A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

The Lab

For the next few days, Mac had been ignoring Beth. At first, Beth was thrilled and relieved, and she gave thanks to God. But after the second day of not touching her in some perverted way, she was confused with Mac. He would go about his day as is she wasn't even there. He let her roam around, let her wear clothes, hell even going outside was no longer off limits. Beth continued with her days in silence, too. By the fourth day of being ignored, Beth found that her core was throbbing with something. Need. Want. She was surprised that she wanted Mac, despite him being horrible. She wanted an orgasm caused by him again. She wanted him to tie her to the bed again, and for him to have his way with her. She didn't care if it was with his penis or his tongue, she just wanted him inside her. To give her the release she'd been craving. Why didn't he want her?

She was sitting on the couch, watching the news, (she was still the top story, but there were no leads) when Mac came home, walking rough the front door. He went into the kitchen, finding a ham and cheese sandwich and some potato chips for him. He said nothing as he picked up the food and walked into the living room, finding Beth laying on the couch. She was on her back, legs slightly apart, and hands laying across her stomach. Yes, she was trying to entice him into having sex with her.

Mac sat down without comment, taking a bite of the sandwich and watching the news with her. Beth bit her lip a little, watching Mac with large, liquid blue eyes. She spread her legs apart a little further. Mac didn't look at her, and started on his chips. A little annoyed by his lack of attention, she used one of her feet and slowly rubbed her foot up his thigh, towards his crotch. Mac finally looked down at her foot, then up at her.

"The fuck do you want?" Ah, there was the old Mac.

Beth smiled lightly, pressing her toes to his crotch. "You."

Mac suddenly grabbed her leg and tossed it off of his lap, getting up and heading into the kitchen. Beth sat up, confused. Why was he refusing sex? Before he would've fucked her without hesitation.

"You're comin' with me to my cave today." He grunted. On his way home from the caves for lunch, he noticed two cops knocking on a door, and one of them was holding a slip of paper. He didn't want them coming here and finding Beth. He'd get thrown in jail for sure, and he knew what those prisoners did to guys like him.

"Ok." Was all Beth said, her legs still far apart on the couch. She was still only wearing his boxers and a wife beater. Though now she had her shirt lifted up a bit.

"C'mon. The sooner we get there the better." He muttered, grabbing his car keys. Beth stood up too, purposely bending over and exposing her breasts. He took no notice. Why was she so keen on having sex with him? He'd hurt her so many times, so why would she want him?

They got into Mac's truck and started down the road. The truck was silent, faint country music was playing on the radio. Beth was leaning against the window, chewing her lip while still eyeing Mac with lust in her eyes. He ignored her for the most part, until she let out a sigh.

"It's so hot in here." She moaned, stretching a little. "Do you mind if I take off my shirt?"

"It ain't your shirt." He muttered.

"So I can take it off?" She asked seductively.

Without waiting for his response, Beth peeled the shirt off, letting her breasts fall out. She let out s sigh and arched her back, making them more prominent. Mac glanced over and bit his lip. He always did like her chest.

"Get yer fuckin' shirt on. We're almost there. Unless ya want Mike and Luke to fuck you." Mac growled. Beth sighed and turned on her side, facing him while her hand was on her thigh.