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The strain of staring at the screen in front of you had caused your eyes to ache. Stubbornness alone kept you focused on your work – squinting until you had to tear away. Phantom squares of blue light danced on your vision and you rubbed your eyes to banish them, not caring that you were smudging your meticulously applied eyeliner. The last of the interns had left hours ago. Hell, you were fairly certain you’d heard the late-night cleaning lady come and go.

What time is it anyway? You snatch up your cell and check the time. 3:33 am.

“Shit,” you hiss under your breath, falling back heavily into your desk chair. The hour didn’t make a damn bit of difference. You’d be getting a call from your client bright and early and he expected some good fucking news. This is gonna take either a strong coffee or a strong scotch, you think bitterly to yourself. Definitely scotch.

Your mind made up, you rise from your desk and practically sleep walk over to the bar cart in the corner of your office. There’s a modest splash of dark brown liquid at the bottom of the polished crystal decanter. If there was ever a clearer sign of how this campaign is going… you scowl and drain the last of the 16-year single malt into an elegant rocks glass. With a resigned sigh, you and your scotch get comfy together back in front of your laptop.

The latest poll numbers were fucking abysmal.

“Explain to me how we can lose seven points to ‘undecided’?? Seven. Points,” you grumble, thinking aloud as you pore over every last data point. Every demographic. Every trend. No matter how many ways you rearranged the numbers, there was no positive outcome. Your candidate was simultaneously running an impossibly tight race while rapidly losing sections of his consistent voter base. Fuuuuucccckk…

You knock back a swig of scotch and suck in a deep, steadying breath – anything to slow down the thundering of your heart. You can feel the pinch of a headache forming behind your knitted brow and you snatch up your pen to drum it on the desk’s edge while you try to think. In a last-ditch attempt to find the bright side, you check the feedback on the latest cable ad. Fucking awful.

“I swear to God, I’m firing Jason,” you grit through clenched teeth, the tip of your pen sliding as you slash out a repetitive pattern. The top of your desk is littered with legal pads, covered in scribbles. Drawing mindlessly has always helped you gather your thoughts – you left countless graffitied desks in your wake at your Catholic high school. They repaid the favor with sharply administered slaps across your knuckles, and the back of your knees when you grew over the summer…

You wince. The memory stings as much as the punishments did. And that’s why I never chase the religious vote, you smirk and continue your doodling while squinting at another disappointing set of analytics. You’d experienced low points in your career – such was the state of this beyond fucked-up system – but this was a deep dark hole. It would take a miracle to pull a win out of this.

“Come on, son of a bitch,” you implore to the universe, “Give me something good. I need a win.”

The pounding in your head is sharper and more insistent and you finish the rest of your scotch in the hope of deadening the sensation. Your eyes burn. You need to sleep. This shit-show will still be here in the morning…

You half-heartedly tidy your desk and spare a glance at the legal pad you’d been scrawling on. An uneven, five-pointed star – the sweeping pen-strokes pressing into the paper over and over, so hard that the shape has been branded into the next ten pages of the notebook. Your lips curve into a small smile at the whimsical little design.

“Call me Dream Maker and I’ll answer!”

The sudden intrusion of a man’s loud, boisterous tone makes you jump out of your skin. “What the fuck,” you bark, wheeling in the direction of the voice. Your anger quickly dissipates into unease. Not only are you not alone. Your guest is entirely too close for comfort.

The man standing just inside the large glass doors of your office has an elegant bearing about him. His slender build makes him appear taller than the reality – which could also be the effect of his very crisp, white suit. For some reason, something about him reminds you of the smarmy CBN execs that you had met with on a previous campaign. Alarm bells are clanging in your mind.

“Sir,” you say with authority, “You need to leave.”

“I don’t think so.” His expression is shadowed by the wide brim of his hat, but you can hear his mocking sing-song loud and clear.

Your mind is working overtime. Is he from the Bradshaw campaign? Is this supposed to fucking scare me?? How did he get in here when I’m one of maybe three people that has a key?

Every single possibility spells trouble. Lawsuits. Your ass absolutely getting fired. This situation has to be handled. And discreetly.

You straighten your spine and glare down your nose at your late-night visitor, “Listen. This is a bullshit tactic and you can tell the people over at Bradshaw that we will be pursuing legal action. I’m serious, pal. You are trespassing and you need to fuck off.”

“Goodness, missy, have you got a mouth on you,” he bit back sardonically, lifting his chin finally to look at you head-on. The flash of his smile was disarming – blindingly white and wide as it stretched across his face. A schmoozer’s smile. Any sense of comfort it may have offered disappeared when you noticed that each of those pearly whites came down to a fang-like point. The inhuman quality of his grin was a fitting summary of the rest of him. Pale skin. Rosy cheeks. A perfect coif of blonde hair peeking from under his hat, and glittering eyes – that were currently studying you with immense interest.

Angler fish. The absurd thought roared into your mind and struck you with its accuracy. Everything about your visitor was like an angler fish. A pretty little light – out of place in his surroundings – that distracted from the threat just beyond.

“But, I don’t mind,” the man continued, arching a brow and swaggering further into the room, “A filthy mouth is a terrible thing to waste.”

A hot blush spreads over your skin and you see red. “Okay, asshole,” you advance on him, “You’re out of here.” In an instant the end of a long cane is jabbing you in the stomach, keeping you at bay while the man smirks. “Now see there,” he teased, winking at you, “You made me whip my rod out.”

The comment makes your skin crawl… and it straight up pisses you off. You shove the end of the cane away from your stomach, gasping when the man whips it around and pops you playfully on the opposite hip with it. Just enough to sting. “Look, darling, I don’t know what you’re frothing at the mouth about,” his voice pitched with his excitement, “You called me!”

“I have no clue who you are!” You hate to prove him right, but you are rapidly losing your cool.

Something shifts in your guest’s expression. A dawning of realization that leaves him looking absolutely elated – and therefore has you feeling extremely uncomfortable. With the snap of his fingers, the man’s cane disappears and he sweeps the tails of his coat back with him as he bows low. “I am Lucifer. The Morningstar. King of Hell,” Lucifer’s voice seems to reverberate through the very atoms in the room, the booming of a ringmaster. A slender finger darts out to tap the tip of your nose, “But, since I’m here for you babe, Lucifer will do just fine.”

Absolutely not. You cross your arms over your chest, curling your lip around the venom in your tone, “The devil? Seriously?”

“Believe it, little hellion,” Lucifer leaned in close, his face mere fractions of an inch from yours. He was well-under six feet – you had a couple of inches on him, especially in your heels – but something about his presence made you feel insignificant. Small. Powerless.

“Bullshit.”

A flash of red light nearly blinds you – stifling heat enveloping you and leaving your skin ablaze. Like the feeling of being trapped in a hot car under the scorching sun. In front of you, Lucifer’s entire countenance has shifted to something otherworldly. Six feathered wings sprouted from his sides and curving horns protruded from above his brows – somehow, he’d shot up another three or four feet in height and his eyes were blank and scarlet.  Your startled scream dies in your dry throat and you fight against the feeling of hellfire dancing over your body. “OKAY! OKAY,” you manage to shriek in surrender, “I BELIEVE YOU!!!”

Just like that, the heat was gone. Lucifer’s short-statured, charming veneer had been restored and he tipped his hat back on his head with a devilish grin, “Good. Because I hate when I have to do that.” You uncurl your body from the tight ball you had rolled it into and do your best to restore some semblance of dignity, “Okay. So, you’re the devil.”

“The Big Boss of Hell, himself,” Lucifer interjected enthusiastically.

“Whatever,” you placate him, “But I didn’t call you.”

“You did.”

“I really didn’t.”

Lucifer’s smile stretches so far it looks like it could split his entire skull, “Oh. You really, really did…”

Of course, the devil would be fucking exhausting. Your headache is back. “Fine,” you snap, “How did I manage to summon Lucifer the Fallen to my goddamn office, totally by accident??”

You’d be damned if he didn’t look a little crestfallen at that last remark. Lucifer leans toward you, reaching behind you to yank one of your notepads off your desk. “Pentagram” he declares with bravado, tapping your doodle from before.

A harsh scoff slips through your lips before you can stop it, “That’s a star.”

“It has five points,” he repeats emphatically, clearly frustrated, “It’s a pentagram.”

“I thought it had to be upside-down to be Satanic??”

Lucifer storms past you and slams the notepad down into its original place. “For a summoning, it’s from the entity’s POV,” his body curves over your desk, arms waving in tandem with his rising agitation, “See… if you turn it like this. When you were drawing and making your wish –”

“But I didn’t wish for anything,” you counter. If only the Mother Superior could see you now…

A heavy sigh rattled Lucifer’s entire frame and he dragged a gloved hand over his face, “You weren’t sitting right here, wishing for a win?? To succeed for the sake of pride?? You do realize that pride is like my whole thing!!”

Your jaw drops. “Fuck,” you blurt out before you can collect yourself.

“Mhmmmm,” Lucifer purrs.

“Fuuuuuck.”

“Yup,” he nods, flashing that smile.

You’re out of ideas… and it wouldn’t be the most humiliating thing you’ve done in the interest of closing a deal. You fall to your knees, hands clasped before your face in fervent prayer. It has been… awhile… since you’ve said a Hail Mary. Should be the thought that counts…

Lucifer perches on the edge of your desk, stretching languidly over its surface, “You’re cute on your knees. Truly. But what are we doing here?”

You squeeze your eyes tightly closed. You can’t afford the distraction of his weirdly perfect (if not a tad spooky) features. “I’m praying,” you answer, matter-of-factly. “Oh,” Lucifer’s voice drips with sarcasm, “Praying. Is anyone listening?”

“I doubt anyone can hear me over your talking.”

“Oh, come on,” Lucifer pouts, “You wanted this!”

You twist from your position on your knees to fix Lucifer with an exasperated look, “I wanted to make it through tomorrow without getting fired. Not exactly grounds for divine intervention!”

When Lucifer steps in front of you, you avert your eyes to keep from staring directly into his crotch. He bends to your level, capturing your chin in deceptively strong fingers and angling your face toward his, “Can we be honest with each other, for just a sec?”

Your lack of answer doesn’t deter him. “Let me tell you something about the dark corners of your soul,” his smile is pure seduction, “You think you’re so noble. That you get the good guys into office. But I’ll tell you something that I bet you already know… none of it matters.”

“Stop it,” you hiss.

“Ah, ah,” Lucifer’s voice adopts a lilting quality, as if you were a small child on the verge of a tantrum, “Listen when Daddy’s speaking. I don’t care what slogans you cook up for these clients of yours. There’s not a saint among ‘em. They’re all my people. Do you understand me?”

It wasn’t exactly news to you. Politics was a pay-to-play game. And nobody came into that kind of money without being at least a little fucked. Still…

Lucifer’s wide eyes flicked to different points of your face and you felt that he wasn’t just assessing your features – but the condition of your soul. “You’re a sinner already, little hellion,” his voice slowed in its cadence, “So, why not let me do you a good turn?”

You roll your eyes and attempt to jerk your chin free of his grasp, “Forgive me if I’m a little suspicious of the devil offering a favor.”

“Heaven may not approve of your results. But I can appreciate the iron will that it takes to climb to where you are. I love a dreamer.”

There was a softness in his expression. Gentle pleading behind his words. He made it sound like he was the one that needed you. Desperate to offer you what he had to give. It was… tempting.

“Fine.”

Lucifer visibly brightened, his voice snapping back to its rapturous pitch, “Come again??”

“Yes. I want to make a deal.” How bad could it be? You had negotiated countless contracts. Navigated every possible dicey exchange. If your hubris was to be your downfall, it would be poetic. You push your hair out of your face when you rise to stand, smoothing the front of your skirt, “How does it work?”

“Well, there are a few ways to do it,” Lucifer teased, rubbing his hands together eagerly, “You can write your name in my dark book. In your own blood, of course. Shaking hands at the crossroads seems a little informal. Not your style, hellion.” Lucifer paused, not bothering to hide the appreciation in his eyes as they swept up and down your figure, “Given the circumstances… how does becoming a Whore of Lucifer sound? Fun?”

You snort, a harsh and mocking sound.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you rest against the edge of your desk, letting your manicured nails tap out a nervous rhythm on its surface, “But there’s no way in Hell.”

Lucifer chuckles, his brow arching wryly, “Witty. If you’re trying to turn me on, it’s working.”

Suddenly Eve’s betrayal of mankind made a lot more sense. He was charming. Despite all logical reasoning… you liked him. You sigh, rubbing your temples to keep your budding migraine at bay, “I do feel pretty attached to my soul.”

“Tell you what,” Lucifer offered, reaching up to push a lock of hair back behind your ear, “I’ll give you an out.” When his knuckle brushed your skin, the pounding in your head disappeared – replaced by a cool, soothed sensation. That’s interesting. His placid expression gave you pause, “An out?”

“An option,” Lucifer clarified, an impish glint igniting behind his eyes.

“I’m listening.”

“Normally,” he began energetically, “Consenting to be my consort would sufficiently seal the deal. And we are consenting, correct?” Lucifer paused; eyes hooded suggestively as he waited for you to respond. “In this hypothetical,” you answer flatly.

“I’ll take it,” he winked before continuing, “But, given our little misunderstanding – and my promise to do right by you – let’s agree that your soul isn’t lost until… say…” Lucifer made a show of pondering it, hemming and hawing to himself, “Your ninth orgasm?”

The laughter bubbles over before you can clamp your lips shut around it. The suggestion is ridiculous and you double-over at the idea, cackling. Lucifer takes it in stride, a smug smirk on his lips as he waits for you to finish. “Nine?!” you scoff.

“Those are my terms,” his voice pitches to a lower, more provocative tone.

“So, all I have to do is NOT cum nine times. Eight times and I keep my soul? If at all?”

It’s Lucifer’s turn to laugh – it’s a pleasant sound and you’re taken aback by how genuine it seems – he shakes his head, “Yes, that’s the gist of it.”

You had never finished more than maybe three times max on your absolute best day. And today was not your best day. You were sleep-deprived, agitated, and a little drunk. Far be it from you to question the devil’s credentials… but you did have basic biology on your side.

“So?” He was waiting. “May I try to win your soul?”

A delicious tingle slithered through your body. There was something in his voice. The way he was looking at you right now. At the back of your mind, the last of your sense of self-preservation gnawed at you – but you didn’t really see any way out of it. Might as well…

You assess Lucifer once again. The polish of his appearance completely at odds with the aura of chaos that surrounded him. You prided yourself on your ability to read people and it both intrigued and worried you that Lucifer seemed to straddle that line of command and anarchy. And he was handsome… like really handsome.

Goddammit.

You shrug casually, masking any nervousness behind a smirk of your own, “If that’s the deal… though I can’t help but think there’s a catch.”

Lucifer closes the space between you – his stride not faltering when you instinctively pushed back into the edge of the desk. With surprising gentleness, he presses one hand to your lower stomach and guides you to a seat on the desk’s edge as he knocks your knees apart to stand between them.

For an instant his eyes left yours and flicked down to the inch of space that separated the hem of your skirt from where he stood. When Lucifer’s eyes meet yours again, they’re burning. You swallow a shallow gasp when he grasps your hips, his thumbs pressing into your flesh.

“The catch is that I’m very, very good at this.”

In one smooth movement, Lucifer steps forward and pulls you in by your hips. You feel the tight fabric of your skirt inching over the swell of your hips as his proximity forces your thighs to part. The two of you are cheek to cheek. Lucifer’s calm breaths tickle your ear and you curse yourself for sighing when he slowly turns his lips toward your ear.

He smiles against your skin, “Any sweet spots I should know about, hellion?”

You giggle – forgetting yourself for a second – and Lucifer rewards you with a soft kiss on your throat. FOCUS! “Nice try,” you reply, painfully aware of the faint breathy quality of your voice. Lucifer certainly notices.

“Suit yourself,” he teases, tracing a burning path over the curves of your waist, hips, and thighs with his fingertips, “I’ll find out soon enough.” Every pass of his hands stokes the heat in you until it feels like your insides are melting. You can feel yourself getting wet – really wet.

No! Straighten up, you scold yourself internally, This is not how we go down!

Oblivious to the mental war you’re waging, Lucifer steps in closer. The sudden movement snaps the taut skirt over your hips, bunching the fabric around your waist. All that’s between you and the King of Hell is a simple black thong. “Is this alright?” he’s whispering against your hair as his hands knead the small of your back.

Your words leave you. Your head is going foggy and every one of his deep, quiet breaths seems to ring in your ears. Tentatively, Lucifer tugs aside the collar of your silk blouse and nips at your collarbone, following it with a kiss. He inhales the scent of your perfume, leaning over you as if to take in more of you – that’s when you feel it.

The hardening bulge in his slacks rocks against your core and, before you can stop it, a small, pleading sound escapes your throat. Lucifer lets out a shuddering breath and goes still, but there’s no mistaking the sudden tension in his body. He’s practically vibrating.

His kisses become more fervent, lips seeking any spot on your jaw and your neck. The sudden urge to turn your face to his is overwhelming, but you banish the thought before your body can follow. “I really want to touch you,” Lucifer pleads, his voice breaking on a faint whimper, “Can I?”

Your lust is screaming like a demon inside you, but you quickly douse it in an icy bath of logic. “I’ve got my soul to think of here,” you murmur. It’s official – you’re brazenly flirting with Lucifer himself. Lucifer chuckles, groaning in playful frustration as he gropes your thighs, “I mean… it’s just one. We’ve got a long way to go, you and me. What’s the harm?”

He’s got a point. You’re in limbo. It’s becoming increasingly clear to you that you don’t have to risk it. Against all odds: the devil is a gentleman.

All you have to do is resist the temptation.

Lucifer studies your face carefully, his own eyes shining with arousal. When his gaze falls to your mouth, you can’t help but part your lips in answer. For the briefest of moments, it looks like he’s about to kiss you. Instead, with the flair of a virtuoso, he reaches for his hat and removes it. The gold snake hat band glitters in the low light, almost seeming to wink at you.

In one smooth movement, Lucifer tosses the hat aside and brings his hand to your clothed pussy. Gently, two fingers dance over the soaked fabric of your thong. “Mmmm…,” your hips roll into his touch. “Damn,” Lucifer croaks around a groan of his own, “You’re wet, hellion.” You bite down hard on your lip, forcing yourself to swallow a throaty moan when he toys with the edge of your thong.

“Please, darling,” he teases, tilting your chin up so he can kiss down your throat to your chest, “I could make you feel so good.”

One of his fingers hooks into the crotch of your panties and tugs. The slide of his knuckle through your slickness makes your hips jump off the desk. You want it. Badly.

“Fine,” you bite out, whimpering when his finger brushes against you.

“Thank Hell, finally,” Lucifer answers playfully, slipping his fingers into your panties. He wastes no time finding your clit, stroking his middle finger over it gently. All of your stalling did nothing to cool your arousal – quite the opposite. The moment Lucifer touches you, you jerk upright and grip his shoulders.

Lucifer shushes you gently, kissing your cheek while his fingers continue to tease lazy circles around your clit, “I think you’re making the right decision, hellion. Now let daddy take care of you.” Something in his voice makes you need him more. You’re panting in his arms. Every time his finger slides around your clit, he tightens his circle to concentrate the sensation.

Gradually your breaths give way to quiet moans, the coil of pleasure in your belly tightening. “That’s good, darling,” Lucifer coos, going a little faster, “I want to hear every single one of these.” Your logical self has been locked away in a cage – she’s rattling the bars and reminding you that this isn’t just a casual hook-up. The stakes are higher.

You don’t care. Not when it feels this good. Not when something so beautiful and powerful is focusing all of his sinful attentions solely on you and your pleasure. “Please, hellion,” he’s whispering hotly against your neck, adding another finger and pressing harder on your clit to drag you closer to the edge, “Cum for me.”

It starts as a shiver and then, all at once, the dam breaks. All of the exhaustion and anxiety are forced out of you on a wave of white-hot pleasure. Your moans pitch higher and higher, coming faster. Lucifer doesn’t slow down for a second, riding out the bucking of your hips and whispering his praises as your orgasm hits hard.

As quickly as ecstasy took you, tempering realization follows. “Fuck,” you pant, blushing when Lucifer tugs your panties aside and admires the drip of your arousal. His grin is smug and that spark of mischief has returned to his eyes when he brings his fingertips to his mouth to taste you.

“That’s one, hellion.”

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You certainly didn’t have ‘sitting spread-eagle on your desk while the Devil gawks at your pussy’ on this year’s bingo card.

Lucifer grazes his fingertips along your pussy lips, eyes rapt on your sex – wet and open to him. You blush hotly, averting your eyes from the look of pure worship that he’s wearing on his face. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!

It had been a while since you had cum that hard. It had been a while since you’d had anything but jackrabbit quickies with speechwriters on the campaign trail. Lucifer was… something else.

And he had just successfully coaxed one orgasm out of you. Easily. Which meant you were now eight away from forfeiting your soul. This was a stupid idea, you scold yourself. No… you study Lucifer intently. He is hopelessly distracted, toying with the tiny waistband of your thong. This isn’t over yet.

“Just one. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he says brightly, meeting your eyes again with a grin, “If you’re feeling lucky… I’d love to see you do that again.”

SAY. NO. The little voice in the back of your mind is insistent, begging you to save yourself. The warm haze of the afterglow begins to clear and suddenly you feel… humiliated. This isn’t you. You were smarter than this. You were the one in control. Not him. Right?

Lucifer is watching your face expectantly. Behind the wide smile and brilliant eyes, you catch a flicker of uncertainty. Maybe even disappointment. Tension rolled through every lean muscle of his slim frame; held at bay by… what exactly?

You. Your choice.  

A single lock of brilliant gold hair had fallen out of place, across his pale brow. An endearing hairline crack in his divine façade. You had always heard that Lucifer had been God’s favorite – the most beautiful of the angels. You could see it. Goddammit. This was gonna be difficult.

Despite his best efforts, Lucifer’s gaze darted anxiously from your face to different points on your body. Each time his stare settled on another part of you – your breasts straining against the fabric of your blouse, your hair, your parted thighs – the crackling tension in the air became all the more noticeable.

Your skin feels hot. You know damn well that every inch of you was flushed a deep pink. The fact that your pussy was still fully out didn’t help matters. Lucifer swallowed thickly, “Do you want…”

Yes. I want. Your own desires surprise you. You want him. All of your shame, your hesitation, your understanding that your soul is on the line, the lingering question of how safe you really were in Lucifer’s hands – all burning away and leaving behind a deep, smoldering heat.

Lust.

It almost feels like you are observing yourself from the outside when you slide one leg forward, slipping it between Lucifer’s legs. His eyes widen as his jaw drops, shivering when you press into the crotch of his slacks. He’s so fucking hard for you. You can practically feel him throbbing through his pants… and if the shameless outline of him against the stark white fabric was any indication, his modest height did not inhibit him in other departments.

Lucifer’s eyes are dancing with his own arousal, sliding up the length of your leg and then back down to where you’re rubbing him. You roll your ankle, teasing your foot between his thighs and can’t help the small smile that blooms on the corner of your mouth when Lucifer bites down on his lip to stifle a quiet moan. You press again and his cock pulses.

Unsteadily Lucifer rocks on his feet, angling his body closer to yours. Without warning, the dreamy look that had taken over his features is replaced with impish glee. His smile flashes like the edge of knife. “Alright then,” he chuckles, grasping you around your knee and removing your leg, “Lesson learned. You’re full of surprises, hellion.”

You squeak in shock when Lucifer grabs the waistband of your thong and yanks it down to your knees. “I’m gonna have to watch out for you,” Lucifer growls, that disarming smirk still in place as he bends to pull your panties down over your ankles. He arches a brow at you and the sinful charm of it steals the smart-ass retort you’d been prepared to hurl. Goddammit…

You’d said that a lot, this evening. I wonder if taking the Lord’s name in vain is helping or hurting my case here?

Lucifer tuts to himself removing the elegant leather gloves he’d been wearing, one finger at a time, “Speechless already?”

“Enjoying that you had finally piped down,” you snap back on instinct. And we’re back.

His smile softens and an unexpected warmth spreads from your center to your fingertips. In contrast to the alabaster pale of his face, Lucifer’s hands are darkened to a deep ash. Your imagination leaps to the possibilities. A reminder of his corruption? A symptom of stoking the fires of Hell. It only intrigued you. The darkness disappears up his sleeves and your mind wanders to the rest of his body…

The touch of Lucifer’s finger to your pussy jolts you back to the present. “Damn,” he whispers reverently, teasing your opening with his fingertip, “Sinful. To. The. Core.” You’re hot and impossibly slick and he knows exactly what he’s doing in the way that he’s touching you. Beckoning you to drip for him, to ache for him. And it’s working.

A ragged moan pulls from your throat when Lucifer slides two fingers deep inside you. “Oooh god,” you groan, gasping when his hand begins to move. “Not even close,” Lucifer teases, pumping his digits in and out of you. Your hips roll clumsily from your precarious position balanced on the desk’s edge, chasing the pleasure he’s promising you. A faint quaking starts in your thighs and each time Lucifer’s fingers fuck into you, the fluttering feeling in your belly grows more frenzied.

“Don’t fight it,” Lucifer says, a jest and a command rolled into one.

You open your mouth to protest but he shushes you softly, “You love it.”

Fuck. You do.  

“You want this.”

“Yes,” you choke out on a throaty moan, the sound pitching to a higher whine when Lucifer’s fingers curl inside to make a come-hither motion across your most sensitive spot. With every moan, you notice Lucifer’s body coiling like a loaded spring. Muscles tremble. The whimsical ease of his expression hardens.

“Hellion,” Lucifer pleads sweetly, “Please give me another one. Just one more. Just cum hard for me again. It can’t hurt.”

No sooner than he finishes the thought, Lucifer pushes a third-finger inside your sopping hole. The brief sear of the invasion yanks the air from your lungs – the hiss of it morphing into a wanton cry of pleasure. He’s merciless. Lucifer’s fingers work in and out fast – the sound of your cunt yielding to him is crude and primal.

“You like that, hellion?” Lucifer’s eyes almost seem to glow, like you can see the bonfire of his own lust raging within him. You nod pitifully, eyes squeezing shut as you try to shut out the sensation of what he’s doing to you.

“Say it, darling.”

“I like it,” you whimper.

“What’s that now?” Lucifer’s brows lift with his fervor, smiling wide and knowing full well he’s got you right where he wants you.

“I like it,” you whine.

“Yeah, you do,” he answers smugly, driving his fingers in and out of your pussy. If your first orgasm was gently coaxed from you, this second one was forcibly dragged. “Oh fuck... oh fuck… fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Your words trail off into babbling as your cunt clamps down on his fingers.

Lucifer grunts, not slowing the push of his fingers in spite of how hard you squeeze down, “I have to fucking taste you.”

“What?!” You squirm in his grasp, scrambling to sit up on the edge of the desk.

“You look,” Lucifer shucks off his suit jacket and flings it to the side, “so delicious right now. If I don’t take a bite out of that apple, I will never forgive myself.”

“Now, hold on a second,” you shake your head in a ridiculous attempt to clear the haze of pleasure that seems to be impairing your judgment thus far. “In a minute, hellion,” Lucifer murmurs against your skin, pressing feverish kisses to your inner thighs as he drops to his knees. The first lash of his tongue against your pussy sends your hips bucking off the desk.

Lucifer’s chuckle comes muffled from between your legs, sending your eyes rolling back in your skull. He’s an absolute glutton, devouring your pussy with gusto. The powerful muscle of his tongue dances up and down your slit, lapping up every bit of the mess he’d just made. You stare down your body to watch the scene before you, taken aback how much it warms you to see him kneeling there. For an instant, the temptation to reach down and rake your fingers through his hair is nagging.

Fuck, he’s good at this. And he knows it too – every time your body twitches and you draw a deep breath, you can feel Lucifer’s lips curl into a smirk. His tongue probes at your opening, threatening to slide inside.

“Fuck, Luci—” you surge up from the desk, snapping your legs shut to halt his movements. His long fingers wrap around your thighs and he roughly pries them apart, the rosy blush of his cheeks appearing slightly more flushed as he catches his breath, “Oh, hellion, if I can have you screaming my name that would just be the cherry on top of an already delicious arrangement.” He winks up at you before fluttering his tongue on your swollen clit.

You’re so close again. Your pussy aches from clamping down and each flick of Lucifer’s tongue rides the edge of delight and torment, you’re so sensitive. But not tired… your body isn’t quitting. In fact, you’re getting your second wind.

You'll grapple with that unsettling reality later – after you cum.

As if on cue, Lucifer’s lips close around your clit and he sucks gently. You scream out, pushing against his face and moaning when the wave of your third orgasm crashes over you. You can feel Lucifer’s eyes burning a path up your body. His gaze snags on your heaving chest before resting on your face. You turn your head away from the raw intimacy of it.

That’s a trap you have no intention of walking into.

The air in your office feels heavy, weighted down by heat and the scent of sex. Only the sounds of yours and Lucifer’s panting breaths break up the deafening silence in the room. Gradually, you come down from the high of your pleasure and find the resolve to look him in the eye again. With a sigh he rises to standing, tugging his tie loose from around his neck and letting it slip through his fingers to the floor.

Is he… stopping?

Suspicion chases on the heels of your initial feeling of disappointment. You laze back across the top of your desk, watching him closely. Lucifer glances around the room, squinting critically at a cork board covered in newspaper clippings and printed web headlines, “Why this guy?”

Clearly, he disapproves of your client. You snort, “You disagree with his take on homeland security?” It’s Lucifer’s turn to scoff, “You humans are so short-sighted, even when you think you’re looking at the big picture. You were desperate enough to call me for what? Two years of power? Four?”

“A lot can happen in no time at all,” you say pointedly, driving your meaning home with narrowed eyes.

“Just another balding, pawing overlord,” Lucifer sneered, “You’re wasted on them.”

“Are you suggesting that you could fill my time more productively?”

Lucifer’s eyes brightened and he smiled suggestively, “I absolutely could and you know it, hellion. But, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

You take the bait, “Are you offering me an internship?”

The familiar zing of electricity sizzles in the air between you once again. Lucifer stands beside the desk, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes map out the geography of your curves. “Would entrusting your soul to me really be the end of the world?” His voice is whisper-quiet and low.

“It might be. There’s plenty of literature that would say so,” you bite out the joke, already feeling your heartrate start to pick up as his eyes sweep over you. Lucifer reaches out carefully, skimming his fingers over your silky blouse. Your breath hitches when his hand slides over the swell of your breasts, you can feel your nipples tightening beneath your bra.

“At the risk of disappointing you, hellion,” Lucifer chides, “Heaven is grossly overrated. You’d be wasted there too.”

You arch into his touch involuntarily as his hands explore. He takes his time, lightly caressing your body through your thin blouse. “Anything you could come up with to do would be a better use of your talents,” Lucifer continues, palming your breasts with both hands and tracing the shape of them when his hands smooth down to your sides.

His flattery leaves you glowing, even if he’s offered you no concrete opportunity to cling to. Just the idea of doing what you will – no agenda to buy into and no client to sell to the masses. It’s a seductive proposition. Is that really all there is to it?

Lucifer’s eyes are hooded with lust, staring directly into your cleavage. Gently, he reaches for the top button of your blouse and undoes it. His gaze flicks to yours, a silent plea for permission to continue. You make no move to stop him.

One button at a time Lucifer exposes you, opening your blouse up and slipping his hands around your waist when your shrug out of the garment – left in just your bra and your carelessly bunched up skirt. It’s his tenderness that throws you off more than anything. You’re not naïve. Sex is an exchange in its most basic form and, in this instance, the stakes are high.

But it’s easy to forget that when Lucifer’s touch is so gentle and his breath on your skin is so warm. On impulse you reach for Lucifer’s pinstripe vest, toying with the brassy buttons. He grasps your hands almost roughly, “That’s not necessary.” It’s not exactly a rejection, but it stings nonetheless. Lucifer’s hold on your wrists is tight, but he doesn’t remove your hand from its place on his chest.

You drag your fingertips over the rich fabric of the vest, reaching for any part of it that he’ll allow. Gradually, Lucifer’s grip loosens and again you go for the buttons. A soft, shuddering exhale escapes his mouth and you can feel heat radiating off of him. Once you successfully tug one set of buttons loose, something in him snaps. Lucifer tears away from you, backing up and tugging the vest off of him.

Quickly – with eyes locked on the intricate lace of your bra – Lucifer pushes up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and loosens a few buttons around the collar. In the span of a breath, he’s on you. Gripping your sides with urgency and pulling you back into him again. His fingers dig into the fleshiness of your ass when he lifts you up from the desks, groaning when your legs wrap around his hips.

His mouth sloppily worships your neck and the tops of your breasts, with a muffled moan he buries his face in your cleavage and kisses between your tits. You giggle when he drops you heavily into a plush chair by your bar cart and his smile reaches all the way up to his eyes when he looks at you again.

Lucifer’s arms snake around you, fingers working urgently with the clasps of your bra. “I hate these things. Not an invention of mine, I’ll have you know. You people came up with these torture devices all on your own,” Lucifer teases, making a show of struggling with the unyielding hooks. He’s so fucking silly, you grin wide, applauding sarcastically when he finally opts to snap the offending contraption of wires and fabric.

The moment your breasts are freed, Lucifer seizes them with a firm pressure. You sigh as he kneads the soft flesh, indulging in the way you fill his hands and rewarding you with the occasional swipe of his thumb across your sensitive nipples. “Gorgeous, darling,” he breathes, fully appreciating your body.

In his arms, you writhe and press closer. His touches walk the razor’s edge of giving you exactly what your body craves, while withholding just enough to drive you crazy. You’re burning for him. Your pussy aches from the emptiness. His attentions to your nipples are expert, teasing them to your absolute torment.

You make a pathetic whining sound, your hand groping below his waist in a vain attempt to get a proper feel for his cock. Lucifer’s sharp gasp gives way to a low taunting groan, “Greedy little hellion.” His lips latch onto your exposed breast, his tongue laving over the peak of your nipple lazily. “Fuck me,” you wail – your precise meaning behind those words lost on you.

Lucifer moans against your tit, sucking hard before pulling his mouth away. “Think about what you’re doing,” he rasps, “Because we’re nearly halfway to nine and you’re stacking the deck for me when you grind on me like that.” Any cooling effect of his words couldn’t hold a candle to your fever – all you can think about is his cock and how good it would feel pumping inside you.

His tongue plays another wicked trick on you and you forget yourself when you scream out, “Lucifer please!”

“Hah… fuck.”

Abruptly, Lucifer tears away from your breasts and kisses zealously down your body until he’s kneeling again between your legs. His mouth closes on your clit at the same time he jams two fingers back inside you. “Anything in my power is yours to ask,” he mumbles against your hot slit, swirling his tongue around your clit in tight circles while his fingers work in and out. “Fuck, that’s hot,” you keen, your fourth orgasm sending deep tremors through your entire body.

The moment he feels you begin to unravel; Lucifer quickens the pace of his fingers and slurps hungrily at your cunt. “So good for daddy, hellion,” desperation strains his voice and you shudder again when you see him palm his erection through his pants. “Give me another one,” he pleads, fingerfucking you harder with one hand and yanking at his belt with the other.

You stare brazenly, practically drooling as you watch Lucifer’s hand disappear inside his waistband to grip his own cock. The hope of what he’ll finally give you, paired with the punishing pace of his fingers snatch another orgasm out of you before you can stop it. Pleasure tears from your ruined pussy, shivering through your entire body and reducing you to a whimpering, wet mess.

“That’s five,” Lucifer announces triumphantly.

White-hot pleasure gives way to stinging pricks of fear… and anger. “Oh, fuck you,” you hiss. Lucifer goes still between your legs, every hint of arousal chased from his features by his shock, “Excuse me???”

“Fuck. You,” you snap your legs together and twist in the chair. What the hell were you doing!?!?! You can hear the blood singing in your veins and your heart is hammering out of control. Disheveled and desperately trying to work his zipper back up, Lucifer leans in, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s going on with you??”

“I just –” What was going on with you? You’d never been so confused. You’d swear you were dreaming if it wasn’t for the soreness you now felt in every limb. “This has gone too far,” you blurt out, “Why the hell would I trust you?!”

Lucifer pauses, brow knotted in concern, “I’m sorry. Did I miss something here? You called. I answered. You… we…”

The longer he talked the worse you felt. The gentler his visage became, the more you wanted to surrender. You had done this to yourself. For all of his bravado, Lucifer had made it clear from the beginning that the summoning, the deal, and every single time you’d handed over another piece of yourself to him – that was all on you. You were the sinner, after all.

Your pride was wounded – a raw, vulnerable feeling. And you didn’t like it one bit. “That’s what you do,” your voice cracks around your wrath, “You seduce. You deceive. Right??”

If someone had told you it was possible to leave the Devil speechless, you’d never have believed them. Lucifer rose to his feet carefully, not meeting your eyes. Guilt lodged like a dagger in your heart – your words had cut exactly as you’d hoped. Maybe a little too deep.

“That’s not true,” Lucifer said softly.

Goddammit.

“Look,” Lucifer’s voice wavered, “I wouldn’t have let things get to this point if I thought… When I heard you call… I… Fuck… I don’t answer every summoning. That would be insane. You were just…” He raked his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily before continuing, “I didn’t come here to take advantage of you. I wanted to offer you…”

His voice trailed off into a sound of defeat. Lucifer dragged his hands over his face, rubbing his temples. In a word: he looked shattered. I am the biggest asshole in all of creation, you stare down at the plush carpet below you. The events of the evening hadn’t unfolded the way they did because of him… well… not in the way you were currently accusing him of.

“I’m sorry.”

Lucifer cut his eyes to you, going stock-still – like a breath could frighten you away. “You’re right,” you grumble, sighing out the rest of your anxiety, “I took the deal. I… contributed. I’m sorry.”

If the space between Lucifer’s stare and your own could be embodied by a single string, it would be pulled tight as a bow. Both of you stood in uncomfortable silence. Chests heaving. Embarrassment, anger, and lingering sexual tension twisting your features. You were a mess. He was chaos personified.

“I…” Lucifer began, his voice clear and firm, “want to give you the power to be bigger than these morons you work for.” He rounded on you, deep breaths punctuating his words as he closed the space that he had made between you, “Hellion, I want you to use me.”

A jolt of electricity runs through your body and sparks that warm, familiar heat in your pussy. “How do you want me to use you?” Your voice is like silk and the fire inside you only burns brighter when you see how Lucifer responds to it. “I want you,” Lucifer drops to his knees, crawling the final few feet back to your chair, “To only go to nine because I’ve earned it.”

He seizes your hips and drags your pussy to the edge of the chair, “I want you to give me everything because you want to taste my power. And, fuck baby, I want to give it to you.” The air around him feels darker and thicker. It radiates off of him like the lines on the horizon on a stifling hot day. You can’t comprehend if it’s magic or if he’s just that powerful.

“Please,” Lucifer growls, nuzzling the soft curls of your pubic hair, “Let me win your soul.”

Like a man starving, Lucifer plunges his tongue deep in your pussy. You scream out your ecstasy and tangle your fingers in his hair. Lucifer works his tongue deep, slurping it in and out and wagging it inside to tease all of your most sensitive spots. Your grip on his hair is merciless and you grind against his face, pulling him closer. Desperate for any friction.

His panting moans rise in pitch and you look down to notice that his hips are rolling, fucking into nothingness with need for you. “Oh fuck, Lucifer, I’m gonna… ooh fuck!!!” Lucifer lifts you from the chair to angle deeper, pushing deep as you feel the rush of wetness slide over his tongue.

You want more. You lower abdomen hurts and your limbs have turned to jelly. But you’re ravenous. Desperate. You slide forward, puddling on the floor before finding comfortable stability on your knees.

“Hey, are you o-OOOOOOKKAAAYYYYYY,” Lucifer’s eyes snap open wide when you seize his hips, yanking his slacks down to free his cock. Gorgeous and at-attention, your mouth waters when you take in just how thick he is. Lucifer’s hands fall to your shoulders, soft whimpers tumbling from his lips as you take him in your mouth.

You moan around his cock like the desperate little whore you’ve just now decided you are, relaxing your throat to invite him deeper. "Oh fuck… oh my… oh,” Lucifer’s eyes flutter closed, sharp teeth capturing his lower lip to cage in his moaning. Your lips slide smoothly up and down his length, loving the way his hips rock in quick little thrusts to chase the fast pace you set with your mouth.

His pale abs flex before your eyes and you taste a couple of salty drops of pre-cum. All you can think about is how good he’s gonna taste…

With a strangled groan, Lucifer pushes back forcefully on your shoulders – pulling his cock from your mouth with a wet, popping sound. “Fuck,” he gasps, panting raggedly, “You sneaky little devil.” A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as he catches his breath, “You really think I’m gonna let you get away with that??”

In all honesty, you’d forgotten about the bet. Nevertheless, you beam up at him innocently.

Lucifer hauls you to your feet and spins you around roughly to face the chair. You squeal when he bends you at the waist, pushing you over the arm of the chair. He kicks your legs into a wider stance and the sharp sting of his hand slapping your wet pussy makes you buck. “That was a dirty trick, hellion,” Lucifer teases, dragging his tongue between your shoulder blades.

You think up something sassy to say but Lucifer doesn’t give you the chance. He slaps your pussy again, soothing the brief pain with sweet loving strokes across your clit. You feel dirty… in the best possible way. Knowing how close you came to finishing him… feeling the building pressure of your own approaching release.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you beg, wiggling against his tight hold on your hip.

“What, darling,” Lucifer soothes sweetly, slowing his assault on your clit.

“I want to cum around your cock.”

The sudden press of the velvety tip of his cock to your opening sends a shiver through you. “This is what you want?” Lucifer’s tone is playful, ringing with innocence in spite of the situation. You nod emphatically.

“Anything for you, hellion.” Your feet are swept out from under you as Lucifer lifts you up into his arms and marches you across your office. Your back hits the smooth, cool wood paneling – a stark contrast to the hellfire heat of his body. Lucifer suddenly leans his face in close to yours – for a fraction of a second you wonder if he’s about to kiss you. Your mouth falls open, already surrendering to it, but he pauses.

Instead, he wraps your legs around his waist, notching his cock at your entrance before taking a loving hold of your waist and hips. Both of your jaws drop, heads tipping back when Lucifer smoothly thrusts his full length into you. Your pussy stretches around his girth, feeling completely filled by him. “That good, darling,” Lucifer pants shakily against your neck. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close.

He withdraws from you slowly, one inch at a time, before sinking back in fully. Your pussy aches from the overstimulation. You are sore and yield easily to his cock. “You feel so good,” Lucifer murmurs against your hair, his breaths hissing out of him in rhythm with the slow pace he’s set – in and out.

Out of nowhere, you feel a strange warmth inside you. You can’t be certain, but it feels like he’s growing inside you. Somehow getting much longer… much thicker. You gasp when your inner walls stretch to their limits. “What in the hell!? Mmmmmmm,” you cant your hips into his. Lucifer pulls back from you neck, winking devilishly, “For the lady’s pleasure.”

Oh, that is something you could definitely get used to.

Lucifer’s expression is strained, beads of perspiration sparkling on his fair brow. To this point, his thrusts have been restrained and smooth. “Lucifer,” you pant, wiggling in his arms.

“I know, I know,” he grits through clenched teeth, “You just – fuck, I would have thought I’d have broken you in more by now. You’re tight, hellion. Tight before I went and… mmph.”

Spurred on by his own words, Lucifer’s hips start bouncing energetically – pumping in and out of you with vigor. Each of his thrusts is punctuated with grunting and your high-pitched moans. You feel the beginning flutters of pleasure, the building tingle as Lucifer fucks you faster and harder.

“You like that?” He’s pleading, eyes wide and frantic as he ruts into you ruthlessly.

“I love it,” You answer. Your lips split into a cock-drunk smile. The warm feeling in your belly is starting to become a meltier feeling. You know your juices are sliding down his cock.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Lucifer moans, his jaw setting as he focuses on pounding you, “Oh fuck yes… oh fuck yes…” His eyes are locked in on yours, drinking in every moan, every squeal you make. The intensity with which he’s watching you makes you feel more naked than you’ve ever felt. And he’s loving what he’s seeing. Seeing his control fraying at the edges only makes you lose any semblance of your own. “Lucifer,” you cry out, nails dragging down his back, “Lucifer… LUCIFER… FUCK ME!!!!”

His rhythm falters when your pussy walls tighten down on his thrusting cock. “Oh fuck, baby,” Lucifer whimpers, jamming himself deeper, “Careful… FUCK!” In a flash of light, Lucifer’s wings erupt from his sides and to their full glory. You hear glass shattering somewhere but it hardly registers. You’re awestruck by the sight of six gorgeous wings, spreading from his back and torso and absolutely filling the room.

Lucifer’s face is screwed up in an almost pained expression, eyes closed and still pumping into you. You roll your hips, riding out the remainder of your orgasm. “Waitwaitwaitwait,” Lucifer begs you, gripping your hips so hard that you’re certain you’ll have bruises tomorrow, “Don’t move. I don’t wanna cum yet.”

“But I –”

He shakes his head emphatically, more shining hair falling around his face. “Not yet.”

Cautiously, he cracks one eye open, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

It feels ridiculous to be shy at this point, but you turn away regardless. “See,” Lucifer teases, “Even making you blush has me about to shoot my load. Temptress!”

That draws a genuine laugh out of you and Lucifer nips at your shoulder as he pulls you away from the wall. “How many was that, darling?” Lucifer asks sweetly, bending you over the front of your desk.

“Seven,” you answer obediently.

“Ah,” he muses, teasing the head of his cock between your pussy lips, “Not too late. You just might escape with your soul.”

Not a chance in Hell.

You arch your back brazenly, smirking back at him over your shoulder, “So you’re giving up, Lucifer?”

He grins widely, grasping the back of your neck and yanking your spine into a deeper curve at the same time that he thrusts into you. With a piercing scream, your hands fly out in front of you to grip the opposite edge of the desk. Anything to anchor yourself as Lucifer thrusts into you from behind.

Behind you, the sweet music of Lucifer’s whimpering moans is driving you to insanity. All of that exuberant energy is being poured into his brutal fucking. “Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers, his hands roving over your ass and hips as you take his length over and over. “So, fucking good,” he continues, bending his body over yours to press soft kisses to the back of your neck.

You don’t know what possesses you to do it, but when Lucifer’s mouth comes close to your ear – moaning imploringly – you wrench your head around and capture his lips with your own. Your eyes flutter closed – partly because you don’t want to see the expression on his face, but more so because you want to burn this kiss into your brain forever. The shocked stillness of surprise melts away in an instant as Lucifer returns your kiss, deepening it. He sucks your plush bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently before coaxing your mouth open with an expert swipe of his tongue. You moan into his mouth and he answers with a groan of his own.

Lucifer is so wrapped up in the kiss, it takes a few seconds before he remembers that he’s still buried to the hilt inside your pussy. After a few tentative thrusts, he pulls away again. “That was –” Lucifer beams. A lopsided grin that is too big for his face – like his body wasn’t made to contain it. You turn to face him, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling his lips down to yours again.

This time, Lucifer embraces you. Your bodies rock together. As impossibly close as the two of you have been tonight – physically – suddenly it doesn’t feel like enough. You devour each other, your kisses becoming sloppier as both of you try to taste what had been withheld before – what you’ve both been starving for.

Never breaking the kiss, Lucifer pushes you up onto the desk – climbing onto it with you as he presses you onto your back. His kisses come hotter and you squeeze your legs around him greedily when you feel him reach down between you to adjust himself. Lucifer grasps the back of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest so that he can fuck you as deep as possible.

“Oh, my dear little hellion,” Lucifer moans, never taking his eyes off of your face. With every thrust, his gaze softens – seeing the pure pleasure that he’s inflicting on you. He’s high on it. “My darling, I want to make you feel good,” Lucifer presses his length in all the way, grinding his hips flush against you to give your clit some desperately wanted attention.

Your eighth orgasm washes over you – not like a crashing wave but like gentle lapping of surf on the shore. You whisper Lucifer’s name softly, fighting not to close your eyes so that he can watch every flicker of pleasure overtake you. You breathe through it and he times his thrusts to the sensual roll of your body. “Eight,” he tallies off, winking.

“Eight,” you affirm breathily.

“We can stop here. If you want to.”

Lucifer traces the architecture of your jaw and cheekbones, letting his gaze fall to your lips – bruised and wet from his kisses. You sit up to catch his mouth one more time… your fingers twisting into the fine fabric of his dress shirt. It was the one article of clothing that had managed not to be tossed aside.

Using your grip on the garment for leverage, you surge forward – kissing Lucifer ferociously and pushing into him until your positions switch. Lucifer’s eyes widen with manic glee when his back comes to rest on the top of the desk, “My, my. What exactly do you have in mind, hellion?”

“I didn’t get to where I am by reneging on my deals. I accepted your terms.” You straddle his hips, sitting up tall. Before you lose your nerve, you scoot back onto his cock – savoring how easily he slides up into you. This. Him.

It’s what you wanted.

Your soul had been forfeit after your first campaign. You’d spent decades fighting for the scraps tossed aside by powerful men. Lucifer offered you everything. Asked for nothing, but for you to embrace what you already were pining for. You start to bounce, riding Lucifer hard and not caring how loudly you moan. You wanted this. You wanted what he had to offer. He wanted you.

“Oh fuck, angel,” Lucifer moans out, his eyes rolling back as you skewer yourself on his cock over and over. His fingers dug into your hips, kneading your ass as he guides you up and down on him. “Lucifer… daddy… please give me your cum,” you beg, swiveling your hips to torture him, "I've been so good for you, haven’t I?”

He nods, sucking in a breath, “You have. You’re such a good girl.”

His hips start to bounce up off the table to meet you, thrusting up into you needily. “You first, hellion,” Lucifer smirked up at you, “I’ve come too far to let you slip away on a technicality.”

“Fine,” you tease, guiding his hand between your legs. Lucifer shudders and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. His thumb finds your clit and rubs out quick, tight circles. You brace your hands on his chest, mouth falling open as louder moans tumble forth. You’re close. And he knows it.

The first shockwave of your orgasm hits hard, but it’s the second shuddering tide of pleasure that doubles you over. Lucifer is bucking beneath you – pleading and promising you every treasure and pleasure that he can think of. Then the dam breaks. Lucifer’s moans crescendo, his hips stuttering beneath yours as he empties himself deep inside.

“Unnnnnggghhh --- FUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!” His body vibrates, shuddering with how violently hard he’s cumming.

“Nine,” you whisper. More to yourself than to him. Slowly, Lucifer comes down from his high. Rising unsteadily to wrap his arms around you, lacing kisses from your jaw to your lips.

Lucifer brushes your hair away from your face, resting his forehead against yours, "You are... a fascinating negotiator."

You giggle, sagging into his arms as overwhelming exhaustion hits you for the first time. "I've got you, angel," he whispers, curling his body around you affectionately, "You. Your soul. The whole package."

His to keep.