A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Reward

Cleaning the entire kitchen was a nightmare. Everywhere Beth turned there seemed to be new garbage. Flies were bothering her, hitting her in the arms, legs, neck, face; wherever there was exposed skin, the flies would hit it. She tried shooing them away, but after the first few times she started to ignore them. Mac was nowhere to be seen, which scared Beth a little. She didn't know what to expect. She was hoping that he wouldn't jump out and scare the shit out of her. She tried to keep her mind off of it as she threw away dirty plates, old pieces of food, and she even found articles of clothing. She picked up a black, lacy bra, wondering who his last victim had been, and where she was now. She wasn't free, that was sure. Otherwise Mac would be in prison. So they had to be...dead. She shivered, setting the bra in the trash bag.

It took nearly all day to clean, but Beth finally managed to clear all of the counter space. The space that she had cleaned was covered in stains. She hoped Mac wouldn't mind those. Then Beth bent down, grabbed the garbage bags, and made her way towards the door.

"I'm gonna go throw these away!" She called, not knowing where Mac was. She wasn't even sure if he was home at all. Just as she opened the door and stepped outside, she saw a red truck pulling up. She froze, not knowing if it was Mac's or one of his friends. She sometimes heard him talking to someone on his cell, often times about her. But Mac never classified her as his hostage or sex slave. He often times called her his...girlfriend. She just assumed that he didn't want his friends to know that he kidnapped women.

Mac hopped out of the truck, looking pissed as always. "The hell are ya doin'?" He demanded, walking over to her. Beth swallowed and lifted the garbage bags.

"Taking the trash out." She stuttered. She couldn't be in the wrong, right? After all, Mac did tell her to clean up.

Mac said nothing, just stepped inside and took a glance around the kitchen. It was much cleaner than before, though a few stains were on the counters. He knew those wouldn't go anytime soon. But it made his day better. "Good job." He muttered, turning to her with a smirk on his face. "Wanna celebrate?"

Beth's breath hitched. No, not again...

Mac stepped closer to her, grabbing her wrist and dragging her into the bedroom. She whimpered a little, letting Mac throw her onto the bed. She crawled away from him, trying to keep her legs closed, but he dragged her back to him by her ankles, keeping them wide apart.

"Don't do this, please," Beth begged. "Please don't."

"Quiet." He growled, pulling his boxers down her legs, then making her sit up as he removed the wife beater. She was naked again. "Lay on your back." He ordered. Beth didn't. She didn't want to. Why was he so sexually driven? Then Mac forced her onto her back, making her squeak. Then he pried her legs apart.

"Stop! Not again! Please no!" She sobbed, watching as Mac unzipped his camouflaged coat and tossed it to the side.

"Quit whining, bitch." He muttered, tossing his torn up jeans to the side, as well as his boxers and wife beater. Then he once again pried her legs open, and before Beth knew it, he shoved his face between them. He didn't hesitate before he started lapping at her lips, dragging his tongue quickly over the sensitive little nerve that was her clitoris. She gasped in surprise, almost certain that he was going to fuck her, but instead, he was being gentle. She hesitantly let her legs open up a tad bit more, letting him have more access.

"Knew you'd like this." He muttered, using his hands to spread her legs farther apart. Then his tongue started moving faster over her, and she let a small moan out. She knew there was no point in fighting it; last time she'd had this happen she tried to hate it, but ultimately failed. So why fight a second time when she knew the outcome wasn't going to be different? She let out an airy moan, reaching down and tugging Mac's hair between her fingers. He growled, and the vibrations from the growl made her thighs quiver. She tugged again, and in response he nipped roughly as her lips, making her hips jerk. And God did she love it.

"Again," she panted, tugging his hair again and earning another nip.

"That's a good little whore." He growled, sitting up and pulling away from her sensitive skin. She whimpered, wanting more. But Mac had other plans. He crawled up her body and took a nipple into his mouth, making Beth gasp again as his seemingly skilled tongue worked her nipple into a hard little nub. Then he nipped at it once again, and Beth felt herself quiver. She was so close, she wanted her release. While lapping and sucking at her nipple, Mac's hands leaned down and grabbed her ass, squeezing tightly.

"Damn baby. Ya got a fantastic ass." He mumbled against her breast, before burying his face between her breasts. She let out an airy moan, just as Mac pulled away completely. Then he laid down on his back. "Get over here." He growled, and Beth couldn't help but glance at his penis. It was laying stiff and hard against his stomach, and it was the first time she'd seen it hard. Yes she'd seen it before, but usually when it was limp or covered by jeans or boxers. She hated to admit it, but it was an impressive length. "C'mon I ain't got all day." He muttered, getting impatient.

Beth crawled over, her mind still in a clouded, lustful state. She straddled his stomach, watching as Mac used his hand to position his leaking shaft against her entrance. Beth found, to her surprise, that she was excited for this. She wanted to ride him, to be in charge for once. She slowly sank down onto his shaft, letting her arousal roll down his length. It felt different. All the other times this horrible organ had been inside her had been unpleasant. This time, though it was by no means comfortable, it was bearable. It may have been due to the fact that she was already in a lustful state, and she was itching to release herself. Or it could've been that she liked it.

"Shit, ya gotta move." He growled, grabbing her hips and starting to lift her, up and down. Beth took over from there and placed her hands on his chest, scrunching the hair between her fingers and slamming her eyes shut. She rolled her hips a little, and Mac threw his head back, growling at the sensation. Beth started lifting and lowering herself on his penis, feeling the tip hitting her cervix wall. She bit her lip, not to muffle a scream or cry, but to muffle a pleasurable groan. She felt sweat starting to bead at her hairline, and Mac's chest was already glistening in the salty liquid. "Damn, fucking love watching the girl's bounce like tha'." He panted. Then he suddenly leaned up, clamping his teeth around her breast, and Beth let out a scream as the pain and pleasure combined and went flushing out, along with her orgasm. She clamped unbelievably tight around him as her juices ran down her legs and down his shaft.

Mac had frozen, feeling her climax running down his dick. His dick was still hard, but now it was further away from a climax then when it had started. Beth collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily from the intense orgasm. Mac laid still and silent, letting her catch her breath. He was still inside of her, though now he was softening. He had assumed that she had only agreed to ride him because he made her, and that she would've been scared to see what would've happened if she'd refused. But now she just came all over because of his cock. He wasn't eating her out, he wasn't messing with her clit as she did it, he hadn't forced her to come; she just came on her own free will. It was a strange and new feeling. Not many girls came on him, mostly because when he fucked the hookers at the bar he made sure to pull out before he came inside them. He wasn't sure if they were on birth control or not, but he didn't want anyone remotely similar to him running around.

Beth finally composed herself enough to sit up, sweat clinging to her forehead and making her hair stick. A piece of it was stuck on her bottom lip, and Mac had to admit that it was a sight. Which he hated himself for. Beth sat away from him, pulling off of him and collapsing at his side, closing her eyes as exhaustion overcame her. Mac was still laying there, trying to comprehend why that had just happened. He glanced at the sleeping girl to his right. When he decided to reward her, it was to show that he was in charge, and would always turn around and be painful. He had wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel weak. But she went against his plans. His plans were to make her close to an orgasm, make her ride him, (which would've made her embarrassed) and then when she wasn't fast enough to get on him, he'd bend her over and take the final virginity. But she had went along with it. She wasn't slow enough for that to happen, and if anything she seemed eager to do it. Was he changing her? Corrupting her? Brainwashing?

Uneasily, Mac rolled onto his back and pulled the sheets over his waist, listening to Beth's quiet snores. Then she mumbled something under her breath and scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face between his shoulders. He jumped a little at the gentle touch, but slowly relaxed. Then he closed his eyes, letting himself drift off as the gentle, young girl held him.