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Elora

"A game?"

Lucifer hummed against my neck, "Yes."

Chills shot down my spine and I shivered. "What kind of game?" I whispered.

He lifted himself from my neck, boxing me under him with his arms. Deep red eyes, melting like crimson gold stared down at me. "Since this will be our first time playing, I'll only give myself five minutes. If you moan, I win. If you don't, you win," he explained in his usual low tone.

I widened my eyes, blushing at the implications. I sound like a winner either way? I'm confused. "What does the winner get?"

He smirked, "Anything they want."

Anything? That sounds awfully vague. I glanced at his cabinet with all his cherished goodies. "So if I win, and I told you you had to stop eating sugary stuff for a month, you'd have to?" I emphasized. For Lucifer, that'd be a cruel thing to do, and I would never. But it's a good example.

A quick flicker of pain flashed through his eyes as he glanced at the cabinet, but he looked back down at me. "Yes." He sat back on his calves, grabbing behind my knees and pulling me flush against him.

I blushed, propping myself up on my elbows, looking down where my undies brushed against his jean covered crotch.

He ran his hands along the socks, gripping the skin on my thigh where they ended, "And if I won, and told you to show up to dinner wearing nothing but these socks and your panties, you'd have to," he shot back.

I immediately shook my head. No way. It's not worth it. Is he crazy? First of all, that's unsanitary, we will be eating. Second, that will not end well for me. He's playing devils advocate!

Now that I think of it, Lucifer has been more or less stirring the pot since he got back. With his innuendo comments, and his voice in my head. Now his game, that I really want to win for personal reasons-

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. Stupid hot he devil mind reader. That's not fair.

Okay, if I literally keep my lips pressed together the whole time, I win. I mean, it can't be that hard. Im only worried that he'll go past my undies, my period ended last night. It is tempting to win, think of all the fun things I could make him do. I have a pink dress that would look great on him!

I'm still really nervous about him winning though. Lucifer can be cruel, even if it is in the best way. I bit my lip, "If you win, and I'm not saying you will," I quickly defended. "You won't be too mean, right daddy?" I asked.

He gave my thigh a harsh slap, "We'll see."

I gasped, watching him step off the bed. Okay, that worked much better on Felix.

I stayed propped up on my elbows, following him with my eyes as he walked around his room, grabbing things. Under his bed he got some kind of chain... I tensed.

He stood at the end of his bed, grabbing a clip that's connected to the frame. He connected it to a chain that has a leather cuff at the end. I watched closely as he did the same to each corner, my confusion rising.

Before I could comprehend anything, he gently strapped one of my wrists in one of the cuffs. Wait-

I looked at the other three cuffs. He's chaining me to his bed. I won't be able to move. I looked at Lucifer, "Wait this isn't what I agreed," I panicked.

Effortlessly cuffing my other wrist, he smirked, his cold fingers playing with the clasp on my bra. It's one of the ones that clasp in the front, I always thought they were easier... now I regret wearing it.

In a swift movement he freed my breasts, each side of the bra loosely falling to my sides. I tried to cover myself, but the restraint wouldn't let me.

Lucifer softly cupped my underboob, a satisfied look of approval covered his features. His eyes flickered up to me, "This is the game, kitten," he said.

This is so not good.

He cuffed both my ankles, leaving me a helpless starfish, unable to move or touch him. This is so wrong. But not as wrong as my girly parts throbbing because of it. I'm a sicko.

Lucifer stood at the end of his bed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took me in. He pulled out his phone and did something on it for a few seconds. He turned it around, showing me a timer set for five minutes.

I swallowed, my courage starting to lessen. I didn't know I'd be tied down, unable to do anything with my hands. The position he has me in now is almost enough to make me moan.

Will power! I just have to stay calm. ... I'm screwed.

He slowly walked over to my side, the back of his index knuckle brushing against my cheek, "Nothings too tight?" He whispered.

I wiggled my hands and ankles, and there's a bit of wiggle room, but no chance of me breaking free. I shook my head, "No... but if you want to take them off, you can," I tried.

He cocked an eyebrow, "Or I could keep you here all night," he retorted.

I tensed. Well okay then, I can't manipulate him in the slightest. I pull an inch, he threatens a mile. I should just do whatever he tells me to do, and maybe I'll get out of this with my dignity.

I huffed, "Did you start the timer?" I asked, ready to get this over with.

He held up his phone, showing four minutes and ten seconds left.

He already started it?! He wasted a minute talking to me, why would he do that? I mean, who cares, I'm a whole unearned minute closer to winning.

Lucifer climbed onto the bed, his body once again hovering over my own. His hood and jet black hair fell just above his eyebrows. His fingertips brushed against my lower stomach, sending the worst tickles to my girly parts.

My hips rose off the bed, like they had a mind of their own. I took a deep breath, looking up at him.

His hands ran up my torso until he was cupping my breasts, softly kneading them. I gasped at the unfamiliar feeling, my chest rising and falling quickly.

His eyes moved from my chest to my face, "I don't need more than a few seconds to make you moan, kitten," he smirked.

I pushed my eyebrows together. That's not true, I think I'm doing pretty good. Under normal circumstances I would have definitely moaned by now.

He gently pinched one of my nipples, and I clamped my lips and my eyes shut so I wouldn't make a sound. It didn't exactly hurt, but it did sting in a way that made my stomach clench.

I heard him hum in approval, "You're so sensitive," he practically moaned. "I can't wait to overstimulate this little pussy," he slapped my girly parts harshly, the thin fabric of my undies didn't lessen the blow.

I moaned, my whole body flinching. The chains made a loud sound as I squirmed under him. His hand stayed placed on the outside of my undies, teasingly rubbing me.

I looked up at him through clouded eyes. No! I lost! How could I have lost with only a couple more minutes left?! I was so close... I couldn't help it though, it just came out.

He chuckled, "Awe, was that too much for you?" He teased. I blushed, unable to meet his eyes. His middle finger softly stroked the divot in my panties my lips made. I felt how wet I am as his finger softly tilted towards my hole. "You lost, kitten," he whispered against my neck.

I tried to close my legs, but the restraints just made another loud sound. It's really hard to feel disappointed in myself when his hand is between my legs. I bit my lip, trying to think of something to defend my obvious neediness. "You cheated. You never said I'd be tied down," I blinked up at him.

I felt cold air against me as Lucifer movies my undies to the side. I sucked in a breath, feeling his middle and index finger stroke my slit, coating them in my juices.

Casually, like he wasn't touching me, he shrugged, "Should I give you another chance?" He asked lowly, his lips brushing against my breast.

I nodded, really not wanting him to win.

He lifted his head and gave me a stern look, "Be a good girl and ask nicely, kitten."

I widened my eyes, not wanting to ruin my chances of a second chance. "Please let me try aga-"

Lucifer wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides of it. I squeaked, as he slipped the same two fingers he was rubbing my pussy with down my throat.

I blushed crimson, coughing at the sudden intrusion. I was overwhelmed, at the intense feeling of his hand cutting off my circulation. And the strange taste of me on his fingers.

He smirked, "Awe, baby, are you trying to say something?" He chuckled.

I pouted up at him with my eyes, but wetness practically waterfalls out of me. He's cruel. And I adore him for it.

He gently pumped his fingers inside my mouth, "Lick your fucking cum off my fingers like a good little slut. Then I'll let you beg me for a second chance," he articulated.

I moaned against his fingers, feeling my girly parts throb. I happily sucked on his fingers, licking the sweetness off of him. His eyes turned bright red, watching his fingers pump in and out of my mouth.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and loosened his grip around my throat. I sighed, taking a breath. I glanced at the timer, seeing I have just over a minute left. "Please, daddy," I started begging. "Let me try again- ah!" His middle finger roughly plunged into me.

The chains clanked together as I flinched. His finger was buried in me up to his knuckles, and I found my hips moving on their own accord.

He cocked a dark eyebrow at me, "What's wrong, kitten?" He said with false sympathy. "Beg," he ordered.

Tears welled in my eyes at how badly I wanted him to move his finger. I love having something inside me, it feels so good. I panted, "Please-" he pulled his finger all the way out and harshly pounded it into me several times. I screamed, feeling a slight sting at the roughness. My eyes glossed over, no longer caring about the game. He won, I don't care.

His finger repeatedly slammed into me, making a wet clapping noise, but it was drowned out over my moans. He's hitting something deep inside me, making everything else in the world seem irrelevant.

He squeezed my throat hard again and tears fell down my cheeks. Not letting up on his finger, he leaned down and kissed me. Much to my surprise, the kiss was soft and gentle.

I came instantly as his lips touched mine, the tenderness pushing me over the edge. I cried out against his lips, and he kept plunging his finger into me as I came.

He gently removed his finger from me, and my thighs shuddered at the emptiness.

His lips kept moving against mine, gently sucking and nipping my lips and tongue. He released my throat, honestly much to my dismay. His hands trailed up my arms until they were at my wrists, where he skillfully released them.

I instantly wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me.

A low moan escaped his lips, as I felt him grind against me. I gasped, feeling how hard he is. I can feel him in my girly parts and my inter thigh... he's big.

I tried to wrap my legs around his waist, but they're still tied down. Lucifer didn't seem to mind though as he gently kneaded my breast. His fingers gently pinched my nipple, and I arched my back, moaning into his mouth.

Once again, I found myself painfully throbbing down there. I don't think I'll ever get enough of this...

With a painful sounding moan and a harsh nip to my tongue, he reluctantly pulled away from me. I pouted, not wanting to stop, "Daddy," I blinked up at him through glossy eyes.

He reached behind him and freed my ankles. I instantly closed my legs, moving my undies back into place.

His eyes looked clouded as he sent me a warning glance, "Don't tempt me, kitten. If we don't stop now I'll fuck you stupid," he husked out.

I blushed as he gently clasped my bra again, and put my sweater back on. How can he be so rough and degrading yet gentle and loving at the same time? I don't care, as long as he never stops.

He scooped me up into his arms, laying down on his bed with me on top of him. I smiled, nuzzling into his neck. I'm not super tired, but I am a little exhausted. This is perfect.

I widened my eyes, looking up at him, "I lost..."

He smirked, rubbing my thighs.

I bit my lip, "What are you going to make me do?"

His gaze shifted from the ceiling to me, "I didn't say I would pick today," he taunted.

Oh crap. This is redeemable at any time? I just hope he's not too mean when he decides to use it.

~•~

Lucifer set me down in front of Eugene's door, insisting on carrying me here. We cuddled for a long time, and I almost fell asleep. But then I remembered I still have to give the others their work brakes.

I put my hand on the knob, but a thought crept into my head. I looked up at Lucifer, "You love me, right?" I asked.

He looked between my eyes for several seconds, a confused expression taking over his face. He just never says it, and I'm really bad at reading him.

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a familiar looking key. It's his goodie cabinet key, but newer. He held it out to me and I cheesed like a crazy person, taking it from him.

He does love me. I opened Eugene's door and stepped in, "I love you too!" I giggled. I saw the beginning of a smile on his lips before he turned down the hall, back to his own room.

Arms wrapped around my stomach, lifting me up off the ground, "My turn," Eugene chuckled, carrying me further into his room.

I smiled, "You know I couldn't forget about you, slaving away up here," I joked.

He tossed me onto his bed, giving me a pointed look, "I thought Lucifer wasn't going to let you out or his bed," he teased.

I blushed, "You heard that?" I forgot all about their vampire hearing. That's kind of embarrassing, but I also like it. Since when does embarrassment turn me on?

Eugene sat next to me, pulling me on top of him, making me straddle him. He nodded, an obvious playfulness in his eyes. "Of course. I'm pretty sure Theo jerked off to it," he cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't know what that means," I shrugged.

He pressed his lips together and smiled, "Shocker," he said sarcastically. "Ask him," he dismissed.

His back was leaning against his headboard, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his disheveled blond hair. It's curly and falls loosely at his ears, "I like your hair like this," I complimented, rubbing my hands through it. He usually has it up in a small bun, but I like the messy look.

He smiled, "You don't have to flirt with me, love. I'm all yours," he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me until we were chest to chest. "Kiss me, I've heard amazing things about your lips," he joked, but looked down at my lips with a desperate longing.

I giggled, gently placing my lips against his. I gently kissed him, instantly feeling thousands of delightful sparks. In unison, we both pulled each other closer, me, by my waist, and him by his neck.

As per usual, I opened my mouth for him, practically asking him to take control. Something I've realized about myself since our sexy time has started, I don't want any control. It's strange for me, because I usually like to be in control. I have to have things my way, or if bothers me. But letting my guys take over my mind and body, I prefer it. I also trust them more than anyone else, that's probably why.

But, I like letting go for a while and not having to worry about anything.

Eugene kissed me for what felt like forever, slowly, and if his firm grip is any sign, he's definitely enjoying himself.

I don't think my poor undies can take anymore today, they were still drenched from Lucifer when I got here, now I can feel it leaking into my thigh.

Slowly, I felt something grow under me and poke my booty. I smiled, thinking of how weird their things are. Like, the thought of them makes my mouth water, but it's also weird that they have a hole body part that inflates and deflates like a balloon. Specifically the kind the kind that you can twist and bend to make an animal.

Eugene pulled away, a soft smile on his lips, "Whats so funny?" He asked.

I pressed my lips together, shaking my head, "Nothing," I dismissed. I can't really tell him I'm comparing his manly

ding-a-ling to a balloon, can I?

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Tell me," he coaxed, his hand gently rubbing up and down my back.

I sighed, "I don't know, it's just weird," I quickly glanced down between us, gesturing to his thing.

He knitted his eyebrows, "What? My dick?" He chuckled.

I nodded.

He rolled his eyes, "You wear that outfit, kiss me like that, with your pussy literally dripping onto my shorts and expect me not to get hard?" He gave me a pointed look.

Without thinking, I placed my hand over his thin shorts, wanting to feel it. Eugene flinched gently, a deep groan escaping his lips. "Elora," he warned.

I smirked up at him, "Hm?"

I rubbed my hand along him, feeling how long it is. Wow, it's not like a balloon, it's more hard than that. I couldn't quite wrap my hand around it, but maybe it's because of his shorts?

He watched me closely, "What do you think you're doing, love?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I wanted to touch it," I explained innocently.

He opened his mouth to say something but his phone rang. "Fucking hell," he rolled his eyes.

I got off of him, "See you at dinner!" I giggled.

"Yes you will..." he mumbled, and I got a bad feeling. Did I do something wrong? I was just teasing him. Oh well.

I skipped to Theo's room and opened the door, seeing him with a stack of papers next to him, but he had a game remote in his hands.

He smiled up at me, lifting his finger to his lips. He's not actually working?

I closed his door and sat next to him on the floor, "They're gonna kill you," I smirked.

He gave me a pointed look, "They don't trust me enough to handle this shit anyways," he whispered.

He wrapped his arm around me, still playing some muted racing game. "They're drowning in paperwork-"

"Quiet princess, I've been getting away with this for years," he whispered.

I straddled his lap, blocking his view from his game. He smiled at me, putting the controller down. "If you lecture me I'm going to get a boner. And I'd I get a boner again, you're going to be the one to fix it. So choose wisely," he smirked.

I slouched in his lap. Well there goes my lecture about how he should be helping them. He's not lazy, and he's actually really smart. I think he just doesn't want to deal with talking to people on the phone.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You get no kisses," I whispered, getting off his lap.

He scoffed, "Elora you better sit your little ass back down," he snapped his fingers and pointed to his lap.

I giggled, "No." I crossed my arms. "Im here to give you a break, but you clearly don't need one from all the hard work you're doing," I shot.

He stood up, towering over me. "Watch the attitude princess, or I'll tell Felix you warned strike two," he threatened.

I widened my eyes. He wants to play it like that, huh? "And I'll tell Felix you're not helping," I whispered back.