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Surprisingly enough, you found yourself excited to go to Lucifer's office for once. You'd been in Lucifer's bad books for a good few weeks. And now, the chance to make it all better seemingly fell out of the sky. (No pun intended).
And best of all, there was a chance he'd take this stupid thing off. You could handle Lucifer being mad at you for a little while, as could everyone.
However, this time's punishment was something else. This time, he’s made you wear a chastity belt. And not just any chastity belt, because something so tame isn’t like Lucifer. With this one, anytime you got physically aroused, this stupid thing notified Lucifer and delivered a shock.
And you couldn't take it anymore.
Sure. The shocks hurt. But you needed stimulation. And you'd do what you needed to do to get it.
You knocked on the door of his office, waiting for him to say, “Come in,” before you opened the door.
“Ah, it's you,” he said, like he didn't invite you there, which, for the record, he did.
“You can take a seat there,” he said, gesturing to the couch in his office.
You wordlessly followed his directions. You looked at Lucifer, absorbed in his work. His hair was in his face instead of slicked back like it usually was. And he looked devilishly handsome.
“Lucifer,” you said, growing impatient.
He looked at you, eyebrow raised.
“Did you call me here just for me to sit on the couch?” You asked, pressing his buttons with that comment. He chuckled at you.
You took his amusement as a sign to get closer, getting off the couch and creeping towards him. And he still didn’t even look up from his papers. Like you were just an attention whore, and he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. “Lucifer,” You cooed, trying to get his attention. He slowly turned his head to look at you, like you weren’t worth his time.
You took that as your way in, climbing onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, now facing him. You saw the way his face flashed with shock, and you had to fight a smirk off your face, knowing you–for a second, ruined his cool, calm, collected act.
“Please touch me,” you begged, not even trying to sugarcoat your intentions.
And instead of replying, Lucifer just stared at you for a second, as if debating whether he would lean into it or not. And his decision was obvious to you as he kissed your cheek.
He pulled down the straps of your nightdress, the red lacy one that he couldn’t resist. His lips latched onto your nipple, rolling it between his teeth, his tongue snaking out to lick the bud.
His fingers pinching the other one. You made a sound to express both shock and displeasure. He knew exactly what he was doing: teasing you.
This isn’t what you wanted. You hadn’t had actual stimulation in weeks. If you wanted your nipples sucked on, you would do that yourself.
“Lucifer,” you whined, frustrated. He hummed, his mouth still around the bud, the vibration of his lips feeling good. “You know that’s not what I mean,” You said. Lucifer stopped what he was doing to look at you.
“You know, there’s a saying in your world that I like,” he said, pushing you onto his desk.
“What would that be?” You asked, eyebrow raised. He pulled open one of the desk drawers, the key to all your problems in hand.
“Beggars can’t be choosers.”
He lifted your dress, admiring the chastity belt for a while, almost sad to take it off. He sighed before he put the key in, turning it and opening the lock. He tossed the device aside, staring at your sex all the while.
He leaned in and slowly licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. “Oh God,” You screamed, taking hold of the back of his head and trying to press it into you. You usually wouldn’t be so reactive; however, going so long without his touch really got to you. And he would use that fact to his advantage.
Lucifer looked up at you, frowning, a sign you should stop. With a frown of your own, you let go of his head, which earned a hum of approval from Lucifer.
He used his hands to spread your legs, grabbing hold of your thighs to give himself full access. “Gorgeous as ever,” he huffed against your sex, his voice husky.
He leaned in and licked your clit alone with the tip of his tongue, causing you to gasp. You felt him laugh at your neediness as his lips kissed your clit. The tip of his tongue swirled in circles around the bud before pinching it with his fingers. “Lucifer!” You yelped, twitching. A movement that earned you a slap on the thigh.
He looked up at you, shooting you a glare before looking back down at your pussy.
He wrapped his lips around the pearl, sucking and licking it before moving down to your entrance.
Lucifer stuck out the tip of his tongue first, as if he only wanted a taste, before inching his tongue deeper inside you. The warm, wet feeling sent you spasming as you came all over his tongue. “Sweet,” Lucifer took a break to say, before going right back to what he was doing. “W-Wait,” you stuttered out, still sensitive, trying to back away.
The demon slapped your thigh before using one hand to pin both of yours behind your back. He used his free hand to rub your clit in circles, slurping you with his tongue. Lucifer replaced his tongue with a finger, your eyes rolling back in response.
His finger reached all the spots his tongue couldn't. His soft, long digit massaged your hole, making you buck and grind into him. When he added his second and third fingers, you were sent shaking. “Please,” you tried to beg, not knowing what for.
“I can't take it,” you cried out, unable to escape his touch. Lucifer, knowing you were close, went even faster. You moaned as you climaxed on his fingers yet again.
Lucifer, that devil, rode out your orgasm. Although slower, his fingers still pumped in and out of you, and you were unsure of whether or not he would ever stop. He abruptly pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing. You looked up at him as he stood, confused.
“I hope now you've learned your lesson,” he scoffed, licking his fingers.