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Elora

I slowly blinked my eyes open, the bright daylight waking me. I groaned, feeing a dull ache on my temple. I'm never going to another party again, and I'm definitely never drinking again. Bad decisions were made, and I regret going.

It was super fun up until Willow basically left me to die on the bathroom floor. I'm not a malicious person, but I'm going to have a stern talking with her tomorrow. Hopefully, that'll be my last interaction with her, I don't need someone like her in my life.

I sat up, realizing that I'm downstairs on the couch, not my bed. I don't remember much after getting home, even before that, my memory's jumbled.

I was leaning against Dane, and he just... smiled down at me. Normally, I wouldn't think anything of it. It's a normal, cute smile, and I love to see it. But, I'm definitely in trouble. There's no way they're not at least irritated at me for getting drunk and coming home super late.

Dane reached over to the side table, picked up two white pills that he must have had ready for me, "Open," he ordered.

Thank god, my head hurts. I opened my mouth and he gave me the pills, followed by a bottle of water. The water felt like heaven in a cup as I drank the whole thing.

I felt a bit uncomfortable, anticipating the lecture that's coming. I know they're going to lecture me, I just wish they'd get it over with already so I wouldn't have to dwell on it. I think it's best that I tread very lightly.

Dane stood up, holding out his big hand for me to grab, "Let's get some food in you, you threw up everything last night," he said.

I grabbed his hand and we walked to the kitchen. My body feels weak, and the thought of food has me drooling. Not really, but if I opened my mouth, I'd leave a snail trail of saliva. It's safe to say, I'm starving.

Dane and I walked hand in hand to the kitchen, where the rest of the guys are. Quin was standing at the stove, spatula in hand. Felix and Duke were sat at the counter, and Theo, Eugene and Lucifer were at the table.

Here the lecture comes...

Instead of harsh looks or scolding, a nice plate of breakfast was placed in front of me when I sat at the table. I skeptically looked up at Quin, a neutral expression on his face. Huh?

Theo placed his hand on my thigh and gave me a smug grin, "Feeling better, princess?" He asked.

This is almost worse than them being mad at me. They're acting so... normal. Whatever is happening right now, I don't like it one bit.

I slowly nodded, taking a bite of my eggs, "Uhu," I answered. I cautiously eyed my other guys as they had their own conversations.

This is either really good, or really bad.

Should I apologize? Do I dare even mention it? They haven't forgotten my behavior, so what's the hold up? Yell at me, scold me, lecture me, do anything besides this.

Oh god, are they disappointed? I can't handle that word, it makes my neck itch, then I break out in hives everywhere, and eventually have a full blown panic attack.

"Elora," My eyes shot to Lucifer. Okay here we go! "We're not disappointed," he informed clearly, in his low tone.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Well, that's good. But what about-

"You will be punished for your irresponsibility," Felix added in a stern tone. I tensed, punished? Not a lecture or scolding? I'm confused. His eyes burned my skin with his intensity that I can't match. "When you're done eating, you'll go shower, braid your hair, then you will meet us in the hidden room. Do you understand?" He explained, leaving no room for argument.

Wait- hidden room? Willow was right?! One thing at a time.... I'm in big trouble. I don't understand, what exactly does he mean by punishment? And what does he mean when he says that I'm meeting them all in the hidden room? What is the hidden room? Why am I going there for this so-called punishment?

I blinked at Felix, "We have a secret room?" I asked, curiosity being my vice.

Felix cocked an eyebrow at me, "Lucifer gave you the key, did he not?"

I pushed my eyebrows together, confused. The only key Lucifer gave me was to his cabinet full of sweets. I looked at Lucifer, seeing an evil smirk playing at his lips. "There's a latch on the left shelf, pull it and the wall opens," he explained.

I've had the key all this time? But why? What's in the hidden room?

"I won't repeat myself," I flinched at Felix's stern voice. I grabbed Theo's hand under the table.

I quickly nodded, "I understand," I squeaked.

"Good. You have one hour," he informed as he walked out of the kitchen. Lucifer and Quin weren't far behind him, both sending me glances as they left.

Nerves filled me, as questions of what's to come races through my mind. What punishment will I be receiving? Where did they go? What's in the hidden room?

Theo ran his hand through my tangled hair, "Eat, or you'll probably pass out," he mumbled.

Pass out? I looked up at him with wide eyes. All my thoughts and stress came out at once. "Why? What's in the room? What did Felix mean by punishment? Why did Lucifer give me a key?" I ranted.

Theo smirked, "You think I'd tell you and ruin the surprise? Oh princess, half the fun is getting to see your reaction," he said darkly, standing up.

My mouth dropped open, watching him walk out of the kitchen, the smirk still on his lips. Whatever the punishment is, it's clear that I need to get out of it. And I know just the guy to get me out of it, too.

I finished eating, really savoring the weight of the food in my stomach. I feel a million times better, physically. Mentally, I'm a mess.

I eyed the back of dukes head, watching him as he typed something on his phone. I stood up and padded over to him, ready to work my magic.

"Duke?" I said sweetly, but my voice shook with nerves.

He put his phone down and looked down at me. His expression was stern, not mad, or unpleasant. But not happy and smiling either. "Yes, baby?" He asked.

I grabbed his hand, twiddling with his fingers, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to get that bad," I said honestly, giving him the best puppy eyes I could.

He sighed, looking a smidgin less tense. He held my cheek in his big hand, and I leaned into his touch, "I know you didn't, baby," he said gently. Relief filled me as I imagined him convincing the others not to punish me.

The feeling was quickly gone as his gentle touch on my cheeks turned to a firm grip as he squeezed my cheeks together, "That won't work this time, though. Now go be a good girl and take a shower," he said lowly, as if saying the words was hard for him.

He released my face and I gasped. If Duke won't even help me, I know it's bad.

I looked at Dane and Eugene, seeing them watching me closely, challenging me to try and get them to crack too. I'm helpless.

I walked out of the kitchen, feeling like I might have just made my punishment worse.

I showered, taking the time to relax and try to ease my mind. I'm going to get punished, I've accepted that. How they plan on punishing me, I have no idea. I scrubbed myself clean, feeling completely back to normal after my shower.

Just like Felix requested, I braided my hair into two long braids. He always said he likes my hair open, but maybe he changed his mind?

I walked out of my room, about to go to my closet to pick out a pair of leggings and top to wear, but something on my bed caught my eye.

Walking over, I blushed, seeing a lace red bodysuit and matching stockings. I picked up a small note next to it, recognizing Eugene's handwriting immediately.

Wear this.

I carefully picked up the material, feeling how thin it is. But... this won't cover anything! It's see through, and the crotch is open.

I straightened, realization dawning on me. Punishment. I recalled Felix's voice from the morning in the shower. He definitely said punish fuck, right?

I dropped the towel, putting the bodysuit on. I struggled a bit, seeing as the crotch has three potential leg holes. Oh god, the slit in the bodysuit perfectly aligns with my holes. That can't be a coincidence.

Once I was fully dressed, although I still felt naked, I walked over to my mirror to assess the damage.

I blushed, sucking in a breath. To be fair, I look really good in this. Sure it's flattering, and the stalkings ended at my butt, making it look a bit bigger. I can't possibly wear this in front of all of them though. I can see my nipples and everything else through the fabric.

I bit my lip, sitting on my bed. If I'm not in that room in ten minutes, I'll just be digging myself a bigger hole.

Why am I so nervous? They've all seen me naked. I like sexual things, and they never disappoint. The only thing that's psyching me out is the fact that this is a punishment, and not knowing what they have planned is killing me.

I closed my eyes and took a big breath, deciding it's time to go. I stood up, walking to Lucifers room. I didn't see any of them, and I assumed they're all already in the room.

I held the key in my hand as I slowly unlocked the cabinet, like I have hundreds of times before. I placed my hand on the shelf to the left, feeling around for a latch. I don't see anything? My hand sunk into the wall, pushing a small button suddenly, and the wall creaked open, like a door.

I nervously pushed it, opening the secret door, mesmerized that I've never noticed it before. I bet this is where Lucifer keeps his really good sweets, no doubt in my mind about that.

There was a dark hall, only a few feet long, and a black door at the end of it. I slowly walked to it, getting the chills. This is ominous, and I'll definitely never come here alone. Nightmare fuel.

I found the knob to the door, quick to open the door, just to get out of the creepy hall. I quickly adjusted my hair, cleverly placing the braids over my boobs, as a last ditch attempt to cover myself. As for my crotch, as long as I don't spread my legs, it looks like a normal onesie.

Stepping into the room, I paled. All worried of my guys seeing me in this outfit were thrown out the window. I barely even acknowledged them in different places around the big room.

The contents of the space scared me to my core. It looks like a very clean butcher shop, with a huge round bed in the middle.

My eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of the torture devices everywhere. All over the walls, whips, chains, cuffs, and spiky things, hung from their respective handles.

The room looks very different from the rest of the house. The walls are white, and the hardwood floor is stained black. The lights in the room were red, giving everything a dark glow that made me shiver. It smells good, too, like Lucifer does.

Everything looks clean and tidy, which I like a lot. Everything has its own place, which is satisfying despite the horror of the actual objects.

The bed is huge and round, covered in neat black silk sheets. Around the bed there's five posts, with round clips going down them. Images of being tied to Lucifers bed flashed into my mind, and I looked away.

Around the room there was also strange white chairs that look dreadfully uncomfortable. They remind me of work out equipment, but I doubt working out isn't how I'm going to exhaust myself in this room.

What kinda freaky shit is this... I started backing up, deciding I'd take my chances in the creepy hall of death.

I bumped into a large body, the tingles I got somehow told me that it's Quin. I tensed, feeling his hands on my shoulders, "Where do you think you're going, doll?"

My heart was pounding against my rib cage, nerves consuming me. I finally took note of my guys, seeing them all in different areas of the room.

Lucifer was sitting on the edge of the bed, studying me. Theo and Eugene were stood by a wall of torture devices, smirking at me. Duke and Dane looked strangely out of place, both sat in different chairs against the wall. Felix was walking up to me, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

Quin started taking steps forward, further into the room and away from my exit. I was forced to walk with him, seeing as his hands are practically welded to my shoulders.

Once I was stood in the middle of the room, less than a foot away from Felix, who looked absolutely terrifying, might I add, Quin stopped. Keeping his hands on my shoulders he gently pushed me down, "On your knees," he ordered. My body instantly listened, and I dropped to my knees, tucking my calf's under my booty.

His hands moved from my shoulders to my hair, as he grabbed each braid and pulled them gently, and they fell behind my back, leaving nothing but a few pieces of lace to cover me.

At the same time, Felix placed his ankles by my knees, and swiftly used his own legs to spread mine open.

I let out the smallest of whimpers, completely exposed now. The slit between my legs opened with my thighs, leaving my girly parts bare for the whole world to see. Or my whole world, that is.

Quin stayed behind me, I could feel the warmth of his skin on my back. I let my hands fall loosely between my spread thighs, subtly covering myself.

I looked up at Felix with wide eyes as he gently caressed my cheekbone. "Do you know why you're in here?" He asked.

Because god hates me. I nodded, "I shouldn't have gotten that drunk, and I should have called one of you to come get me," I quickly answered.

A pleased look crossed his gorgeous face, "And what do you think you deserve for acting so irresponsibly?"

"To be let off with a warning," I blurted, showing my nerves. "I promise I'll never do it-"

Felix shut me up, shoving his thumb into my mouth. He narrowed his eyes at me, "Awe, I know you won't baby, not after this," he said darkly.

A cold shiver ran straight to my girly parts at the evil promise behind his tone. I shouldn't be liking this, most of me isn't. But that sliver of my mind that does enjoy this, like a sick little pervert, has a direct line to my core.

Felix pulled his thumb out of my mouth, turning to Lucifer. He gave him an expecting look, that I desperately wanted to understand. This isn't fair! They're teaming up on me.

Lucifers bright red eyes shifted to me, as he stood up next to the bed, "Come here kitten," he curled his finger at me.

Not wanting to irk them any further, I moved to stand.

"Crawl," Lucifer ordered lowly.

My shoulders slumped and I bit my lip. Crawl? I looked at the floor, not a spec of dust could be found. I can't even use the 'it's dirty' excuse.

Whatever, just do it. Don't think about everyone being able to see my butt, with the gem thingy still in it. Don't think about how embarrassing it is. It'll just be worse if I prolong it. I chanted in my head, giving myself a pep talk.

On my hands and knees, I crawled over to Lucifer. I felt everyone's eyes on my ass, making me blush down to my chest. I took a shaky breath, stopping at Lucifers feet.

Is this their punishment? Humiliation?

Lucifer smirked, "Good girl," he praised. He leaned down, placing his hands on my elbows and lifting me up to my feet. Relief filled me, grateful that I'm not on the floor anymore.

Lucifer glanced behind me, "Theo," he called. I pushed my eyebrows together, turning to look at him. Theo blinked a few times, as if he was broken out of a trance. He reached behind him and grabbed neatly folded black rope and tossed it to Lucifer who caught it easily.

I swallowed, knowing exactly what Lucifer intends to use that rope for. He's tied me up before, I'm sure he'll do it again. My body betrayed my mind as my core clenched, wetness looking between my legs.

Lucifer worked quickly, securing the rope to the top of one of the pillars a few feet away from the bed. He grabbed my wrists, not very gently. I tensed, watching him tie my wrists together.

He looked at me as he expertly tied the rope, "What's your safe word?" He asked.

My eyes wondered his face, thinking he looks extra yummy right now. I peeked behind him at Quin and Felix, remembering that damned word. "Vanilla," my voice came out as a shaky whisper.

He tightened the rope, pulling another that was behind me, and my arms lifted high in the air. I gasped, stood on my tip toes, my torso stretched, and my breasts prominent from the position he put me in. I tried to wiggle my hands, but I couldn't budge.

Felix walked over, some kind of small pole in his hands, with cuffs on each end.

Lucifer tilted his head, making my eyes snap back to him. Felix was doing something by my feet, but my eyes stayed locked on Lucifer. "And when do you use it?" He continued.

Right now! This is a lot, and my eyes are already glossy for some reason. I always cry whenever I do sexual stuff, but they're not sad tears. "When I want to stop," I answered.

He nodded, "Try to remember that," he smirked. "By the time we each have our turn with this little pussy," he suddenly cupped me, his middle finger running along my slit.

I gasped, trying to close my legs. Whatever contraption Felix strapped to my ankles immediately spread further, making my legs open wide. Oh shit.

Lucifer pushed a finger into me and I let out a low moan. His lips got close to mine, "You'll be so stupid that you won't remember. I promise," he threatened.

I whimpered, as he pulled his finger out of me and stepped away. My hips jolted forward, wanting more.

Felix ran his hands up my torso, cupping my breasts. I let out a small sound, my pussy clenching with need. I wanted them all. Lucifer said that I'm getting all of them, and I hope that's true.

"Awe pretty baby, look how cute you look all tied up and crying for us," he softly stroked my face, but the smirk on his lips made me shiver. He turned to look at them, "What should we do with you now?" He asked, lowering himself to my face.

I stared at him wide eyed, listening to the others circle around me like lions ready to pray on a lamb. I can't hide my arousal from them, they can sense it, even if I lie, they'll call my bluff.

I bit my lip, staring into his red eyes. "Punish me?"