly that I can’t bring myself to put a stop to this.

This is what he does to me, tempts me into being the most wicked version of myself.

Eve was framed, honestly.

“Please. Please, Lucifer,” I whisper, watching as he casts that unholy smirk of his at me.

I want him. I want his cock so much, I can’t believe it took me this long to ask for it.

Fuck Lilith and her games.

I chose this.

Chose him.

And everything that goes along with it.

I want this.

It surprises me exactly how much I do, but it’s true.

My brain may hardly be able to string a sentence together, but I know what my pussy needs. Without a doubt.

“Please. Please give me your cock, Daddy,” I plead, louder this time.

All my life I’ve been taught this is my one true purpose.

To be a wife. To be fruitful and multiply, to build God’s kingdom.

And the idea that I could fuck that, subvert it and corrupt it with him like the nasty little slut he makes me want to be, feels so delicious and freeing that I want it, despite any unintended consequences it would bring.

I’m Eve with the apple all over again.

Only worse, because I’m pretty sure Eve never fucked him.

But I want the whole world with Lucifer. Every darkness. Every terrible, wicked thing.

Even after everything.

I choose him.

A sudden confidence fills me at my decision, at the reminder of the love that brought me here. That love can’t possibly be a mistake.

“Isn’t this what you wanted when you chose to misbehave? To be my filthy cum slut?” he growls, refusing to stop this torture, to give me any relief. “To be so full of me that there is never any doubt that you are mine ?”

I don’t answer, but my body answers for me. I rock my hips up and back as much as I’m able, just like I do when I’m eager for him to be inside me.

Like I’m greedy for it.

“Give me a color, Charlotte,” he orders.

“Green,” I whisper, swallowing hard.

Bright fucking green.

Lucifer chuckles like he knows what I’m thinking.

And that one spoken word changes the tension between us completely, making it even headier, primal even.

The fact that I’m so turned on, so feral and horny for him, seems to please him, and I whimper impatiently as he turns off the vibrator, pulling it out of me only so that the fat head of his cock brushes outside my pussy’s slick folds.

Oh fuck, what has he done to me?

I rock back eagerly.

It’s the ultimate act of submission.

But I ... I want it.

Want him.

I bite down on my lower lip so hard, I nearly draw blood as he draws out my embarrassment, teasing me. “Ask me for what you want.”

“Fuck your cum into me. Please, Lucifer.”

Oh God . This is reckless and stupid, and I might regret it later, but right now, I can’t bring myself to care about anything beyond what he makes me feel.

And the power in that is seductive.

Intoxicating.

“Beg,” he orders, his tip probing the outside of my entrance. Teasing but not yet taking. Or the vibrator is going to come back, only to stop again.

Fuck, he’s going to make me say it.

Ask for what I need.

It’s another lesson. Another punishment.

I have half a mind to try and sink back onto the length of his cock, to brat out and take him into me from where he’s positioned right outside my entrance until he’s too tempted to do anything but let me ride him greedily.

But I want him inside me so much more than I want him to return that vibrator right now, so I hold my position, obeying. No matter how much I’m straining.

“I . . .”

“Beg for it,” he growls. “Like you mean it.”

“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice high and needy. “Please, I ... wanna be full of you.”

I can hear the smirk on his lips as he chuckles at how filthy and depraved he’s made me be. “You will beg and take me like this every night until you are round for me”—he grips one hand over my lower stomach, letting me know exactly what he means—“until you never have any doubt that you are mine .”

He thrusts into me then, the hard length of his cock filling me to the max in one hot, thick stroke, but I know that’s not nearly all of him. Fuck, he’s huge. My body seizes, struggling to adjust afterward, until I’m wrapped around him so tight I’m not certain where I end and he begins.

Like he was made for me.

Considering the whole fated thing, maybe he was ...

Or maybe I was made for him.

Made to kneel at his feet. His obedient queen.

The thought shudders through me, and he pulls back and thrusts into me again, the force of it making me gasp as my face slides across the bondage table.

Oh God.

I don’t think I can take another inch of him with how tightly wound I am from that vibrator, but then he slams home, topping out, his balls smacking against me as I moan, all thought lost completely.

We both become animals then. Lost in each other.

He fucks me hard, gripping my hips so tight I know without looking there will be bruises from where his fingers dig into me as the table’s legs start to buckle and shake, cracking beneath Lucifer’s immortal strength.

One of the legs splinters, but I’m still unable to move or do anything but take him, and to my surprise, when he reaches around to finger my clit from behind, lifting my ass up like I’m his perfect little whore, an even more intense orgasm builds inside me.

He pulls out the butt plug roughly. Lubricated with his spit, he shoves one of his fingers into the tight bud of my ass, giving me the extra amount of stimulation I need to nearly send me careening over the edge.

He’s wringing it out of me, drawing this out.

Making it more torturous and intense than before.

“You will not come yet, Charlotte,” he growls as I almost clench and shatter completely. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Please, sir,” I beg, crying and panting, starting to pulse around him as I feel the hot spurts of his cum paint the walls of my pussy.

At this point, I’m no longer above begging.

“Please!”

The feeling of him emptying himself in me, of him throbbing until he’s been milked clean where my pussy’s been stretched for him, when I’m already so hot, so close, is so delicious and perfect and torturous and nasty it makes me shake from head to toe as I struggle to hold back my own release. An even more powerful orgasm threatens.

But he hasn’t given me his permission.

I strain against the ropes painfully.

“Oh fuck ... I can’t ... Please, Lucifer!” I shout, a string of incoherent babble tearing from my lips.

I can’t get enough of him.

I want him on me, in me, everywhere.

Any place that I can take him.

“ Please! ” I sob.

“Show me you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours, okay? Even when you’re away. I won’t touch what’s yours. Just ... please let me cum, Daddy?” I cry, unable to control myself any longer.

His dark chuckle rolls through me. “Cum big, little dove.”

My orgasm tears through me, furious and out of my control.

I pulse and pulse, a sudden gush of hot fluid rushing out from somewhere deep inside me, like his whole point was to show me that I’m his and his alone to command.

The devastation that reminder wreaks on my heart, on every inch of my body that strains against the ropes, is nearly overwhelming.

I chose this. I chose him.

Horns and all.

Fuck Lilith.

I feel myself continue to throb and throb, the awareness of my own heartbeat and the fluttering in my chest making me lose myself completely.

I’m nothing without this, without him.

Only as good as he makes me.

Finally, when I start to come back down from my haze, the last shudders of my release quivering through me, Lucifer’s smooth, lithe hand gently strokes me, brushing me like I’m one of the keys of his piano, until one final drum of pleasure cleaves me in two.

I’m swollen and dripping, I’m so full of him.

Though neither of us is close to calling the scene yet.

Playtime has only just started.

With a few quick movements, he releases me, my bindings falling overtop the table and onto the floor just as one of the legs finally cracks and gives out beneath me.

Lucifer catches me, holding my limp body in place and lifting me into his arms before he seamlessly carries me and drops down into his devil’s chair.

I reach for him shortly thereafter, once I’ve regained strength in my limbs, sliding down his lap and snuggling my head onto his shoe and gazing up at where he sits above me.

“Was I good enough, sir?” I whisper, placing my hands on both of his muscled thighs as I lift myself with shaky limbs to rest my head there.

So close to where I want to be.

“So good, little dove,” he purrs.

I stare up at him. “Sir?” I pout, practically begging.

“All right, darling.” He chuckles, his head lolling back as I start to remove his unbuckled belt now that I have permission, working to get him hard once more. “Consider this your reward for taking my cock like a fucking dream.”