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"I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your SLAVE..." Jareth, Labyrinth
Detective Chloe Decker slammed our latest suspect face first against the wall, saying briskly, "Anthony Cunningham. You are under arrest for the murder of..."
I stopped paying attention to what she was saying because I was so distracted by her forceful manner in handling our latest "person of interest". As an LAPD detective, Chloe doesn't always have the opportunity to arrest suspects herself, she's usually too busy with the investigation and the actual arrest is handed off to uniformed officers, once a warrant is obtained. So, it's rare that I get to see her handling brutes like this miscreant and making them submit to her. It never fails to fascinate me to watch her so thoroughly dominate our suspects, which are usually much larger and physically stronger than she is.
I also find it incredibly arousing.
Just the thought of her throwing me to the ground, kneeling on my back and cuffing me, or slamming me against the wall and giving me a thorough check for hidden weapons.. Both scenarios are frequent players in my "spank bank", right up there with that infamous scene in Hot Tub High School. It is my deepest, darkest fantasy to have her so thoroughly dominate me like she does the criminals she arrests. I am the most powerful entity on this plane, and I would kneel at her feet and do whatever she commanded without question or hesitation. If only she knew what power she could wield if she so wished.
But, we'd only just become physically intimate, and while she knew I had a list of kinks and fetishes longer than my arm, we were still in the phase of just getting comfortable with each other. Some of my kinks are rather...extreme....and the last thing I want to do is scare her off when I'd only just gotten together with her. We haven't even properly gotten to the "talking and joking about Lucifer's kinks and fetishes" part of our relationship yet, never mind actually working our way through the bloody list. It's one thing to talk and joke about them, but it's another thing entirely to actually do them.
So taken up with thoughts of her slapping me, scratching, biting, kneeling on my back, riding me with her hands round my throat, stepping on my face...that it took me several minutes to realize that the detective had been speaking to me for some time.
"Lucifer?"
I blinked, coming back to the here and now, "hm?"
She gave me a narrow-eyed look, "I was saying, we should get this guy back to the precinct so we can interview him."
"Right." I said, then gestured for her to precede me, "after you, detective." She gave me another frowning look and escorted our alleged perpetrator to the car.
I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath, seeking to calm the uncomfortable arousal that was, as I snuck a look downward, embarrassingly visible. Fortunately, it only took a minute before I was decent again, and I was able to rejoin the detective.
"So," she asked as I got in the car and she started the engine. "Where'd you go back there?"
"What?" I asked.
"You zoned out on me. Where'd your mind go?" she asked again.
I smirked, "where it usually goes, where you're concerned, detective."
"Really?" she gave me a quick half-smile and gently bit her bottom lip. That small gesture sent a rush of heat to my groin. I sucked in a breath and hastily looked away, letting it out slowly in an effort to quell the rising tension in my groin.
"Darling," I warned huskily. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll be completely useless to you when we get back to the precinct."
She gave me another quick look and her eyes widened as she saw what I was thinking written clearly in my expression. Clearing her throat, she focused fiercely on the road and, licking her lips, said, "so, uh, I guess we can discuss that later... meanwhile, let's focus on the case for now."
"Right." I said. I listened with half an ear as she went through the facts of the case, our perp sitting silent in the back. Or, mostly silent, that is.
"Jeez, you two," he complained at one point, "get a room already. This is embarrassing."
Chloe and I exchanged a look, and said in unison, "Shut up, Anthony."
We did our due diligence in processing said perp, got his statements regarding his suspected involvement in the murder we were investigating, duly noted new angles to follow, completed our paperwork, and finally left for the day.
"So," Chloe began as we walked out of the precinct toward my Corvette. "Are you going to tell me why you spaced out while we were arresting Anthony Cunningham?"
"Oh," I answered with a cheeky grin as I opened the passenger's side door for her. "I was simply overcome with lust whilst watching you take down that suspect. I find it unspeakably hot."
She stared at me as I came round to the driver's side of the car and got in, then asked, "Really? You got turned on watching me arrest someone? Why?"
I gave her a level look, the quirked my eyebrows upward. It took her a minute, but she finally caught on and mouthed "oh" as I started up the engine and began pulling out of the parking garage.
"So, um," she cleared her throat. "I...I know you're into...that. Uh," she hesitated, knotting and unknotting her fingers together nervously. "And um... I'm not. Not really. I mean I just couldn't..." her voice trailed off and she swallowed, looking away, then saying in a low voice. "You'll get bored..."
I sighed internally. I shouldn't have been so obvious. I couldn't help it though, not really.
"Chloe, you could never bore me." I finally said firmly. "Look, if it makes you uncomfortable we need never even speak of it."
"No, I...I do want to talk about it Lucifer. I want to understand. I don't want to be so...vanilla all the time." she said, then added, "tonight? Trixie's at mom's... I wanted us to have the night together, you know, to just...be together."
I nodded, "Very well. We'll talk about my various sexual proclivities once we get to the penthouse." I had kept my tone neutral, but the detective wasn't fooled and she gave me a sharp look, but otherwise remained silent.
Once we'd arrived at my place, I immediately went to my bar and poured us both a drink. Not originally a scotch drinker, Chloe had developed an appreciation for it, mainly due to the quality of the scotch I had on hand. Always top shelf for my beloved. And she was, without question.
Even if I hadn't quite found the words to tell her so. At least, not as often as she deserved.
Chloe took a solid slug of the liquor, following it up with a deep breath, visibly steeling herself to broach the subject head-on. "You've never been shy about discussing your....activities. So I've always known you were into the bondage thing. I guess I never really considered what that might mean for us as a couple."
"It needn't mean anything, Chloe, if you're not comfortable with it." I said, then added, "But, just for the sake of clarity, it's not just a "bondage thing". It's Bondage, Dominance/Submission and Sado-Masochism. It can include pain and humiliation if both parties agree to it, but it's mainly a power dynamic based on trust." I shrugged, adding, "It's really just another form of role-playing, in essence."
"Oh. So...you obviously don't need it to get aroused or have an orgasm, so..." she tilted her head, leaving the last word hanging.
"I don't. Not everyone I've taken to my bed had an interest in it. And if you've learned nothing else about me Chloe, you must have learned by now that I'm very flexible as to the desires of my sexual partners." I said, holding her gaze. Then I gave her a cheeky grin and added, "Think of it as ...sort of...naked LARP-ing."
Chloe's brows knitted as she attempted to visualize it, then she snorted in amusement, just as I had intended. Then she studied me intently for a moment before asking, "But, you like that sort of thing, yes?" at my nod, she asked, "Is it because you...tortured souls in Hell...so..." she swallowed.
I closed my eyes. "No." I shook my head. This was a bad idea, talking about this. I should have left well enough alone.
"Lucifer," she said, laying her hand on my arm and bringing me back to the here and now once again. "Look, I'm sorry if I brought up bad memories. And I'm also sorry that I'm not into...that sort of thing....I just don't think I could handle being tied up and beaten by the man I love..."
I sighed, shaking my head in frustration. "But that's not what I.." Putting my glass down, I turned toward her and gripped both of her shoulders gently, adding, "I would never hurt you, Chloe. Ever. I am what is called in the BDSM community a "switch". Meaning I can either be a Dominant or a Submissive, depending upon who my partner is and what they want. But for you Chloe, I would always submit."
She stared at me. "You mean... You.." she gestured to me, then back to herself. "Want me to.. hurt you?"
"If that's what you want to do...but darling, you know you can't actually hurt me anymore. At least, not physically." I answered. "What I really want, what this is all really about, is I want you to be the dominant one. I want you to feel comfortable in doing whatever you want with me and to me, and I want you, Chloe Decker, to finally own your power as a woman and as my lover. As my.... My partner. I want you to let go."
Then I gave her one of my best, most smoldering looks and purred sensually, "I do love a bit of rough sex, darling. The rougher the better. And you know I can take anything you dish out."
She swallowed, then took a hasty sip of her drink. "So...um." she cleared her throat again, and I grinned at her discomfiture. "How...how does this work exactly?"
"Oh, usually there's a safeword involved. If it gets to be too much for either partner, they simply say the safeword and the roleplay ends. Period. You discuss beforehand what kind of scenario you want to play, what kind of context you want your session to be in, and what you want to do during that session." I explained.
"And afterward?" she prompted.
"Aftercare. Depending on how intense the roleplay was, it can involve simply cuddling, caring for them and helping them to come.. back from their role." I answered. Then I asked her, "do you want to try it?"
"Lucifer, I don't..." she began, and I interrupted her, "think of it as another way to work out your frustrations."
"On...you." she said.
"With me. I'm getting something out of it too you know." I said.
"Would I have to dress up in all that leather and spiky boots and...you know, with the whips and stuff?" she asked, teeth worrying at her bottom lip. That never failed to turn me on. And the mental image of her in a leather corset with thigh-high leather boots, whip in hand, made me weak in the knees.
When I managed to breathe again, I said, "Darling, if you did that, I would fall to my knees and worship at your feet."
She stared at me, eyes wide. "You're serious." she breathed.
"I am."
"I...I need to think about this." she said, stepping back to put some space between us.
I stopped her retreat however, gently holding her fast, saying, "don't think about it, Chloe. Go with what your gut urges you to do. This is a visceral thing, at its core. The rules are for safety so things don't go too far, because you humans are so fragile... but...I have no limits. There's literally nothing you can do to truly damage me."
Still, she took a minute to think about it. She wouldn't be The Detective if she didn't. I waited, patiently while she considered everything I'd told her. Finally, she took a deep breath, apparently coming to a decision.
She met my eyes and in hers I saw both concern and interest, and she said, "Okay. What do you want me to do?"
I was slammed roughly against my antique wall face first, arm twisted behind my back. Another hand at the back of my head pushed my face into the wall, which was surprisingly painful. A thrill shot through me at that and I smiled. Even though I was now invulnerable to injury in her presence, my sensitivity to her touch remained the same. This was going to be very interesting.
"Lucifer Morningstar, you're under arrest," The Detective said in her best take-no-prisoners- ball-busting voice. Then she grabbed my other hand, and cuffed both behind my back. Leaning close to my ear, she asked softly, "are you concealing any weapons, Mr. Morningstar?"
Smirking to myself, I answered cheekily, "why don't you check for yourself, Detective?"
"Oh, I will." she said, then ordered, "Spread 'em." and she kicked at the insides of my ankles until my legs were spread as far as she wanted.
I'd seen her do this to more than a few of the suspects she'd arrested, her entire manner brisk and professional. And indeed, she'd fallen into her role automatically. She was a natural.
Once she had me where she wanted me, she put her hands on me, starting with my chest. Slipping her hands beneath my arms from behind, she pressed them against my chest, then smoothed them down toward my waist. Slipping them back up, she withdrew them slightly and smoothed them down my sides, then around and up and down my back. Heat shot through me at every touch, and I swallowed. Her touch was both intimate and still, professional....with just a hint of sensuality. Continuing up to my shoulders, she smoothed down the outsides of both arms, then the insides.
I must confess, I'd never been searched that thoroughly before. The Detective was nothing if not conscientious in her duties. Then she started on my legs. Checking the left ankle, she worked her hands up over my calf, then up and over my buttock, doing the same thing on the other side. By this point I was extremely aroused, which the detective discovered when she slid her hands round to check my pockets in front.
"Well," she breathed, sliding her hand down to find hard evidence of her effect on me. "Looks like you're packing something, Mr. Morningstar. You got a gun in your pocket?"
"No," I said breathlessly as she gave me a firm squeeze. "I'm just happy to see you." I couldn't help a small moan as she squeezed me again, harder this time.
"Are you now?" she asked softly, lips against my ear, her body pressing up against my back and pushing me harder into the wall. Then she bit my earlobe. Hard.
I closed my eyes. Oh, Dad...she was killing me. I needed a moment to remember how to breathe, then I whispered, "Yes."
Then the warm pressure of her body against mine disappeared and I felt bereft.
"Mr. Morningstar," she said briskly. "Do exactly as I say. I'm taking you in for interrogation. But never forget, I'm in charge here. If you resist or disobey in any way, you will be punished. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, detective." I said. I wanted to say "Yes, my Queen." but we weren't quite there yet. But in my heart, that was what she was, to me.
She took a firm grip on my arm and pulled me away from the wall. I had brought a variety of my more exotic....toys... up from where I'd had them stored, and placed them in strategic areas around my bedroom. I then left it up to Chloe to decide how or if she wanted to use them. I had only told her that I'd wanted her to be as rough as she desired. She was in charge, and I was her willing slave.
I was perp walked toward my bedroom and I couldn't help a thrill of anticipation. Would she use the rack? The bed? The floor? What would she do first? I had deliberately not scripted out this scenario, I wanted Chloe to figure out her own comfort level with it first, so I literally had no idea what she would do. I couldn't wait.
When we finally got to my bedroom and she saw the array of...things... I'd added to aid in our play, she did hesitate briefly, then steeled herself and marched me toward what looked like the doorframe of a 12th century monastery....minus the door, and with iron manacles added at the upper corners. In fact, that's exactly what it was. It was a trophy of sorts, one that I'd had for a very long time, modified for my use. How I'd come by it... is a story for a different time.
It stood solidly in the middle of the bedroom, facing the bed, the massive, ancient weathered timbers, black iron bands, chains and manacles giving it the appearance of a Medieval torture device. Or a portal to Hell. In fact, it has been used as both, at various points in my history.
Chloe marched me to this apparatus, bringing me round it to position me facing the bed. Thus far, she'd been carefully behind me and out of my field of vision the entire time, even during the "arrest" portion of our roleplay. And what glimpses I'd had of her were shadowy at best, as the lighting in the main room of my apartment had been dimmed. It had been done deliberately, I knew, as she did not want me to see what she'd decided to wear for our encounter until she was ready for me to. My anticipation for the reveal added additional spice to whet my appetite.
She did not use the manacles. They were mostly for show, though I had used them in the past, mainly when my play involved men. They were too far out of reach for most women to manage, so there were additional rings added along the inside of the framework, all of black iron in keeping with the general aesthetic, that were within easier reach for those that were height-challenged. I did wonder how she'd get me locked up in a proper stretch though. I didn't recall including a stepstool in the array of furniture I'd brought up from storage. It was just as well that she remained out of view. It would have ruined the mood entirely if I'd inadvertently found her solution to be amusing.
I did have to bite my lip to stop the urge to snicker as I heard something solid being dragged up behind me, then her climbing atop it. Ah, yes. I'd forgotten about my "toy chest". It was certainly solid enough to bear her negligible weight. Once the solution was found to her dilemma, she made quick work of unlocking my handcuffs, pulling one arm up and fastening the cuff to an upper ring, then producing a second set to secure the other arm to the opposite side.
Then she came around to face me and my heart nearly stopped as I finally got to see what she was wearing.
She was wearing her police uniform.
Detective Chloe Decker had been a member of the LAPD for more than a decade, the bulk of that time as a plainclothes detective. That meant that the uniform that still fit her like a glove hadn't been worn in several years. She looked amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. This was better, by far, than my original fantasy of her in a leather corset. It not only made my knees weak, it also stole my breath and made my heart pound.
She studied me coolly, tilting her head to the side. Her hair was slicked back into a severe ponytail, and she stood with her weight balanced and her hands behind her back. She looked both strong and delicate: slender and as gracefully made as one of Michelangelo's finest creations, yet clothed in the power of her office as an enforcer of the law. It was one of the things about her that I found the most compelling. And attractive. Yes, her physical beauty was indeed an attention-grabber, delighting the eyes and drawing you closer, but it was her intelligence, her curiosity and yes, the experience she'd gained during her years as a detective on how to handle the worst of the worst....that was what kept you there, to learn more. And it was her heart, her compassion, her capacity to love even me...that induced me to stay.
I shifted my stance a bit and tugged at the cuffs that held me fast, surprised at how solid they were. I could have broken them easily, had they been normal, however these didn't even bend, I discovered as I used a little more force in testing their strength. Interesting. I'd have to ask her how she managed that. There were very few bindings that could actually hold me. And none of them existed on this plane, that I was aware of.
"I told you not to resist," she said, watching me.
I smirked and replied, "Yes, you did. I clearly disobeyed you. What do you plan to do about it?"
"You'll have to be punished," she said, bringing her hands round to the front of her body, revealing the flogger she'd been holding behind her back.
I grinned in anticipation, saying, "be still, my heart." I did wonder if she planned on lashing me with my clothes on or if she would undress me first. I supposed she could cut my shirt and coat off if she didn't want to uncuff me, or she could simply lash my bottom... sacrificing a good suit would be a small price to pay for this though.
"Quiet!" She ordered.
"Make me." I challenged.
"You asked for it," she said with a small smirk. "Time to teach you some manners."
She came closer, close enough that I could breathe in her scent and feel her warmth, close enough that she was nearly touching me. Bringing one hand up, she pressed it against my chest and let it trail slowly downward to my waist, and the belt that held my trousers on. I swallowed, my heart rate rocketing upward as she slowly undid the belt, one-handed- kudos to her for managing it- and then my trousers. Slowly, she dragged down the zipper, carelessly brushing her knuckles over my rock-hard and aching cock. It took only a little push from her for them to drop to the floor and leave me bare-arsed.
Chloe couldn't miss the unmistakable evidence of what she was doing to me, and she gave me a small smirk as she stepped away in order to come around behind me, trailing the leather straps of the flogger lightly over my cock to tease me, as she did. I swallowed audibly, waiting for the first blow.
She started lightly, just brushing the leather over my bum, tickling me, then flicking it lightly at me, sending a thrill up my spine, prompting me to shiver reflexively. Then came a sharp, stinging lash, and I gasped in surprise. Warming to her work, she laid the lash down several more times, hitting harder each time. The pain was exquisite and thrilling, more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before. She stopped when my arse appeared properly warmed, which indeed it was. It throbbed in time with my pounding heart and... Other things.. I curled my hands into fists in their restraints, and dragged in a deep breath.
I felt her hand touch the warm skin of my bum and caress it gently. Then she gave it a sharp slap, making me gasp.
Coming around to face me, she studied me for a moment, checking to see if I was okay. She was new to this, and I understood her concern. To reassure her, I gave her a smoldering look that said clearly that I was loving what she was doing and wanted more. She gave me a small smile and a quiet sigh of relief.
"Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Morningstar?" She asked me huskily.
"What do you think, detective?" I asked in a darkly seductive tone.
"I think I need your clothes off." she said. "If I uncuff you, will you behave?"
"If that is what you desire," I said, a slow grin spreading across my face as I added, "though you may wish to clarify how you'd like me to behave."
Chloe raised an eyebrow and gave me a half-smile, then replied, "Do exactly as I say."
"Always, detective." I said.
Coming round behind me, she again climbed upon the toybox -and I again had to bite my lip to silence my amusement at the mental image that provided- and unlocked the cuffs from the rings in the frame. Once my hands were freed, I raised them to the top button of my shirt, intending to undo it, but Chloe stopped me.
"I didn't give you permission to move." she said. I smiled to myself. She was getting it. I dropped my hands to my sides and waited.
Coming round to face me, she tossed the flogger carelessly onto the bed and, coming close enough to me that ... part of me.. nearly touched her, began slowly unbuttoning my waistcoat, then my shirt. I stood still as a statue and allowed her to do as she would, watching as she removed each cufflink and carefully set them aside. She did not remove the cuffs from my wrists, however. Clearly, she still had a use for them.
When she had undone the last button, my shirt fell open and Chloe placed her hands on my stomach, then moved them slowly upward. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on breathing, concentrated upon the warmth of her hands on my skin, the sensations elicited as she caressed my chest and brushed her thumbs lightly over my erect nipples, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. She was close enough I could feel her breath, the warmth of her body, against my skin, and when I took a deep breath I inhaled the scent of her desire. I wanted her so badly I was trembling with it.
But, I was bound by my word, a stronger binding than anything physical, even the handcuffs she was using. I would do nothing that she did not give me permission to do.
Her hands continued upward and over my shoulders, pushing my shirt and waistcoat off and down my arms, finally leaving me completely bare. In doing so, she had leaned close enough that her belt brushed against my head of my cock, close enough that if she looked up, I need only dip my head slightly to capture her lips. I wanted to. When she looked up and met my eyes, she saw the hunger I couldn't hide, and the minx, she teased me with it. Coming close enough that her breath touched my lips, then retreating just out of reach when I leaned forward to kiss her.
Turning away for a moment, she picked up the flogger again and trailed the soft leather upward over the skin of my belly and chest, saying, "I'm not done with punishing you. I needed your clothes off so I could do it properly. Do not move. Do nothing unless I give you permission. Understand?"
"Yes." I whispered.
"Good." she said. Walking round behind me, she trailed the velvety suede straps lightly over my skin. Then she swiftly laid the lash across my upper back. Hard. I gasped in response, but otherwise stood completely still, savoring the sting. I had told her she could whip me as hard as she wished, for my skin would neither break nor bleed. Not anymore, at any rate. I did wonder what it would have felt like if I was still vulnerable in her presence, and I briefly mourned the missed opportunity to experiment.
The detective gave it a good effort, I'll give her that, finally stopping when she was sobbing for breath. Forty-three lashes, all told. Not bad for a first timer. I too was breathing hard when she stopped, my skin hot and back throbbing. I heard the flogger hit the carpet; apparently she'd dropped it, and the sobbing note in her breaths continued. I tried to glance back over my shoulder, concerned, but she was out of view. Then she touched my back gently, caressing the welts, and drew in a deep, shuddering breath.
When she came back round to face me again, her expression was once more composed. I waited, studying her. She tilted her head, biting her bottom lip, eyes questioning. I nodded slightly, and she relaxed.
Glancing over at my bed, she ordered, "get on the bed. Up against the headboard."
I dipped my head in acknowledgement of her order and climbed onto the bed, sitting on the edge facing her. She raised her eyebrow and I smirked, moving slowly back toward the headboard. I knew what she intended; there were restraint rings upon each corner that she could cuff me to. To my surprise, she crawled upon the bed and followed me, eyes fixed on mine, stalking me like a hungry lioness. We ended up with me pressed against the headboard with her just inches from me, her very proximity a tease and a temptation.
Gently, deliberately, she took first one cuff, then the other, and fastened them to the rings. It was quite a nice stretch; I normally used scarves or ropes with my other partners because the headboard was simply too wide otherwise. For me, it only just worked with the cuffs.
She studied me for a moment, and said, "Now this looks awfully tempting. What shall I do with you first?"
"Whatever you want, darling." I said, smiling.
Her eyes devoured me hungrily, then she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, taking me by surprise. I moaned deep in my throat and reflexively jerked against my restraints, momentarily forgetting them in my desire to have her in my arms. When she pulled back, we were both breathless, and my heart rate had shot into the stratosphere once again.
When she rolled away abruptly and got off the bed I grew worried. Was this too much for her? I had told her from the start that she could stop whenever she liked. She was the one in control of this, of me. We would do nothing that she was not comfortable with. I watched with concern as she turned her back to me and began working at the buttons of her uniform.
"Chloe?" I asked her softly.
"I can't." she whispered, taking off her uniform shirt and dropping it to the floor. She then began working at her belt and trousers, then her shoes, taking them off while sniffling softly. "I can't...I can't keep.. hurting you..."
"It's okay, darling." I reassured her. "I'm okay." Then I got a good look at what she'd been hiding underneath her uniform and added faintly, "actually, no, I'm not... I think my heart just stopped."
She turned and faced me, eyes glistening, and gave me a slight smile, then she struck a pose, showing off the black leather and lace corset and panty set she was sporting. I drew in a shuddering breath, unable to tear my gaze away from the vision she presented. Seeing this emboldened her, and her expression shifted to a wickedly sensual one and she crawled back onto the bed.
When she took my cock into her hand and began stroking, I could do nothing but moan her name. By the time she took me into her mouth, I had lost the power of speech entirely. I was only able to watch her, the sight beautiful to behold, drowning in the sensations that resulted which bid fair to completely short circuit my brain.
I had thought she was having difficulties with the idea of tying me up and torturing me, but apparently she only had difficulties with the kind of torture she was engaging in. Maybe flogging wasn't her thing, but...this? Obviously, she was fine with it. She was certainly doing a masterful job...and she was driving me mad. Particularly when she left off just as I was on the verge of exploding and began nibbling her way up my torso, biting each of my nipples sharply and forcing me to groan her name again. I wanted my hands on her in the worst way, wanted to tangle my fingers into her hair, pull her head down and devour her mouth while fucking her until we both forgot our names.
I could stop it, all I had to do was to say the safeword and she would stop. Literally, all I had to do was cry "uncle". But I was resolved not to do so, though I was sorely tempted. Delayed release was part of the game, and the longer I held out... The sweeter the relief would be when we finally got there.
Curling my hands into fists, I pulled against the handcuffs that held me fast, finding that they held firm despite my putting in a real effort to break them. Chloe watched me, expression clearly showing her appreciation for the muscles that were put on display while I strained against my bonds. She kept at her work, licking, sucking, teasing me to a fever pitch, then backing off just as I was beginning to teeter painfully on the brink. I bit my bottom lip but could not hold back a moan of protest when she stopped.
"Chloe?" I asked her then on a gasp, tugging at them and looking at her, eyebrows raised.
She gave me a cheeky little smile then, answering my unspoken question, "Pure silver alloy. Forged in heaven and blessed by a pure soul. Strong enough to hold a God."
I grinned back, "bravo, detective. I'm well and truly caught....and completely at your mercy." That was definitely a first, for me.
"Yes, you are," she confirmed, leaning close and fastening her teeth onto my nearest shoulder in a playful...and painful...nip. I let a breath out and leaned my head back against the headboard while she proceeded from there to the side of my neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping, sending a thrill of gooseflesh up and down my spine in response to a gentle bite on my left earlobe.
She continued nipping, kissing and sucking my torso as well, working her way downward again. I wondered how long she would torture me. She was incredibly skillful in bringing me to the brink over and over with her hands and mouth.
"Chloe..." I whispered, fighting for breath and sweating as my heart worked overtime. "You know," I said breathlessly. "It seems rather unfair for you to be doing all the work. Care to unlock me and let me take a turn? I promise to do everything you say...unless you want me to, you know, go "off-leash".." I couldn't help waggling my eyebrows at her in emphasis. She snorted in response.
"Oh, I will, eventually." she said, pausing in her ministrations to take a breath, adding, "But I'm not done yet."
"Oh..." I moaned. "Darling, you're killing me. I love it!"
"Well, don't die on me yet." she said, raking me with another smoldering look. "I still need to teach you what it means to be 'rode hard and put up wet'."
Oh...my....
Without any further discussion, Chloe moved to straddle me, though not quite in the way I wanted ... not yet, at any rate. It was coming though, the scent of her desire was unmistakable. I knew she wouldn't deny herself much longer.
And indeed, she did not, though she teased me unmercifully in the meantime while she was working up to it. And by teasing I mean that she drove me absolutely mad, grinding herself against my aching cock, kissing, licking and nipping her way up my chest, raking my back and sides with her nails just hard enough to make me shiver and moan.
She shifted then, and moved impeding fabric to the side, then took hold of my length and guided it toward her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto me until I was fully sheathed within her.
"Chloe," I gasped, mortally afraid that I would completely shame myself and let go just then. I've never gotten to the point where my control would slip but... Well... There's a first time for everything, I suppose, and with Chloe it was not outside the realm of possibility. I managed to hold on however, though it was a near thing.
She started moving slowly at first, rubbing her leather and lace-clad torso against my chest, one hand loosely around the base of my neck, the other raking nails lightly down my back, distracting me just enough to keep me from exploding before she was ready.
But it was building, the tension that precedes release, with every move Chloe made.
She was riding me in earnest now, and my hands itched to grab her hips and help things along but I was still bound. I considered once again crying 'uncle' so that she would release me and I could do as I wished. But coherent thought was becoming virtually impossible. I was drowning in the sensations of Chloe's hand squeezing the base of my throat, the roughness of her corset rubbing against my skin, her teeth biting into my neck, her nails raking my back and sides, her hot breath on my lips as she kissed me deeply while she rode me, the warmth of her body enveloping my cock as she did.
Oh, dear me...
"Chloe," I groaned. "Please..." I couldn't articulate what exactly I was begging her for but... She apparently understood because she picked up her pace.
"You want to let go?" She asked me breathlessly.
"Yes," I panted. "Oh, very much yes!"
She paused then, and gently took my face into her hands. I swallowed, drowning in her eyes and loving the sex-flushed and moist-lipped look of her. I could do this with her forever and count it time well spent. Then she fastened her lips to mine and began moving again, resuming the rhythm that would end in a mutually satisfying crescendo.
"Come on then," she urged, increasing her pace. "Come for me!"
Such was her power over me, that it took very little time for me to do as she commanded. I let go, and was swept away in the flood of sensation as Chloe, in the throes of her own climax, cried out my name and dug her nails painfully into my skin as she shuddered with the force of it. I echoed her cry with her name, starving for breath as I poured myself into her.
It was a few moments before sense returned to either of us. Chloe was collapsed limply against my chest, face buried in the side of my neck, with her arms wrapped around me. I was still pinned to the bloody headboard. As lovely as that had been, I did feel that we'd had enough of that for now. I wanted a turn to tease, and taste and bring her to climax again, and again, and again...
Slowly, she stirred and brushed her lips lightly against my neck until she reached mine and kissed me softly.
She pulled back and smiled gently at me, I smiled back, and said, "Uncle."
She stared at me for a moment, and began laughing. "Okay." She withdrew and I felt bereft and cold without her warmth surrounding me. She was back moments later with the keys and unlocked the cuffs, removing them from my wrists.
I rubbed them, checking them for marks, surprised that the blessed silver hadn't burned me. I made a mental note to ask Chloe what it had been alloyed with, and which of my siblings she'd talked into making the cuffs for her. I had one or two ideas but was frankly surprised she'd managed to get it done at all. Such was her power of persuasion... Either that or whomever she'd engaged to do that thought it a grand joke to create bindings that would actually hold me. I'd have to thank them, whoever they were.
Glancing up, I met Chloe's curious gaze, and a slow, wicked grin spread across my face, and I could feel my eyes flare as I said, "My turn." Then I pounced with a playful growl, prompting Chloe to yelp then laugh as I began both tickling and kissing her until she was breathless again.
I couldn't decide if I wanted her to keep the corset on or if I wanted to feel her bare skin against mine, but after considering it briefly, decided that she needed to be naked. I considered simply tearing it off of her, but she'd looked incredibly fetching in it. It would be a shame to damage it beyond repair. Besides, it had a zipper.
"So," I said softly, skimming my lips down Chloe's neck to the top of her décolletage, "I see you've put my Frederick's card to good use." I began slowly drawing the zipper down while kissing the skin that was revealed.
She hummed in appreciation of my ministrations, tangling her fingers through my hair as I continued downward, saying, "glad you approve."
"Oh, I do." I grinned as the zipper reached the end of its run and the corset fell open, revealing her lovely breasts. "Feel free to buy out the entire bloody store, love." I bent down to gently kiss one of them while caressing and toying with the nipple on the other. Her breath caught as I drew one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked it hard, then did the same with the other. Then I resumed my downward progress toward my ultimate goal.
I stroked my hands down her sides while kissing my way down her midline, hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties and pulling them off. Caressing her calves, I took one of Chloe's legs and draped it over my shoulder, rubbing my stubbled cheek against the inside of her knee, then gently nipping it. I grinned at the squeak that it drew from her, and repeated that maneuver with the other leg, which resulted in a soft moan. I continued licking and nipping the sensitive skin of her inner thighs while she gasped and squirmed, nibbling around my ultimate goal but not going there just yet.
I touched her gently, running my fingers through her warm, wet folds, stroking and teasing, playing her like an instrument and enjoying immensely the sounds I drew from her as a result. She was still dripping with my spunk and her own juices, and I was absolutely going to feast on her. Another teasing nip to her inner thigh had her shudder in response, then I bent to my work, running my tongue from bottom to top, then flicking at her clit before pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it.
Her reaction was electric. She arched her back and cried out, fisting her hands painfully into my hair and grinding my face into her mound, nearly smothering me. I continued with my ministrations, licking and sucking, losing myself in the varying textures, flavors and scents that resulted from our mingled essences. I slipped a finger in whilst sucking and flicking at her clitoris, finding the spot that had her coming apart entirely, trembling and crying out my name.
I simply watched, adoring every second of her dissolution. In the time it had taken for me to concentrate upon Chloe's pleasure, I had more than recovered and was raring to go for another round.
I worked my way up her body, leaving a kiss here, a gentle nip there, watching her squirm and gasp each time I did, enjoying the little sounds that she made. When I reached her breasts, I drew one, then the other into my mouth to suckle, then gently scrape the nipples with my teeth, prompting more squeaks and sighs. I couldn't help smiling at that, at her; the way her skin glowed with sweat, and her eyes were unfocused and glazed over, overwhelmed with the sensations she was experiencing.
When I finally positioned myself above her, she gazed up at me, her hands coming up to frame my face and caress my cheeks. I paused, my heart thumping painfully at the love and complete trust I saw in her eyes, love that I hope that she saw in mine as well. I still had my moments where I did not in any way feel worthy of her, but she was fortunately very patient and invested in convincing me otherwise...on a virtually daily basis.
I rested my weight upon my elbows to keep from crushing her, and caressed her face with my thumbs before kissing her softly, thoroughly.
When I felt her completely yield to me, I broke off the kiss and whispered, "I love you, Chloe." and in one, smooth thrust, was sheathed within her once again.
She immediately wrapped her legs around my hips, and her arms around my back, holding on while I began to move. I watched her closely as I thrust forward and retreated, gently, slowly at first, in deference to her heightened sensitivity. The nuances of expressions that chased themselves across her face while we made love....and no, it was not just sex, not with her.... Never with her...never failed to fascinate me. She was moaning softly, eyes closed and lower lip caught between her teeth, hands roaming restlessly up and down my back, nails raking me lightly.
I stepped up my pace when her nails began to leave trails of fire down my back, spurring me to thrust harder, deeper.
"More," she whispered, eyes fixed on mine, nails digging painfully into my arse. I did as she commanded, redoubling my efforts and increasing my pace. Her moans became cries, which gradually increased in pitch as I thrust harder and faster still, driving us both to the edge.
"Lucifer!" She gasped, unable to articulate anything else.
"Yes, darling," I crooned, my own breath coming short, "Come on then, love. Come for me!"
I could feel it. A tightening, like bow being drawn or a rubber band being stretched, ready to snap back the moment it was released. When it broke, it broke like a tsunami, with Chloe crying out, scratching, biting, and coming apart in my arms. I held her through the storm, reveling in her unhinged fierceness as she truly let herself go.
"you cannot hurt me, my love," I whispered as she shuddered and quaked. "So do as you will." An inarticulate growl was her reply as she raked me again, the sweet fire burning me as I followed her into oblivion, my own release effectively blowing my mind. I held her tightly as I too shuddered in the wake of my orgasm, then forced myself to loosen my grip, lest I crush her.
I rested my forehead against hers, eyes closed, and just breathed, my strength gone quite out of me. For the moment at least. I felt fingers combing through my sweat-dampened hair, sending warm thrills down my spine, and my breath caught. I opened my eyes, met Chloe's beautiful, sated smile with one of my own and captured her lips in a kiss before moving off of her and laying down beside her.
Cuddling close, she rested her head on my chest and began idly tracing random patterns lightly on my skin. I sighed deeply, content to let the moment be. We both rested in silence; contrary to what some may think, I do listen - in this moment, I was listening to Chloe's heartbeat and the breaths that proved that she lived, that she existed.
A short intake of that breath told me that the silence was all too soon to be broken, and I waited for whatever it was that Chloe was going to say.
"So, um," she began hesitantly. I smiled to myself. "We have to do 'aftercare', now, I guess?"
"Yes." I answered. "This is fine, darling."
"I guess...but, I kind of had a specific idea about that." she said.
"Oh? What then?" I asked, curiously.
"Do you have a bathtub? I don't think I've ever seen one here." she asked.
"I do. It's on the other side of my dressing room, across from the shower. I'll show you." I answered, getting an idea of what she had in mind, and in wholehearted agreement with it.
Smiling gently at me, she said, "I'd love to share a bubble bath with you."
"You need only ask, darling."
I got up, taking her hand and helping her to her feet, and smirking at her slight wobble. She snorted in response. Once I was sure she was steady, I led her through my dressing room and directed her attention to a door opposite my bathroom. It was very easy to overlook as it was kept closed most of the time and blended in with the paneling, as it was a pocket door.
Upon sliding it back, a whole other room was revealed: a spacious spa-like space dominated by a freestanding soaking tub in hammered copper that was more than large enough to accommodate the both of us. A skylight, currently dark, provided natural light during the day, red-brown tile that matched my shower covered the floor and crept about a meter or so up the wall, with the remainder of the room painted in burgundy. Cedar benches lined one wall, with a large Cherrywood vanity topped by gold-shot black marble along the opposite wall. More cedar provided shelving that held fluffy white towels, an assortment of toiletries, and a couple of potted orchids. Above the cedar benches was a line of iron hooks upon which hung a couple of white terrycloth bathrobes. Track lighting above the oversized, antique gold-framed vanity mirror completed the décor. It never failed to impress whichever of my guests had seen it...though curiously, there hadn't been too many of them. Most of them had preferred the jacuzzi.
It was easily the most self-indulgent of my expenditures when I'd renovated the penthouse. Certainly it hadn't been cheap, but once the designer and contractor had completed it, I counted it as money well spent.
"Wow," Chloe said, completely awestruck. "I had no idea this was here."
I smiled at her, "Well, now that you do, you have my tacit permission to use it whenever you wish. Anytime you need to indulge in a little self-care, detective, you are more than welcome to do so."
Crossing the room to the tub, I turned it on and began filling it up. Turning to the vanity, I got out a bamboo caddy that I placed across the middle of the tub. Upon this I placed sponges, my favorite shampoo, soap and facial cleanser. Then, with a cheeky grin, I opened one of the side doors on the vanity, revealing a hidden wine chiller.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Chloe laughed.
I grinned back, "Bubbles or no bubbles?"
"Bubbles." she answered quickly.
Selecting a nice prosecco, I took out a couple of wineglasses that were likewise being chilled, popped the cork and poured us both a glass.
"You are too much," she said, shaking her head, but readily accepting the glass I held out to her and taking a sip, then sighing.
"Yes, but you love it." I replied smugly, tapping her glass gently with mine before taking a drink myself. "Oh, speaking of bubbles," I said, putting my glass down on the vanity for a moment and grabbing a bottle of bubble bath in my favorite lavender and sandalwood scent, then pouring a generous amount into the tub.
"I love you." she said. "Even with all your...Lucifer-ness. Maybe even because of it. You're never boring, that's for sure."
Such simple statements like that from her never failed to leave me speechless. I blinked and looked away for a moment, as I dealt with a sudden lump in my throat. I swallowed it down with a large gulp of the wine and refilled my glass.
When I found my voice again, I said raised my glass in salute to her and said, "Neither are you darling. Middle name notwithstanding."
The scent of the bubble bath rose with the steam from the tub, and judging it filled sufficiently, I turned off the water.
Turning to Chloe, I held out my hand, "Darling?" She hesitated a moment and I gave her a questioning look.
"You first." she said.
"All right." I responded. I reached out and picked up the wine bottle, drained my glass, and stepped into the tub. Refilling my glass, I set both it and the bottle down upon the caddy and sank down into the frothy bubbles, sighing as the warmth seeped into me.
"Scoot up," Chloe said then, placing her wineglass on the caddy as well. I did as requested and she climbed into the tub behind me.
"Okay, now lean back." she urged me.
I glanced back over my shoulder with a frown, "are your sure? I don't want to squash you.."
"We're in water, silly. Buoyancy, remember? You won't hurt me. Just lean back and pretend I'm a pillow."
"If you insist," I said, leaning back carefully. There was a bit of shifting about, sending some water splashing over the side, before we both arrived at a mutually comfortable situation. I reached out and picked up my wineglass, intending to drain it, paused, and picked up Chloe's glass as well, handing it back to her.
"Thank you," she said, draining it and handing me back the empty glass.
"Would you like some more?" I asked.
"No. Hand me one of those sponges and your soap." she said. Once I'd done that, she said, "now, lean back and relax, and let me pamper you."
"What?" I looked back at her in confusion. Pamper me? I wasn't sure quite what to make of that.
"You heard me." she said firmly. "I'm going to pamper you. And you're going to sit back and let me."
It was on the tip of my tongue to protest that she needn't do that, I was perfectly capable of pampering myself, and did so on a regular basis. Those protests died at her next statement.
"I'm almost certain that nobody's done this for you, Lucifer. Not like this. I mean, I know you've gone to spas, gotten massages and stuff like that... But, this is different. Trust me. Let me do this. Just...relax." She said.
I did as she asked and relaxed against her body. She began by wetting the sponge and wringing it out, then adding a bit of the soap and running it gently over my chest, arms and when I leaned forward at her silent urging, my back. Dipping and rinsing the sponge, she used the water from it to rinse off the soap. I closed my eyes as she lightly wiped the dampened sponge over my face, then saturated it with water again and used it to wet my hair. I sighed, relaxing even more and giving myself up to her ministrations.
She was right. It was....different... Having someone you love run their fingers through your hair and massage your scalp as they washed it. Or sponge down your back or...other places...in a purely non-sexual but no less intimate manner. Just having her hands on my body with such gentleness and care, demanding nothing of me... I had no idea how much I'd craved that. How much I'd needed it. I couldn't even begin to describe in words how it made me feel. It was simply complete and utter....bliss.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked me softly, scooping water into her cupped palm and dribbling it over my hair, as though she was baptizing me. I pushed that thought away. Religious nonsense had no place here. Just because I had become God didn't mean I was suddenly about all that ... Dogma.
"Hm?" I responded, too relaxed to attempt anything more articulate.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why what?"
"Why...this? I'm trying to understand why you want me to..." she stopped.
I sighed again, and finished for her, "dominate me? Well, there's a lot that goes into it, and I'm sure Linda could write a million case studies on me. Part of it is the power dynamic of it all. I told you before I'm a switch, I can be Sub or Dom depending on who I'm with. With men, I'm usually a dom. Even those that claim to be tops I will make submit. Why? Because putting them in the same position as literally every woman they've encountered in their lives teaches them a lesson they wouldn't learn otherwise. Usually, at least. Some are too blind or invested in their own privilege to learn anything."
"Or they're too stupid..." Chloe began, but I gently interrupted her, "You should know by now, detective, that I wouldn't bother with anyone that was lacking in basic intelligence."
"You're right. I'm sorry." she said, combing her fingers gently through my wet hair again, then kissing the top of my head. "What about women. You always submitted to them, you said. Why?"
"Pretty much the same reason but in reverse. With men, I took their power away and made them powerless. With women, I did the opposite. I submit because I want them...I want you... To reclaim some of the power that's been systematically taken from you. Think about it: the most powerful being in the universe, kneeling at your feet and awaiting your command? I would worship you as my Queen, if you but asked it of me. How does that make you feel?" I asked.
She was silent for a long time, obviously considering it. The gift of power was a test in itself, one my Father had known all too well. It was no less a test of one's character than utter poverty was...perhaps more so. There was no shortage of Kings in Hell.
"I...don't know." she finally said honestly. "Scared, perhaps. Worried that I might abuse that power...and in doing so, abuse you."
"What if that's what I want you to do?" I asked.
"Lucifer, it's one thing to play around with that, and I'm okay as long as we're both aware it's...playing. But I think you've had far too much of abuse in your long life, for it to seem so normal and even...desirable. It makes me heartsick, thinking of it." she said, then added, "I think I'd rather simply love you and make sure you felt loved, instead."
I shifted a bit where my head rested upon her shoulder and gazed up at her, the lump back in my throat again. I had been right, to extend my trust to her. Betrayal was not in her nature. Neither was cruelty. She would wield my power well.
"I do, darling." Taking her hand, I lifted it out of the water and gave it a soft kiss, then continued, "As for the rest? When you've lived as long as I have, pain, pleasure...the lines get blurred. I wanted to explore this with you however for one simple reason: I feel things more intensely with you. Pain truly hurts. Pleasure is much sweeter. And until just recently, I could bleed. I could die. Things I'd never experienced before. It was.. both terrifying and exhilarating."
Chloe smiled at this and kissed me just above my eyebrow, then said, "congratulations. You've just had a crash course in being human."
"I have, haven't I? Perhaps that was Dad's plan all along. Perhaps I'll be a better God, with that experience." I mused.
"So long as you remember the lesson."
"With you to remind me, how shall I forget?"
We finished the wine, and I insisted that Chloe allow me to perform the same service for her as she had done for me. And again, the simple action of washing her hair, sponging her back, running my hands over her body in an intimate, yet non-sexual manner... I found it difficult to put into words how that made me feel.
Eventually we had to get out, and we wrapped ourselves in the fluffy bathrobes I had on hand and returned to the bedroom, both of us feeling much refreshed.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, toweling my hair dry when Chloe asked me, "do your...wings....ever need, you know, grooming or anything?"
I shrugged, "Not really. I keep them safely tucked away most of the time so there's usually no need to. Why?"
She shrugged, clearing her throat, and I smiled slowly, "You want to play with them, don't you?"
She shook her head, and answered, "I don't want to ... necessarily play with them, but... " she shrugged uncomfortably. "It seems to make you feel good, when I handle them..."
"It does," I acknowledged. "Very well. Step back." I stood up and removed my robe, tossing it aside, and, making sure Chloe- and anything else that might be breakable- was out of reach, carefully unfurled them. I didn't open them fully, instead keeping them fairly close to my body while I climbed onto my bed and lay on my stomach. Then I relaxed and opened them completely. I sighed and peeked back over my shoulder as Chloe, who had similarly decided to toss the robe aside and remain nude, climbed into the bed and seated herself on my bum.
She began by gently massaging my back between my wings, sending a shiver up my spine which caused my feathers to fluff up. Chloe's response was a soft gasp, then a quiet laugh.
"Gooseflesh?" she asked, sounding amused, continuing her massaging.
"Literally," I snorted, smoothing them down.
"You are a silly goose sometimes, aren't you?" she said affectionately, leaning forward suddenly to kiss me gently in the middle of my back between my shoulder blades. My feathers fluffed again, and I sighed, closing my eyes and smoothing them down once more.
She worked her fingers from the small of my back all the way up to the back of my neck and shoulders, but curiously, she hadn't yet touched my wings. It wasn't until she'd judged me relaxed enough that she did.
"So beautiful," she whispered, caressing them gently, running the longer pinions through her fingers.
I cracked an eye open and glanced back at her, saying, "Careful of the edges. The barbs on the main flight feathers can be sharp." Closing my eye again on a sigh, I added, "Our wings are our most powerful weapons."
"Only if you're threatened." she said, continuing with what she was doing. "Amenadiel told me its subconscious with you guys. If you feel threatened or are... fighting.. You automatically manifest the wing-blades."
"He's right." I confirmed.
"So I have nothing to worry about then," she said, illustrating this by shifting to the side and running a finger down the leading edge of one of my main primaries. I did feel a little jolt of concern as she did that, but she raised her finger afterward to prove it uninjured.
I relaxed back onto the mattress as she returned to her perch on my bum, finishing up her massaging of my back and the base of both wings, before shifting again to one side, actually sitting next to me with one of my wings across her lap. I rolled my head over to watch her stroking the feathers, then working her hands beneath them to massage the flesh beneath. As always, her fingers lingered and caressed the hidden scars left behind by the bullets Cain and his henchmen had fired at me.
A warm sense of well-being and utter bliss suffused me and I closed my eyes on a deep sigh, letting it wash over me. A gasp from Chloe made me crack open my eyes again.
"What?" I asked, half-asleep.
"Did you...do something? Your wings...changed." she asked, a note of wonder in her voice.
"Not consciously. What'd they do?" I asked.
"I don't know...there was like, this ripple of light that washed over them. And now they look even more beautiful than before." she said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Before they were just plain white. But now... they're almost iridescent. Like, you shift one way and they look like they're dusted in gold, shift another, pearls, and another, sapphire...just, all the colors of the rainbow in little sparks and ripples, depending upon how the light hits them." she said, awestruck.
"Ah. Well, my wings are essentially light, made solid. And white light actually contains all the colors in the visible spectrum darling." I snorted quietly, and added, "I guess I'm showing off. My feathers decided to turn themselves into tiny prisms for you."
She left off stroking the wing in her lap, and burrowed herself beneath it instead, cuddling close to me. I obligingly tucked her under my arm and kissed her on the forehead.
"Do you...like it, when I ...handle your wings? I mean, I know you don't need any help with grooming them or anything but... Do you mind?" she asked.
"No, I don't mind at all. It feels...well, you know. Very relaxing, for one thing. It almost invariably puts me to sleep." I answered, yawning.
Chloe smiled, "and for another?"
"It's very... special." I struggled to articulate what it meant to allow her to touch my wings, the level of trust it required, how ... intimate... It was for me. "It's not something I've ever allowed anyone to do, human or angel." Hundreds, thousands even, of humans have touched every other part of my body in my interactions with them over the centuries, apart from that.
Chloe gazed up at the wing that covered her, and gently caressed the underside before snuggling closer to my side and kissing me. "And yet, If I wanted to lash them with the flogger, you'd let me do it, wouldn't you? Despite how painful it would be for you."
I swallowed, then answered quietly, "yes."
"I promise you, I won't. That would be terribly cruel." She said, stroking my cheek. "But, if you want to play like this again, I...would be okay with it, I guess."
I smiled gently at her, "I'll make a proper domme of you yet, love."
"I wouldn't go that far. But...I'm okay with trying new things in the bedroom...within reason, of course." she said.
My smile became a lascivious grin, "Well then, darling, I think we should talk about pegging."