Lucifer's Love

Chapter 43

M E R C U R Y  L I A L I A

The punishment was done quickly and the aftermath of it as well. Now I sit in my office, trying to focus on the paperwork that needs to be done, but no matter how hard I try I can't focus on anything but Lucifer. The face he made as he spanked them engrained into my brain, that has my cock crying for attention.

I shake those thoughts away and look back at the papers on my desk in vain once again. I lean back, turning towards the floor to ceiling windows in my office and looking over the garden. James is there with most of the other boys. From what I can tell Lucifer and Fjord Is missing. I look closer and shake my head, as Fjord walks into the garden balancing a plate of cookies and drinks for everyone. I keep telling him to not carry so much, but he refuses to take two trips, something about him not being a pussy.

I watch them sit and play around with each other under the watchful gaze of Mitel and Ethan. I know why Ethan acted out and allowed Noah and Jackson to as well. Simply put they wanted the punishment from Lucifer. That's just how those three operate.

They're subtly bold when it comes to getting what they want. They won't outright ask, but they will do something that will directly go against your rules. I saw all the pictures they took of them drinking, to 'accidentally' show Lucifer.

Fjord and Mitel are more direct with what they want. They'll ask you straight up, even if they get embarrassed by it. Cistel and James are just so sweet and attentive. They show what they want and let you pick up on it, then you'll give it to them, then there's me.

I don't know how to go about getting what I want. Hell, I don't even know what I want. Liar. My brain tells me, but I shake my head. He would never do that for me.

I want him to take care of me. Really take care of me, but I'm to big to want something like that. Yeah, I've called him Daddy once or twice, but he probably thinks that's just a name for him, but I want the real thing.

I want him to take care of me. Give me that security that I never got, but I won't force him to do something like that. The knocking at my door snaps me out of my thoughts. "Come in." I call out and a smile graces my face at the pretty boy in front of me.

"Hi, Sir." Fjord says and I motion for him to come closer.

"Hello, beautiful. What can I do for you?" I lock onto his piercing eyes, and brush a couple of stray strands of hair out of his face.

"I just missed you." He climbs into my lap, inhaling my scent and I relax back into my chair. Sometimes, I feel bad about all the secrets I keep from these boys, but it's for the best. I don't want them to change the way they view me.

"I've missed you too." I keep my hands on his lower back, tracing light patterns on it. Fjord came one year before Lucifer and he blended right in with us, I don't know how we managed without him. I kiss him gently, before making my way down to his neck and loving on it, causing breathy moans to leave his lips.

I pull away, staring into his lustful eyes, with a smile. "I love you." He whispers, pressing his lips back to mine.

"I love you too." I tell him and he climbs down off my lap, moving towards the door.

"Okay, I will leave you to work now. I think I've distracted you enough." He giggles, looking at me over his shoulder and I want to gasp in awe at how beautiful he looks.

"Make sure you behave." I teasingly warn him.

"No promises." He says, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he runs out of the office, closing the door behind him. I can still hear his muffled giggles. I turn to the work in front of me, sighing at it.

I head to my room for a much needed soak in my tub. When I came back to this house, I completely redid it, all except that room of course. That room was to painful to look at, much less plan to remodel the whole thing, so I left it untouched.

I inherited the houses and all their businesses after they died, which was a shock to be honest, I thought they'd give it to my brother. Cian Lialia is a dick, to frankly put it. He thinks the world revolves around him, and it drives me nuts.

Growing up, my parents fawned over him, even though we were in the same caste. Everything about us was the exact same, except that I look more like the whore that my father slept with. My mother was devasted obviously, her husband sleeping with a maid, and my father was guilty, so he shut me out and doted on his 'real' kid.

He let that woman do all sorts of things to me and sometimes he'd join in, but when I turned 18, I left and never looked back. I went to the occasional family gathering and of course they were there, trying to get me to come back home with them, but I firmly refused.

I went to college, for my degree and made a name for myself. I don't know what my brother ended up doing, but it couldn't have been good if I got everything in the end. Sometimes I would see him on TV, but I stopped watching cable TV years ago.

Once the tub was filled and I was washed off completely, I climbed into the hot water, with a sigh, letting it completely relax me. My eyes shut and I allowed my brain to turn off, so I can relax fully. An hour later, I get out, avoiding the mirror. I hate looking at my body after a bath, the scars are more prominent.

I slip into a sleeping shirt and leave the rest bare. I plan to take a quick nap before dinner, so that way I can work into the night, to get ahead on this paperwork. I close the curtains, allowing it to envelope my room in total darkness, before I turn on my night light. To others it's just a string of lights that I turn on instead of the big ones, but really it's my night light.

I sink into the cool silky sheets and then I drift off.