“Luc, what are you doing?”
He lifted his golden head, the hair covering his eyes falling away from his face so I could take in all of his painfully beautiful features. “You always insist this is only about me having power over you. So here, take it. Have your way with me. I already told you, Merri. I’m yours for the taking. When it comes to me, you can have whatever you desire.”
The absolute audacity of this man.
He hit me right where I lived. Giving over control, making himself vulnerable, was the one thing I never expected the devil to do. And here he was, on his knees for me.
I bit down on my bottom lip, contemplating his offer. It wouldn’t be the first time a man asked me to take control. But it might just be the first timeIgot off on it. The thought of Lucifer bound and at my mercy? Phew. It was enough to set my panties ablaze.
“Okay.”
I didn’t realize I’d spoken until I caught the flash of victory in his gaze.
“I’m at your mercy,” he forced out, voice thick with lust, “my darling.”
Giving in to the fantasy, I reached down and caught his chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting his head back so he could do nothing but stare into my eyes as I corrected him. “Queen.”
A smirk turned up one corner of his lips. “My queen.”
It should be illegal for two words to have that much power over me, but fuck me, they did. It was all I could do not to sway as I held his gaze and plotted my next steps. I had to test him, see how long he’d be able to keep this up. Lucifer was all dominance, very little submission. When he’d been acting as Cole, his passive behavior had been nothing more than a skillful performance to meet his own goal.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
He did. No words passed his lips, and his eyes never left mine.
“Strip. Slowly and with no magic to help.”
This time he managed to keep his features schooled, but there was no missing the amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying this. But I couldn’t tell if it was because he was getting his way, i.e., getting me to play his little game, or if it was something else.
Without a word he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as his skilled fingers made easy work of the task. Heat rushed to my cheeks as bits of smooth skin were exposed. It shouldn’t have been so titillating, the slice of bare chest on display, but then again, I played this game often with my clients. A flash of skin, a peek of cleavage, the promise of more if they were good. I’d never been on this side of it before.
He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor before reaching for his waistband, but I stopped him with a sharp, “Fold it.”
He quirked a brow but did as I asked, looking to me for direction once he was finished.
I gestured to the spanking bench with my chin. “You can set it there.”
I’m not ashamed to say I ogled him as he sauntered to the bench. His back was broad and defined, the muscles moving in a mouthwatering display of masculine beauty.
He turned around, ready to come back to me, but I stopped him with a shake of my head.
“Take off your pants. I want you nude before you return.”
He did just that, my mouth going dry as he worked the zipper down. This was absolutely sinful. Who needed porn? Just have a hot man do your bidding. Boom. When he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his slate-gray trousers, my breath hitched. I should not be this turned on. He hadn’t even touched me. But I swear it felt like I was seconds away from combusting.
From the cheeky curve of his lips, the fucker knew it too.
After he’d folded his pants and set them on top of his shirt, his gaze returned to mine. He must have removed his socks and shoes while I’d been distracted—or maybe he was never wearing any because dreams—either way, he was as nude as the day he’d been created.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
“So I’ve been told.”
“Come here.”
He took one step, but I stopped him, remembering my goal here. “Not like that. Crawl to me, Lucifer.”
Anyone who says a man giving up control isn’t sexy has never seen Lucifer Morningstar drop to his hands and knees. I knew I was the one in charge, but the way he looked at me as he gracefully closed the space between us had me ready to do very bad things. Very bad things indeed.