Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6), Sarah Bailey [best e reader for manga .txt] 📗

get so wet, so fucking turned on,” she whispered.

“Do you want to show me how turned on you are?”

Her eyes snapped to his.

“Oh, you’ll see soon enough.”

She crawled over him, taking one of his hands and shoving it above his head.

“I know you’ll be able to get out of this, but let me do this my way. Just this once.”

“I’ll let you have your way many times over if it means you’ll suck my cock like that again, little witch. Just say the word.”

Pink smoke curled out of her fingers. When it dissipated, two lengths of rope lay in her free hand. She placed one of them down on the bed beside them before she laced the rope around his wrist and tied him to one of the metal poles on her headboard. She took his other hand, doing the same with that one. He stared up at her with a grin.

“Tying me up? That’s a little kinky.”

She leant down, her breath tickling his ear.

“I think you’re the king of kink with your desire to restrain and whip me until I’m panting and writhing beneath you, begging you to fuck me.”

He tested the restraints. She certainly knew how to tie a knot, but he wouldn’t try and escape regardless. Tonight was about giving her what she needed and if that was him at her mercy, then he’d oblige until she was ready to talk.

“You won’t like not being able to touch me, Lucifer. I’m going to make you beg. Maybe I’ll say yes if you please me.”

She pulled away, winking at him before jumping off the bed. He bit his lip. Candace wasn’t holding back. He’d opened her eyes to a new world of sexual pleasure. He knew she’d never let anyone hurt her before. Now, she wanted his pain because it got her off.

Their dark desires called to each other. The whirlwind of lust caught them up in its storm, rendering it impossible to escape. They’d never be free of each other. He didn’t want to be. He wanted to be trapped in her gilded cage forever just as she was in his.

“Tell me, little witch, how long have you fantasised about restraining me?”

“I’ve fantasised about a lot of things involving you. I intend to make them all a reality.”

I bet she has. That mind of hers is always churning away.

Her fingers went to her shirt buttons. She undid them one by one, watching him carefully. Seeing her undress slowly made him ache. He already wanted to beg her to impale herself on his cock so he could feel her heat. Her boots came next, sliding down her shapely legs. Her jeans followed soon after. She stood in lacy pink underwear which did little to conceal her assets from him. Not that he was complaining.

Shit, she has no idea how sexy she is. How her confidence in her own skin makes me want to fuck her so hard. Damn, why did I just agree to allow her to tie me up?

“I don’t have to ask if you like what you see, I can tell.”

“Are you going to stand there and let me look at you in that all night? Because that’d be just plain cruel.”

She laughed, kneeling on the bed and running her hand up his calf. Her touch sent tingles up his spine.

“No, that would be cruel for both of us. I’m going to ride your cock, that’s a guarantee, but whether I let you touch me is still up for debate.”

“Tell me, what else have you fantasised about?”

She crawled over him, her fingers trailing up his stomach and chest.

“Mmm, would it be terribly naughty of me to want you to fuck me when you’re all angelic, wings, halo, everything?”

His lips curved up into a smile.

“I think I’ll crown you the queen of kink before the night is over.”

“Am I your queen?”

She ran her nails down his chest, the sharp tug of pain made him harder.

She’s right. I will be begging her to let me touch her. Fuck.

“You’ve been my queen since the day we met. The Queen of Hell. Do you want that? Do you want me to make you my equal?”

Her expression changed from lust-filled to shock and confusion. She’d told him they weren’t equals, but he didn’t see it that way. She was his equal in every sense. Her passion, her fire, her vulnerability, the way she cared. Everything about her was perfect. Even when she was sometimes cruel and scathing.

Fuck do I love this woman. I would defy my own Father for her if she asked it of me.

“Wh…what?”

“Did I not make the question clear?”

“I… that’s… Lucifer, you can’t just spring that on me when we’re about to fuck. How is that fair?”

He grinned at her.

“All’s fair in love and war, did no one tell you that?”

Her nails dug into his chest harder. She leant down, her mouth brushing over his, her violet eyes narrowed. He tried to kiss her, but she kept just out of reach.

“War… I’ll draw the battle lines right here,” she whispered, capturing his face in her hand, her finger dragging over his bottom lip. “If you want me to kiss you, then you have to ask nicely. Perhaps I’ll give you my answer.”

The way she’d gone from confused to back in control made his blood pound harder. He imagined her inner monologue wasn’t calm and collected.

Quite possibly why she won’t kiss me. She can’t prevent me hearing what’s on her mind.

“You’ve grown bold, my little witch. It’s incredibly sexy. Are you sure you want to continue teasing me? When I break free of these restraints, I won’t hold back, unless you like it when I’m rough with you.”

“You know the answer to that already.”