My Unholy Obsession

Chapter 33 - Ella

- Mature chapter -

I woke up to the feeling of something warm touching me, something wet.

My eyes fluttered open, trying to get a good look at what was happening. Everything was a blur for me still, maybe I had to much wine last night, who knows.

"Good morning, amore." Lucifer whispered, kissing my cheek.

"Good morning, dickhead." I replied, still half awake.

I tried to wrap my arms around him and pull him in for a kiss but I realized my hands were tied above my head, making me unable to move. I was finally able to see well enough, this was his playroom.

"I said I would give you something special yesterday, you fell asleep as soon as we got home before I could get to you."

'Holy shit, am I finally getting his dick now?'

"But." he continued, massaging one of my breast in his hand.

'My least favorite word.'

"You have to earn it." he finished.

"How am I supposed to earn it?" I asked.

"Just take what I give to you for now, then when I'm done, you have full freedom to do what you feel will pleasure you more."

'I get to do anything? That sounds fun.'

"Okay, deal then. How lo— oh god." I tried to ask before getting cut off by my own moans.

Lucifer hadn't waited before he latched straight onto one of my nipples, sucking on it like it was his last time to ever do this. His hand ran up my body, pinching my other nipple. He started twisting it, making me more wet then I already was at the touch.

He detached his mouth from my nipple, moving onto the other one. Damn, this man really knows how to make a woman feel good. Kinda sad to know that he probably practiced this with other women before me.

Lucifer finished the attack on my nipples, looking down at me, "Fuck, you're just so beautiful."

My heart always melted at his stupid words, I hated admitting that for some reason. I never felt so submissive around anyone, even during my one-night-stands.

He walked to the end of the bed where my feet were also tied up. He climbed on the bed and sat down in between my wildly open legs, taking a look at my visible pussy.

"You're dripping already and I haven't even touched you here yet," he peacefully said, teasing my clit with his finger, "Does my teasing cause this, do you like what I do to you?"

"Yes, Sir." I breathed out, feeling his finger travel its way to my core.

He gathered the wetness my pussy had provided, using it as a lubricant. His fingers slid inside me, it was the best fucking feeling. He slowly pumped them in and out of me, already close to bringing me to an orgasm.

His pace quickened little by little. My moans filled the room, I couldn't keep quiet at all. His hands were to good to resist, he was to good to resist.

Eventually, he got way faster than I was expecting. It felt so fucking good, I needed him to keep going. My legs were shaking as he kept fingering me. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head, I could feel the orgasm coming.

"Sir, please.." I whimpered.

"Please what, amore?"

"S-slow down."

Instead of slowing down, he only went faster. I squeezed tightly onto the rope that held my wrist together, moaning with pleasure.

I could feel myself tightening around his fingers, letting him know that I was really close by now.