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Solomon’s cool fingertips grazed the blonde’s warm skin as he helped her in adjusting the dress she had decided to wear for the evening; a beautiful red Grecian dress which had a bejewelled neckline, a bejewelled belt around her waist and which left her sides completely exposed. His hands glided across the smooth satin before moving to trail up and down her exposed sides as his blue-brown eyes locked onto her reflection in the full-length mirror.
“Red should not be a colour in your wardrobe, bunny…” He said, wrapping an arm around her perfect waist and pulling her closer until her back was flush against the front of his torso.
“And why is that so?~” She asked teasingly, resting her own hand on his, admiring the way they looked together.
He leaned forward, placing his lips by her ear. “It’s awfully scandalous on you.” The silvery-white haired man whispered hotly. A small smirk was playing on his lips as he grazed the shell of her ear with a tender kiss, goosebumps erupting over her ivory skin at the sensation.
“It’s too early in the night for you to try and seduce me, Solomon.” She chided him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips. “We have a ball to attend. No time for shenanigans. At least… not yet .”
Lord Diavolo was organising a ball for reasons that were unknown to the angels and the two human exchange students. However, he had made sure to invite them and Lucifer had basically threatened her of dire consequences if she was to miss it. Not wanting to test him, she had promised not to miss it. She had no interest in getting strung up to the chandelier back in the House of Lamentation.
However, Solomon was definitely not interested in attending the ball since he didn’t know the reason behind it. And so, it was onto her to somehow drag him to it and save both of them from the Avatar of Pride’s wrath.
“If we skip dinner, we’ll have all the time in the world for shenanigans…” The sorcerer whispered while smiling innocently, deliberately sliding his hand inside her dress and messing with it. “Oops. Looks like we have a wardrobe malfunction. Guess we’ll just have to stay back and find other ways to spend the evening.”
Ariadne giggled, smacking his hand away and readjusting the dress. “You’re terrible.”
He littered kisses on her neck.
“A downright scoundrel.” He murmured against her jugular in agreement as her breath hitched, her head falling back on his strong shoulder.
“I don’t want to go, bunny.”
“Now that’s too bad, darling. Because I had a surprise gift for you that would help you enjoy the ball.” She breathed out. Her words immediately had the desired effect as the man looked at her reflection with a raised eyebrow.
“Curious, aren’t you?” With a coquettish smile, the blonde slipped out from his arm and walked over to where she had left her clutch purse on the bed. “Well, you’ll have to join me at the ball if you want to find out about it. I promise it will be worth your while.” She said, moving to unlock the door to his room and step out.
“And if it isn’t?”
She smirked knowingly.
“It will be.”
Solomon trailed a step behind the blonde as she led him to the bar, their fingers interlaced. She had still not revealed what was this ‘surprise gift’ she had spoken about back in his room. “Patience is a virtue, darling~” was all the response she gave him on their way to the Demon Lord’s Castle.
She ordered their drinks, aware of the fact that the demon prince had gone all out for the event and had also made Human Realm alcohols available. Meanwhile, the sorcerer stepped closer and wrapped his free arm around her waist as leaned in to whisper into her ear. “My patience is running thin, bunny.”
She grinned, her eyes shimmering with obvious amusement. “I’m surprised you made it this far.” She teased before leaning in to peck his lips. “But alright. I think it’s time I gave you the gift .”
With that, Ariadne reached into her clutch purse and pulled out a small black remote before pushing it into his hand.
“You got me remote-?” He asked incredulously, looking down and examining the device with keen eyes. There were only three buttons available: the power button, and two others with +/- signs on them.
Is this what I think it is? The man thought to himself.
“Any guesses for what it controls?~”
His eyes flicked upwards. The mischievous glint in her honey-gold orbs was enough of an answer for his question. However, with effort, he suppressed the smirk that was starting to form on his lips.
“I don’t have the faintest clue, bunny. Tell me, why don’t you?”
Her heels clicked against the marble flooring as she took a half step closer to him. “Me.” She whispered into his ear, the warmth of her breath fanning his cheek. A shiver ran down his spine as he gulped.
“I am at your mercy tonight, Solomon.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, bunny?” He asked as the two made their way to the table where the Avatars and Simeon were already seated.
“Mhmm. I wouldn’t have put it in if I wasn’t.”
“I would’ve gladly helped with the insertion, you know?”
His playful tone made her laugh, shaking her head.
“That would have ruined the surprise, love.”
“Are there any rules and restrictions that I need to keep in mind though?”
“The safeword applies, of course.” Ariadne said, and he nodded in agreement. “But beyond that, I’m yours to play with for the night. You are in full control.”
The way his pupils dilated was enough for her to know that she was in for one hell of a night.
She shifted in her seat. It had been two hours since she had handed him the ‘gift’. Yet, he hadn’t made use of it yet. And while she wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, having to sit with a vibrator stuffed inside her pussy wasn’t something she was currently enjoying.
Solomon placed a hand on her knee. “Are you alright?” He asked with a smug smirk.
“If you’re not going to make use of it, I would like to take it out.”
“Aww… don’t be such a spoiled sport.”
“It’s hard to be a spoiled sport when my opponent won’t even start the game.” Ariadne huffed, making him chuckle.
“Are you feeling a little frustrated, bunny?”
“What the hell do you think?”
“I think…” Solomon’s hand crept up her thigh, finding the front opening of the satin dress.
“I’m ready to make my first move…” Her breath hitched as he shifted the material and slid his hand onto her naked inner thigh.
Across the table, Lucifer raised a brow as she visibly squirmed in her seat. Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink when accidental eye-contact was made. Quickly, she swatted Solomon’s hand away. “Stop it…”
“Is someone regretting their decision?”
“Lucifer’s watching us.” She muttered quietly, only for him to hear.
“I thought an audience was the point of all this.”
“Come on, I have to live under the same roof as him at the end of it all! It’s awkward.”
“You’d better show him your best poker face in that case…”
“My best poker-?”
Ariadne didn’t even have time to finish her sentence before the sorcerer turned the device on; her whole body jerked in response to the low vibrations that the egg-shaped device made against her clit.
“Are you alright, Ariadne?” Lucifer asked, frowning.
“Uh- what? Yeah, I’m fine. Solomon just- he stepped on my toe.” The woman cleared her throat, willing the warmth and blush to leave her cheeks. “I’m completely fine.”
It was without warning that Solomon increased the power of the vibrator by two clicks. He chuckled to himself when he heard a soft moan, imperceptible to everyone on the table but him. To him, that moan was loud and clear. And maybe, to Asmodeus as well, as the sorcerer found the Avatar of Lust eyeing them with a saucy grin. Oh he SO knew.
“How does it feel, bunny?”
“Incredible…”
Again, Solomon increased the power of the device by another two clicks and took his hand out of his jacket pocket. He turned to the others with a nonchalant smile as he rested his hand on the back of her chair and thrummed his fingers on the tabletop.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you tell Satan about that new thriller novel series you ordered from back home? Didn’t you say you wanted to let him know?”
“Ah. Yes. It’s from that author I was talking about yesterday.” She glared at him with a tight jaw and a forced smile.”
“You were telling me about a number of author’s, Ari.” Satan said, and Solomon wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Do you mind telling me which one?”
“Go on. You sounded so excited last night.” The sorcerer encouraged her, making her stomach flutter with each stroke of his thumb against her arm. “I’d love to be reminded about it myself.”
She gritted her teeth, realising that the night was still young for her lover to enjoy the surprise gift she had given him.
