Capítulo 10: 10
I chew my lip for a moment, considering my options. I'm fairly talented when it comes to sucking men, and Lucifer is someone who loves to make deals. I could use this to my advantage if I play it right.
"Would it mean I get a few hours of reprieve?" God, I hope this works.
He cocks his head to one side, pursing his lips slightly. "Meaning what?"
"Well..." I start off easy, hoping I don't piss him off. "Say I'm not quite ready to consummate our...marriage. If I sucked you off, could I get a few hours to myself so I can adjust?"
He closes his eyes and laughs to himself, shaking his head. "Using sex to bargain with me. You're clever to try, I'll give you that." He opens his eyes again, smiling at me. "If that's what it takes, then yes. Prove to me you're as good as you say you are and I'll give you the night off."
My heart leaps for an instant, then my cautiousness kicks in. He is the master of lies and deals, after all. He could just be saying that to get me to blow him.
I narrow my eyes at him. "How do I know you're not luring to me?"
He scoffs, placing his hand across his chest. "Ye of little faith in me!"
Damn straight. I know better.
He shakes his head again. "Amelia, I have no reason to lie to you. You're my wife now. If I wanted to, legally I could just toss you over this bench now and fuck you like a madman. But I don't. I know that going from an innocent college girl to a queen isn't an easy task to achieve."
I nod. How true that is. Giving up my family and friends will be something I'll have to adjust to. I'll never sleep in my own bed again, or have my favorite books with me. That said, at least I'll get to skip my exams and have some freedom from my mother. Okay, so maybe not everything about this will be bad.
"Believe me, I'll give you sufficient time to adjust to your new life with me. But if having our first night off will make things easier for you, then fine." His smile is softer, more sincere than hungry.
A manage to force a smile. "Thanks."
"So we have a deal, then?" He strokes my fingers.
I nod. Indeed we do.
"Good."
He shifts in his seat, forcing me out of his lap. Reaching down, her grips the zipper of his jeans and starts to pull it down.
Why waste any time? We have valuable bj's to give.
As he unbuttons his pants, I try to think of the best way to do this. I'm still fully dressed in a gown that could easily get torn or destroyed if I move the wrong way. I reach down and gather the skirts of my dress and settle awkwardly down to my knees. The carpet under me is soft and lush, made of the same rich velvet as the carpet in the church. No expense was left out for this affair.
He finishes undoing his pants and smiles down at me. "Ready?"
Do I have a choice?
"It's quite a prize you're going to swallow."
Oh boy.
I nod regardless. I have a night to myself riding on my performance.
Ne nods back at me and opens the fly of his pants. Commando, I should have known. His erection springs forth in an instant, tall and proud and ready to go. It's thicker than I'm used to, and points straight to the sky. The flesh is a pale golden tan with thick veins criss-crossing up and down the length. I notice that the veins are black, not blue, which means even his blood isn't normal.
Despite the intimidating thickness and the odd colored veins, it's a stunning piece of anatomy. Michelangelo should have carved his man David with this instead.
"Come on, Amelia," he croons. "You said you were experienced. Prove it."
Oh, a challenge, is it? I scowl slightly in annoyance. He wants me to prove myself. Unfortunately, that's brought my competitive spirit roaring to the surface. Usually, I don't get cutthroat unless it's a dire situation where I have to defend myself or beat mom at a board game. But giving blowjobs is an arena I've fought in before, and I tend to come out the victor. He wants mind-blowing? Then I'll give him mind-blowing.
I suck in one last rational breath before plunging into the masterpiece that is, regrettably, Lucifer. I reach out and caress it lightly, running my fingers over the smooth flesh. It's as cold as the rest of his body, but sturdy as steel. I grip him gently and stroke his length, getting a feel for the task I'm about to take on. My hand barely fits around his girth, and I briefly wonder if I'll even be able to take him.
Yes, you can. Show him what you've got.
My mental pep rally has me fired up. Keeping my hand on him so I can aim better, I lean forward and force his cock into my mouth. I've decided to skip foreplay; I want to prove to him that I'm good enough to bring him to his knees. I swallow him, forcing him as far back as I can. He tastes of honey and cinnamon and campfire smoke and thousand other flavors.
"Holy fuck!"
His temporary loss of control excites me. I've already shocked him a bit. If I can score a perfect ten on this, I'm home free.
I keep my grip on him to hold him still. The last thing I need is to have him flying around when I'm trying to score a bit of freedom.
I start slow, moving up and down at an easy, languorous pace that will relax him. I need him comfortable if I'm going to win this fight. It works, and his hips slide forward as he settles into his seat. I keep up the gentle tempo, wanting to make sure he's well settled before I take him for a spin.
He groans, and his hands reach down to caress my hair. He pulls out a few of my hair pins, letting a handful of strands tumble down to my shoulders. He laces his fingers in my now loosened hair, giving him something to hold onto as I suck him off.
Good. Let's take him for a ride.
I reach down with my free hand and start stroking his balls through the soft denim of his jeans. His body jerks at the contact, and I smile inside knowing I can make him twitch.
Atta girl! Teach him to challenge you!
I pick up the pace a bit, wrenching another groan from his throat. I cup his balls in my hand, molding and rubbing them through his jeans. What's wrong with him? This is way too easy. He's acting like he's never had a blowjob before. I feel like I'm being tested, as if this is just the preliminary round so he can see how much training I need.
The thought annoys me. I don't like being quizzed on a moment's notice. It makes my uncomfortable and irritated. Still, a small part of me wants to know I've got the skill to please the Devil himself, so I keep up the pace and rise to the challenge.
Taking a tiny risk, I gently scrape my teeth along his cock as I pull up. He inhales sharply, and his fingers twist almost painfully in my hair. I keep the pace, wanting to hear him lose control. It's payback time for his little games, and I'm going after everything he's got.
He barks out a laugh. "I apologize for ever doubting you." He strokes my hair. "You can stop now."
Oh no, darling. You're mine, now.
I quicken my pace again, pulling back so I suck on the hard tip. He groans again and twists his fingers into my hair. He tries to pull me off, much to my utter shock, but I give his balls a quick, hard squeeze and he releases me.
"Amelia, stop!" he begs.
Lucifer? Begging me? To stop? What kind of messed-up Twilight Zone did I fall into?
I disregard his plea and continue on towards my goal. He's not going to stop me from winning this. Regrettably, this challenge is also allowing me to blow off a little steam. I'm still pissed at my mother for tossing me into this mess, and taking it out on Lucifer's cock seems the least damaging way to get back at her. For now, he's taken my mother's place as I deal out my punishment.
"I said stop!" He digs his fingers into my scalp. "You've earned your freedom for the night. I don't want to come until I've got you splayed out in my bed."
Oh. That's why he wants me to stop?
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