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“I’ve brought you your tea.” He pours you a steaming cup and kneels, expectant eyes on your face.
You take a small sip and close your eyes. Divine. You turn your eyes to the pleading ones at your feet. “Perfectly made. You did very well.”
He sighs with relief and beams. “Thank you. I have also prepared some sweets for you. “May I…?”
You nod. “You may go and get them.” He hurries away and returns a few minutes later with an assortment of macarons on a silver plate.
You select one and start to nibble on it. Your eyebrows shoot up, and he stammers, “I…is something wrong with them?”
You chew thoughtfully, watching him squirm under your non-committal expression. After a few moments, you favor him with a wide smile. “They’re absolutely delicious. I see you took your instruction from Barbatos very seriously.”
He blushes and looks down. “So you’re pleased with me, then?”
"Yes, very." You reach down to the kneeling figure and grasp his chin. “You may look at me.”
The golden eyes meet yours for an instant, then flick back down to the floor. The desire is consuming in that fleeting glance, and for a moment you forget your role and his. You close your eyes to orient yourself, then stand.
“You may rise.”
As he eases himself from his knees, you admire the bronzed skin and flexed muscles beneath. The Prince stands completely nude before you, waiting for your next order.
“You have done an excellent job today. If I continue to be satisfied with your work, I will consider your punishment concluded this evening.”
You fingers graze his arm, and a brief, smug smile crosses your face as you watch his cock twitch slightly and hear his quick, hissed breath. Your Prince is so very sensitive. “You may also claim a reward from me at that time.”
He shudders under your light touch and words. “I would like that very much, if it pleases you.”
“It does. Now, clean this up and join me upstairs.” As you make your way up the stairs from the garden, you take one more look at the naked form setting the tea and sweets on the tray. It has been a very interesting week at the Demon Lord’s Castle.
One thing you have never had to worry about with Diavolo is dishonesty. He never minces words when discussing his predilections with you, and one day he reveals that he wants to flip the power dynamic that has controlled every aspect of his life.
“Ever since I can remember, I’ve had others obey my every command without question. I want to see what it’s like to have to follow someone else’s orders for a change. In everything.” You do not miss his meaning as he takes your hands and kisses them. “Will you do this for me, love?”
Over the next few days, you work out the details of your contract. Your limits and his, your expectations…and your punishments. You agree that he will perform his role within the confines of the castle outside of RAD hours, leaving him to fulfill his duties at school without restrictions. You decide on a term of two weeks, with him being able to choose if he wants more.
You are not sure how he will fit into the role he wants so badly to try, but Diavolo throws himself into the contract, as you should have expected. There is never any timidity or doing things halfway with the Prince, and this is no exception. He eagerly submits to your every request and carries out his duties flawlessly. He seems to relish the opportunity to focus all thoughts into responding to your commands. He casts off his mantle of responsibility so quickly when he arrives home each day as he bursts into whatever room you are in, kneeling at your side with his eyes cast down, trembling, waiting to hear what you want him to do.
Everything had been going so well…until yesterday.
You are finishing up your final RAD assignment for the day when you hear the main hall door open and a pair of loud voices. The voices continue their boisterous conversation up the stairs, and then the doorknob to your room is turning.
Diavolo and Lucifer stumble in, faces flushed from Demonus. “My love!” Diavolo laughs and plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “I’m so sorry to be home late, the RAD Council meeting went longer than usual and-”
You grab his wrist and hiss in his ear. “What do you think you’re doing? Get rid of him, NOW.”
Diavolo stops short and his eyes widen as he realizes his grave mistake. He turns to Lucifer. “That’s all for today. I’m sure the brothers are waiting on you for dinner.”
You do your best to ignore Lucifer's hurt expression as he excuses himself and closes the door.
As soon as the sound of Lucifer's retreating footsteps dies away, Diavolo is on his hands and knees at your side, head bowed.
"Please forgive me, I wasn't thinking-"
You cut him off with a sharp tap on his head.
"What is the rule about entering the Castle grounds? Say it."
He lowers his head even further and mumbles, "This servant belongs to you once he has entered the Castle Grounds each day."
You grab a fistful of his hair and push his head down to the floor. "And what is the rule about inviting guests to the Castle?"
"This servant shall not invite or bring anyone to the Castle without your permission."
You keep his face pressed to the floor as you intone, "And lastly, what is the rule about touching me?"
A shuddering breath, and then, "This servant shall not touch you without your permission."
"Three rules broken…" You look down and see the muscles in his shoulders twitch as he struggles to maintain his position at your feet.
"And now for your punishment. Get up."
He stands and faces you, cheeks burning and eyes averted.
"Remove your clothes."
He strips quickly, down to the cheap, coarse underwear that you allow him.
"Everything."
Once he had complied, you say, "There are no classes tomorrow. You are to remain like this until I feel as though you have served your punishment. If I require anything throughout the night, anything I ask you to do tomorrow, you will carry it out as you are."
You lift his chin up so that his eyes meet yours. "Do you understand?"
He hesitates, and you briefly wonder if you have gone too far. Although this was one of your agreed-upon punishments, you do not want Diavolo to feel as though he is being truly forced beyond his will in any of this. You fully expect to hear him utter his safe phrase, putting an end to this game.
Instead, his eyes gleam eagerness as he nods. You release his chin and step away. "I am going to bed. You may sleep on the floor in my room, in case I need something."
And you make sure that you do. Every few hours you wake up and then wake him. A glass of water. A midnight snack. An extra pillow.
As he leaves the room to carry out each request, you know that he is bound to run into castle staff in his current state. You also know that none of them will say anything. His status as the Prince allows him to play the servant to an extraordinary degree.
In the morning, you decide to test this. "I would like afternoon tea in the garden today," you say as you get dressed."
He nods. "Yes, of course."
"And I want you to make it for me and serve it to me."
"Make it…?" The words are out of his mouth before he can check himself.
"Yes, make. Report to Barbatos and have him instruct you."
The briefest of hesitations, and then, "Right away." He leaves the room and you idly wonder what Barbatos thinks about all of this. He must have noticed that he has not been required to serve Diavolo for this past week. He must have observed the dynamic between you and the Prince. And now, Diavolo is going to show up nude and ask him how to make tea and sweets…a small laugh escapes you as you settle down to wait to be summoned to the garden.
After casting one more fond glance at Diavolo as he cleans up your afternoon tea, you enter your room and open the armoire to glance at the gift for Diavolo that you have kept concealed these past few days. Just a few more tasks, and then...
Diavolo enters the room and stands by the door, waiting for your next command.
"Run me a bath."
He disappears into the adjoining bathroom and soon you hear water flowing into the enormous sunken tub. A few minutes, and then he re-emerges. "Your bath is ready."
"You may assist me."
You walk into the bathroom, and Diavolo springs into action. His hands are on your shoulders, removing your bathrobe. He extends a hand for you to grasp as you step into the tub, then he reaches for the sponge and soap.
The room becomes filled with steam and the scent of flowers from the garden as Diavolo washes you. You lean back against the tub and close your eyes, focusing on the feel of his hands as he lifts each arm and leg to sweep the sponge from shoulder to wrist, from hip to toe.
"May I kiss this?" He caresses your ankle and waits.
"You may."
You feel heat building in you as he holds your leg to his face and kisses the spot he wants, eyes closed. The devotion, the reverence in his expression as you allow him this small favor almost undo you. You want to drop all pretenses and drag him into the bath with you, allowing his mouth and hands to wander all over, telling him that he can do anything he wants…
But that was not the agreement. You also have obligations. You pull your mind away from this incredibly tempting thought as Diavolo gently lowers your leg and sits behind you. He washes your back, then your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp as you murmur your contentment.
When he is finished, he extends his arm again for you to grip as you climb out of the tub, and then he wraps your robe around you, pulling it tight around your chin.
"Follow." He trails after you as you walk back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. You pat the space next to you. "Sit."
You take his hands in yours. "You pleased me so well today. Your punishment is complete."
A small smile flashes across his features before he reins in his emotions and speaks.
"Thank you. I have learned my lesson; it will never happen again."
You bring your hand up to his face. "You may kiss me to thank me."
He bends over you and presses his lips to yours, taking pains not to let any other part of him touch you. You can feel him tremble slightly with restraint. He has not been allowed to kiss you on the mouth since he signed the contract, and he draws a shaky breath as he pulls away from you, wanting more but not daring to ask.
You cannot deny him or yourself any longer. “You may touch me.”
“Where?” His eyes roam over you.
You take his hand and place it on your cheek. He closes his eyes, his face blissful as he runs his thumb under your chin to your mouth, where you bite him gently before guiding him lower. You hear his breaths coming faster as his hands run over your chest, fingers circling your nipples. You stifle a moan and continue to push his hands towards where you need him most.
As his hands and fingers caress, delve and stroke, his burnished eyes meet yours, and this time he does not look away.
“May I have you? All of you?”
“Yes.” At your word, there is no longer any sign of restraint or hesitation in him. You have given him permission to claim every part of you, and he will not waste this opportunity. Your world becomes filled with his dark skin as he holds you, his silky red hair as it brushes against your face, his strength as he lifts you into his lap and keeps you in place as you move with each other, and his eyes…those eyes unlike any other demon’s with their gold depths that consume you. The eyes of unmatched power, completely under your control.
He does not stop even when you are shaking and spent, and when you finally give him permission to come he crushes you to him and moans how much he loves you over and over as he empties himself into you.
You allow him to sleep next to you for the night, and he spends its entirety wrapped around you, unwilling to release you after being forced away for so long. The next morning, as he is about to get dressed for RAD, you present him with your gift.
“Wait.” You stop him while he is still bare-chested. “I want you to wear this, starting today.”
He looks confused as he takes his black and gold collar from your hands. It is unremarkable to him, the one that he wears whenever he is formally attired as a demon. “Are you wishing me to assume my Demon Form today?”
“No, you will wear it under your RAD uniform.” You place your hands on his and turn the collar so he can see the inside. “Look closer.”
He sees an engraving that wasn’t there before, and holds it up close to his face to read. “The wearer of this collar belongs to…” he grins as he reads your name.
He turns his smiling eyes to you. “Of course. I will put it on at once.” He fastens it and pulls on his uniform. When he is ready, he asks, “May I thank you for this wonderful present?” His fingers absently trace over his neck, running over the contours of your symbol of complete ownership.
“You may.” He embraces you and whispers in your ear, “I will wear it always, even after our time like this is over.
I will never stop belonging to you.”