A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

I'm A Sucker For Pain

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain.

I'm a Sucker For Pain; Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons. feat. Logic, Ty Dolla $ign & X Ambassadors (PS It's the song from Suicide Squad. SO FREAKING EXCITED FOR IT!!!!!!)

Finally after a week of hell for both Beth and the sex deprived Mac, she was done with her period. Beth was so relieved to stop cramping up and craving every junk food ever invented. Mac was glad because now they could fuck. And Mac had something very special planned for them.

Mac emerged from the shed wearing his jumpsuit tied around his waist, wiping his hands off with a red rag. He knew Beth was inside doing the dishes from breakfast. Just where he wanted her.

He headed into the house and saw Beth in the kitchen, bent over the sink as she washed the remaining pan. She had no idea what he was planning. He walked over to her, and when he was behind her, he covered her eyes with his hands.

Beth smiled and leaned against him. "Hey babe. What's up?" She asked.

"Come with me." He growled in a low voice. The voice that made her go crazy. "Now."

Beth swallowed as Mac's hands left her eyes and wrapped around her wrist. He led her out of the house and to the shed. When they were outside the door, Mac paused and turned to Beth. He withdrew a blindfold from his pocket, smirking at her. Beth's breath hitched as Mac situated the cloth over her eyes, trapping her in darkness. It had her wet in just seconds.

Mac opened the door, allowing the blistering hot air out of the dark space. Beth was pushed inside, and her bare feet slapped against the cool cement floor. It was extremely hot in the dark shed, but it just made her more aroused. She'd wanted sex too for a long time and now she's finally be given her release.

Mac slammed the door shut and grabbed Beth's hands roughly, and seconds later the familiar cold sensation of the handcuffs wrapped around her wrists. She let out a soft whimper, knowing this was going to be good. Mac chuckled and leaned forward, his hot breath on her cheek. "Yer drippin', ain't ya?" He asked, dragging two fingers up her side.

"Uh huh." Beth panted.

Mac chuckled again, and Beth felt his rough hot tongue drag up her cheek. "I love watchin' ya drip for me. Ya know what I wanna do to you?" He demanded, his rough palm resting against her other cheek.

"Wh-what?" She whimpered.

"I wanna torture you." He murmured. Beth moaned, her legs weak as he grabbed the chain between her hands. "What're you to me?" He demanded.

"I-I'm a slave to your game." She whispered.

"Why?" Mac asked in a soft growl, leading her towards the center of the room.

"I'm a sucker for pain." She sighed.

"Ya know what I wanna do to you?" He growled. Before she could answer, Mac lifted her hands, and her chain caught on something, keeping her hands up and her feet were off the floor. Though she couldn't see it, she was now hanging from a large hook in the center of Mac's shed. "I wanna chain you up. And tie you down. And you'll let me, why?"