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Lucifer beckons to you, whip still in hand.
Shit.
Only moments ago he used the same whip to scare Levi half to death over the phone.
You take a step back slightly, blood rushing to your face over the implication. Not that you’d actually admit that you liked the idea… Then again, it seemed that Lucifer could see right through you as he stalked a bit closer.
“I’d like to wager a guess as to why you bought this for me.”, he proposed, stepping closer. “If I guess correctly…”, he pauses, lifting your chin with his finger. “…you’ll have to give me the honor of properly using it.”
You swallow thickly, avoiding his gaze. Never in a million years would you want to admit that you’d fantasized about this. Lucifer, staring you down, whip in hand as he gazed at you full of lust and menace… The idea made you weak in the knees. There’s no way you’d be able to live this down.
So, you averted your gaze, opting to say nothing. You can feel Lucifer’s stare as he smirks down at you, holding your chin firmly in place.
“You don’t know that I can hear you talking in your sleep? I’ve carried you back to your room too many times to count. Haven’t you ever wondered how you’ve gotten back to your room after falling asleep in the lounge?”, he chuckles slightly. “You’re so pretty when you whine for me in your sleep, MC.”, he coos.
Shit!
In one swift motion, he removes his hand from your chin and cages you against the wall. You feel the material of the whip tickle you as he trails it down your leg.
“So pretty, in fact…”, he licks his lips, “…that I’d like to hear what you sound like when you’re not just dreaming of me.”
Lucifer pauses, considering what to say next. After a moment, he continues.
“I’d wager that you bought this based on your little fantasies about me, hmm?” Lucifer asks smugly.
"Y-You don't know that!", you scoff, continuing to avoid his gaze. You could feel your heart pounding.
"Oh, but I think I do know...pet.", Lucifer smiles wickedly, sizing you up. You whimper slightly, face growing redder still. You weren’t sure how long you could last like this.
The feeling of a gloved hand distracts you momentarily. You let out a slight groan, leaning into Lucifer’s touch as he caresses your face.
“I can’t continue without your enthusiastic consent, dear.”, Lucifer leans in, whispering into your ear. You shiver slightly when his breath tickles your neck.
“What do you say to having a little bit of…fun?”