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"I don't know..." I trail off.
Oh, fuck! What now? How the hell do I diffuse this?
"Why not?" He's honestly curious.
I shift uncomfortably against him. "I don't like pain."
"Who said it would be painful?"
Aren't nipples piercings usually uncomfortable to start with?
I pause for a moment, confused. "I thought..."
"Oh, there are ways of making it far less painful than you think." He tweaks my nipples gently." I could even make you enjoy it, if you wanted."
Well, that would certainly make it less frightening.
I bite my lip again, an idea suddenly popping into my head. This entire marriage is based off my mother's failed deal. Maybe I can use a deal to my advantage. If I have to go through his evil plan, maybe he does, too.
"I...I have an idea." My heart is racing at my plan.
"Oh? And what would this idea be?" He's happy now, excited that I'm willing to go along.
"Say I was interested in doing your thought. About getting pierced."
"Yes?" I can hear the excitement in his voice. He presses his palms against my nipples, making me shiver from the cold.
"I thought...maybe we could make it fair. Even." My gut twists in worry.
He never stops teasing my breasts. "How so?"
Thank God. He's going along with it.
"Like...if I get a piercing, you get one, too." My stomach does a back flip as I wait for his answer.
He laughs, the sound inhumanly beautiful and impossibly seductive. "Oh, Amelia! That is an idea!"
I squirm again. Now I've really done it.
He pulls me close, his lips pressing against my neck. "I love it. Do I get to pierce you?"
I relax a bit, relieved that he's not angry. "I-I suppose so. Only if I get to do the same to you."
Whoa! Where did that come from?
He groans and he lays back into our bed, pulling me with him. I'm locked against him, laying on top of his body, staring up at the ceiling.
He kisses my neck again. "I love it. Piercing each other. What a way to bind us together."
Indeed. What better way to let others know you're taken than showing them your matching monogrammed nipple rings?
"It's a deal, then. You and I will have so much fun with this, Amelia. I can hardly wait." He pauses for a moment, and I feel another risqué idea coming on. "You know...we still have to consummate this marriage of ours. As far at the world's concerned, we're still not properly married yet."
I scowl. Yes, I know we're not but I've been promised the night off and I intend to have my own time tonight. I try to squirm away, but his hands fly to my breasts, freezing me in place. Damn his touch. It gets me every time.
"What do you say, Amelia?" He croons in my ear as he massages my breasts. "I know how tired you are, how exhausted. How about a nice, quick fuck to seal the deal? It'll be fast and easy, and you can straight back to sleep once we're finished."
Surprisingly, the idea is a welcome one. That damned spark of lust is back, only now it's grown into a small campfire. It makes me squirm again and I try to quell the need building between my thighs. But my attempts are in vain. At nineteen and with no sexual experience aside from giving blowjobs, my hormones are begging me to give in. They want to know what it's like to have my body ravaged and find that warm place of bliss I've had to find myself for so long.
What's the matter? they ask. Why not let someone else do the work for once?
I sigh to myself. Fine. A quick fuck should be enough to drown the fire in my veins.
"Okay," I whisper.
"Excellent!"
Lucifer rolls us over so that my face is pressed into the sheets. He slides off me and rears up, gripping my hips so my ass is lifted off the bed. I move my arms under me so I'm somewhat supported.
His chilled palm caresses the bare flesh of my ass, the cold making me shiver.
"Amelia, you are a delight to stare at."
His hand moves from my butt, slipping lower. His fingers brush my thighs, sending a fresh flurry of shivers coursing through my body. The move higher, slipping between my labia and gently stroking the entrance to my body. My toes curl involuntarily and my breath hitches in my throat.
I hear his muffled laugh behind me. "And so damn responsive. You're going to be so much fun to break."
I twist my fingers into the bed sheets and exhale loudly. I want this -- my body's practically begging for it -- but I hate the way he draws things out just to mess with me.
His fingers move without warning, sinking into me and gently stroking me from the inside. I freeze, the small bubble of fire in my belly growing into a full-blow inferno. God, that feels good! His fingers massage and caress my favorite spot, making me tremble and relax a bit.
Silently, I damn my family for never explaining the basics of sex to me. Mom had pulled me out of every sex ed class available, knowing that knowledge like that might diminish my chances of arriving to Lucifer a virgin. Even masturbation was something I had to discover out of my own curiosity. If I had known it would feel like this, I'd have pounced on my high school crush long ago.
Toying with my body was a good card for him to play. I'm moaning softly now, swaying my hips back and forth, begging him for more attention. He laughs again but acquiesces, pressing harder against my sweet spot. I drop my head into the pillow and groan into the softness. He certainly knows how to please a girl, I'll give him that.
"I think you're ready." He withdraws his fingers without warning, making me whimper. "You're full of surprises, Amelia. Arguing with me one moment, begging me for more the next. I'll have to teach you how to be more of one and less of the other."
I feel the bed dip as he shifts forward. The smooth flesh of his cock replaces his fingers, resting against my pussy, poised for action. It's as cold as the rest of him, but harder than steel and covered in soft, silky skin. The memory of sucking him off floods my mind for an instant, and I shift my hips against him.
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