Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) by Sarah Bailey (short story to read .txt) 📗

her wet and wanting, fingers brushing over her sex through her underwear.

“Your mouth lies, but this does not. You like this. You want me to punish you.”

“No, I don’t.”

She struggled against her invisible bonds. This was the second time he’d restrained her, but last time she’d wanted it. Now she was half terrified of what he’d do next.

She heard him click his fingers. She felt the wood on her bare skin, grazing against her nipples. He’d done it again. Stripped her without a second thought.

Pain radiated up her behind when his palm came down, hard.

“Do you think I wanted to watch you with other men? Your body pressed against them whilst you danced?”

Another smack. She flinched, whimpering. His hands weren’t gentle.

This is his punishment. Fuck. He’s going to hurt me because I left him.

“The thought of that prince with his paws on your skin fills me with uncontrollable rage, my little witch. You are not his to touch. Your body doesn’t belong to him nor does any other part of you.”

No. I belong to you. I love you, Lucifer, even if I hate you for what you’re doing to me right now.

Four more strikes, each one harder than the next. Her entire behind radiated with heat and pain.

“Mmm, your skin is blossoming red, but it’s not enough. I want more. I want to brand myself on you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

She lost count of the times he hit her. All she could hear was the sound of his palm smacking against her skin and his exhale with each strike.

“Please, stop, it hurts,” she whispered.

What she didn’t say was her entire body felt tight, needing a release from the pain, from the pulsating in her core. Her arousal trickled down her inner thighs.

“You can beg me, Candace. Beg me to stop, but I know you want this. I can feel it.”

As if to prove it, his fingers ran up the seam of her sex. She whimpered in response, wanting him to fuck her with them. Desperately needing him to give her something more. She wriggled, trying to gain purchase, to encourage him.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice seductive and low.

“You. I want you.”

There was no room left for lies.

“Do you want Lucifer or the Devil?”

“Both. I want both. Fuck. I want all of you. Every part. You have no idea how much I burn for you. Every night I dream of you and wake up hot and wet with need.”

“Do you want that prince? Do you crave his skin against yours?”

She whimpered when he smacked her again.

“No. Shit. Lucifer, no. My body is yours. My fucking everything is yours. Take it all. I’m giving you everything. Just please stop torturing me like this.”

His fingers danced down her back, trailing circles across her skin. She arched up against him as much as she could with her limbs stuck to the table and the floor.

“Come back to Hell with me.”

His demand made her heart crack. It was already shattered, but he was breaking it further.

How is it even possible for my heart to take this much pain?

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

Another smack came. This one stung like nothing else. She cried out, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

“Please, I told you why. It’s my duty. Don’t you understand? I thought this was my prison sentence, but I didn’t know anything. Not until you turned up and placed me in your gilded cage. I’m not free. She put me in chains, but you… you’ve caged me. And fuck… you’re ruining everything just like you wanted. You’ve ruined me for everyone else.”

It was like something snapped between them. One minute his hand was resting on her behind, the next he pressed up against her entrance and slammed into her up to the hilt in one thrust. His fingers dug into her hips, pounding into her with absolutely no mercy. It hurt, but it felt incredible all the same.

Holy fucking hell.

He leant over her, his breath harsh against her face.

“Have I really broken you, my little witch?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

His skin pressed against her heated behind burnt and stung, each thrust dragging his flesh against hers.

“Mmm, I don’t think I have. You’re still denying me. You’re still going to marry that boy. He won’t make you happy. He won’t fuck you like you need. Punish you when you disobey him. He’ll use you until you’ve given your mother what she desires. He won’t care for you. You need me. Need me to fuck you and care for you afterwards like you’re the most precious person in the world. Because that’s what you are to me, my little witch. Precious. You still think I don’t care for you? Haven’t I shown you how much I want you? I left Hell to retrieve you. To bring you home.”

The weight of his words threatened to suffocate her.

He cares about me? How the fuck did this happen? I want to give in. I want to go home with him. I belong to him.

Tears fell down, darkening the wood below her. He thrust harder. The table dug into her hips, but she didn’t care any longer. All she could feel was Lucifer, his heart racing against her back, his power washing over her, inching her towards an earth-shattering orgasm. His fingers curled over hers.

“Tell me you're mine,” he whispered, his voice soft.

“I’m yours.”

“Do you want to know a secret?”

She nodded, unable to speak any longer.

“I wasn’t lying when I told you I’ve never held a woman in the way I hold you. I’ve never wanted a woman in the way I want you. I crave your skin against mine. I crave every part