“What would you have me do for you, my queen?” he murmured.
I shivered in anticipation. I’d suspected he was enjoying this earlier, but now I knew for certain. Excitement radiated off him, and there was no denying his body’s physical reaction. It was hard not to get distracted by the perfect jut of his cock, and now that he was close, I could see a pearly drop just as it spilled fromthe tip. I wanted to dip down and catch it with my tongue, but that wasn’t the point right now.
“Stroke yourself, but don’t you dare come.”
“Wouldn’t you rather I do something to you?”
It was my turn to raise a brow. “I told you what I want. Are you giving up already?”
“No, my queen.” Palm encircling his cock, he began to stroke the length in a slow, measured glide. The way his jaw clenched, it was obvious he was already struggling.
“Faster, Luc. Roll your palm over the crown. Make yourself feel good.”
“You told me not to come,” he gritted out.
“Exactly. Be my good boy and ride the edge for me, Luc.”
A full-body shudder worked down his spine, his face flushing at the hint of praise. It was then I realized the truth: all Lucifer ever wanted to be was good. Those were words he never got to hear. It was always the opposite; he was reminded how wicked he was. I smirked at the revelation.
My devil had a praise kink.
He let out a gasp as I crouched in front of him, my eyes on his.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Good. So good.”
“You are. You’re doing so well for me. So good in every way.”
I slid one fingertip over his slit, collecting some of the precum that dripped from him. His answering moan was stifled. “Oh, now that won’t do. I need to hear you. How else will I know you’re desperate for release?”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, that sensual flush now covering his chest.
“Mmm, yes. Just like that. You sound so fucking perfect right now, Luc. Give me more.”
His eyes were locked on mine, that yearning he spoke of earlier so potent it nearly sent me toppling over. Lifting my hand to my lips, I sucked the glistening evidence of his desire off my finger, moaning at the burst of salt and musk that was distinctlyhim.
“Oh, Merri, please. I can’t.” His hand stopped moving as his swollen cock twitched and bobbed, on the edge of orgasm.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Luc. I’m so proud of you.”
He sucked in a breath, head dropping as he trembled on his knees before me.
“You can do it. I know you can. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Show me. Prove that I’m the one in control.”
Palm wrapped around his length, he made an attempt to slide over the throbbing flesh, but had to stop, gasping as his balls visibly tightened.
“I can’t. I’ll come.”
The truth of his statement washed over me in a tidal wave of lust and need. Suddenly I didn’t want to play games anymore; I just wanted to take care of my mate. Maybe that made me weak, but I really didn’t fucking care.
Wrapping my hand around his, I helped him resume his measured strokes.
“M-Merri,” he stuttered, fevered eyes finding mine.