I was dog tired after all the shopping James and I had done. He was pretty hard to keep up with, the man loved his shopping. I have to admit though I can see why he’s a fashion designer; he does have an amazing eye. A few outfits he coordinated for me were simply brilliant. I was too tired to put anything away so instead I showered and threw on a gown before collapsing into bed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

A noise jolted me awake. I sat up quickly in the bed and scanned the room. I checked the time seeing it was a little after 3 in the morning. I held my breath and listened to my surroundings but it was eerily quiet. I frowned in confusion since something woke me up. I considered it was my paranoia getting the best of me and laid back down. Just as my eyes were fluttering closed the knob to my room door began to turn. I froze and watched as the door slowly opened. I saw his silhouette before I got a good view of his face not that I needed to. I’d know him anywhere.  He closed the door silently behind him and stood just inside the entrance of the room. We stared at each other for minutes or hours, the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing.

“You’ve been a bad girl.” He finally said.

I shrunk into the bed and wished that it would swallow me whole. Anything to avoid what was coming next. He took large steps towards the bed – at least it felt like he was – until he was standing over me. He stopped when he was right in front of me, my eyes traveling up his body until they reached his face. He cocked his head to the side. “Nothing to say for yourself?” He asked me.

I shivered. He was calm, way too calm and it was frightening. “I… I don’t know what to say.” I admitted.

He tsk’d me and took a seat on the bed right next to me. His scent engulfed me and my stomach clenched. How I could be reacting to him in a moment like this was beyond me.  “I told you not to do anything stupid and you run. I would say that defines stupidity babe.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked him in a whisper.

“You made me very angry. I’d refrained from doing so before but there’s nothing that’s going to save your ass from being spanked today. After that…” he trailed off with a shrug, “I’ll figure out when the time comes.”

I shivered. He stood up and slowly peeled off his cut. I watched as the muscles in his arms bunched and released with his movements. He was so strong and so built it was really unfair. I was so engrossed in his assets I wasn’t paying attention to his movements and before I knew it he swiftly pulled the covers off of me dropping them in a tangled heap on the floor. He retook his seat on the bed and reached up grabbing both wrists. He pulled me to a sitting position and without any fight from me or exertion on his part pulled me across his lap. My head and chest lay face down on the bed with my butt in the air over his iron clad thighs. His hand fell on my calf and slowly made its way up until it was inches from my center. My body shook and this time it was in excitement and not in fear. His fingers were making delicious circles on the inside of my thigh and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. The next thing I knew his fingers were gone and I wanted to cry out in frustration. He lifted my gown until it was midway up my back and his hands gripped my crotch. In seconds, there was a loud tearing sound and I felt the cool air from the air conditioner caress me.

“Your ass looks just as good as it did before, do you know that?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“No.” I responded.

I felt his hand leave my body and I tensed. “You can’t spank me.” I said in a whisper.

He chuckled. “I aint ask.”

As soon as the last word was out I felt his hand come down hard on my butt causing me to jolt and yelp. I don’t know why I wasn’t prepared for the blow, but for some inexplicable reason I wasn’t expecting it. He rubbed the spot where he’d hit me. After the sting subsided pleasure started to take over. His hand rose again and this time he landed a hit to the other side. He continued this pattern until I was moaning and writhing on his lap.

“You like that don’t you? Ask me for it.” He prodded.

I shook my head. “No.” I said although I truly did want more, I just wouldn’t admit it to him. Although he was playing my body right now like an instrument there was still too much danger looming in the back of my mind. I had no idea what game he was currently playing at with this but I didn’t want him to win.

He spread my legs apart leaving me bare to his eyes. “You’re fucking wet babe. You sure you don’t want more?” he asked.

I shook my head and he used the tip of his finger to touch my nub just barely. It was a feather of a touch, but it was enough for me to be ready to do anything for more of it. “Beg, I already know you’re a naughty bitch.” He demanded.

“Please…” I begged.

“As you wish.” And his hand swatted me again this time right where I needed his touch most. My body trembled violently ready for release but not quite there yet. “No more. We wouldn’t want you cuming just yet do we?” he asked.

I groaned and he laughed righting my body and standing. He discarded his boots and unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper filled the room like a firecracker going off, that’s at least what it seemed like. He pushed his pants down enough to free himself and I saw he was commando. I watched, mouthwatering as he lazily stroked himself up and down wishing upon wish that I could feel him again… all of him. He took a step toward the bed and let himself go to grip my hair. “Suck it.” Was his only words and I had him in my hands before he could finish. I gripped him hard and stroked him a couple of times earning me a groan. I licked the underside of his length until I reached the tip which I sucked in lightly. I widened my mouth to take him, and started an up and down rhythm on his length the way he likes it most. He didn’t let me at it for long before he put a hand on my shoulder and stepped back for me to release him.

He finished undressing and I watched as all of his skin came into view. He kicked off his pants revealing those strong massive thighs and calves. Next, he shed his shirt revealing an eight pack to die for with the burning angel tattoo over his heart completing his look. His grey eyes were full of lust and I knew my hazel ones mirrored his.

I began to scoot back on the bed to make space for him but he grabbed my legs and drew me back down the bed towards him. He discarded my nightgown leaving me as naked as him. He dropped to his knees and wrapped an arm around my waist dragging my butt to the edge of the bed. He gently pushed on my shoulder urging me to lay back and he spread my legs wide. He blew on me causing me to shiver and began licking and sucking at me. Just when I thought I’d reached my peak and was about to fall over, he would withdraw and bring me back down to earth. It was frustrating.

He sat back on his hunches and looked up at me. The evidence of my arousal on his mouth and chin. “You don’t come until I tell you that you can.” He said before standing. He climbed on top of me wrapping an arm around me to move me up the bed to where he wanted me.

“You want my dick in your tight pussy babe?” He asked in a throaty voice.

“Yes, yes please.” I responded and then he was in me to the hilt.

I might’ve cried out in pleasure but I was too far gone to notice or care. He began with long slow strokes driving me insane. When his name fell from my lips in a whisper he let go. He began pounding into me like he was trying to punish me but it only make everything feel better.

“I’m going to cum…” I moaned.

He slowed his frantic rhythm. “You better fucking not. Not until I tell you.” He said and grabbed my leg putting it over his shoulder. This somehow made him deeper in me and I had to fight to hold on.

His pumping became uneven and sharp and I knew he was close. “Fuck! Now babe, come now.” He urged and I did. I let go of everything and just let the pleasure consume me.  My body shook and my toes curled as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed me. My eyes closed at some point involuntarily and I opened them slowly when I was only plagued with aftershocks.

When my eyes opened, I blinked a few times and turned to each side. I was still tucked into the bed, the silk from my gown still caressing my skin. The only evidence of what just happened was the aftermath of the pleasure I’d just felt and the wetness that had escaped. And I could feel it along with the cotton of my panties. I looked at the clock; midnight… it was a dream. I just had a wet dream about Lucifer, how could things get any worse than this?

I hopped in the shower to try to wash away the dream and all the naughty things I imagined he’d done to me. I couldn’t help as flashbacks of my dream came to me and I was turned on. I picked up a bar of soap and began washing myself. When my hands trailed over my breasts, my nipples instantly peaked. The man was hundreds of miles away and he still had my body reacting like a sex fiend. I couldn’t resist the urge to play with my breast and before I knew it I was panting and needing more. The images of my dream drifted off to a faraway place as actual memories of his touch, his voice engulfed my senses.

I closed my eyes and let my hands and fingers drum all over my body all the while I imagined feeling his callouses torturing me and hearing his dirty words in my ears. I allowed myself to cum twice before leaving the shower and telling myself that this whole episode went down the drain with the water. Boy how I was wrong.