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Location: Lucifer’s Office
BANG!
The wall shakes as your hand impacts it.
Lucifer’s eyes shift to the right as the decorative skull on the wall sways from the vibration and then to the left to look at your hand leaning on the wall.
“Cute,” he mutters looking down at you with his back up against the wall. He fixes his tie, smiles and initiates eye contact.
Cute? That’s all he can say? Just the sound of the word makes the color dissipate from your body. You aren't trying to be “cute;” you’re trying to be intimidating.
“You were trying Kabedon? Am I correct?”
Your cheeks well up with heat as he calls you out.
“Did you learn this technique from me?” He puts his right index finger under your chin and makes your eyes meet.
Embarrassment overwhelms you as Lucifer continues to talk.“I want to offer you a bit of advice.”
“Please don’t.” You say as you dart your eyes to break contact.
“Are you embarrassed MC?” Lucifer asks in an amused tone.
He guides your face to look up at him; you can tell your mortification is appealing to his pride. You don’t answer his question, but you don’t need to; your broken eye contact and nervous smile tell Lucifer all he needs to know.
“Would you like to leave MC?”
Yes, I wouldn’t love anything more. I just want to hide under the covers and die. You think to yourself.
“Then feel free to.” He gestures to the door.
You sigh in relief as you lower your hand and walk to the exit of the office. Just as you're about to leave, you hear Lucifer call your name.
“MC?”
Every muscle in your body tightens. Ugh, I was almost free from this nightmare. What could he want?
Taking a deep breath to calm the stirring in your stomach, you turn around and sigh.
“Yes?”
“Don’t forget your textbook.”
Walking over to you, Lucifer starts handing you your book, but before you can grab it, a loud THUD makes you jump, and your body goes stiff as you hear books from outside of the hidden door fall to the floor. Smirking proudly at his work, Lucifer says.
“That’s how to properly execute Kabedon.”
Your body heats up as embarrassment and excitement course through your system. Putting his hand under your chin, he makes your eyes meet once again.
“However, there is one more step to make it perfect.”
You begin to sweat. All you can get out for words are gibberish. Your brain is in scrambles. Lucifer takes a moment to admire how cute you are when flustered. Then he decides to continue, leaning in, he whispers in your ear.
“A kiss.”
Your heart begins to race. “I have to go.”
“So soon?” He questions.
“Yeah...I have a lot of studying I should really be getting back to.” You hope your excuse is enough; it isn’t. Reaching for the knob, you listen to Lucifer’s next question.
“Did you like what I did?”
A lump forms in your throat, and all of a sudden your mouth is dry; you feel as if you are going to throw up. You loved it, fuck you loved it; that was the problem. You were supposed to come in and seduce him, take him by surprise. But he once again turned the tables on you.
You are a squirming mess standing under him and now, your pride wants nothing more than for you to run. No longer wanting to bear the tension, you try to open the door only to have it slam shut from the weight of Lucifer still leaning on it.
“MC, I asked you a question.”
Lucifer takes his index and middle finger and sways it at the door behind you in a spell-casting motion. Recognizing the movement, you question him with your hand still on the knob.
“What did you just do?”
“I made it so that the door will only lead back to this room. Now, I asked you a question MC. Did you like what I did?”
You are cornered…trapped between Lucifer and an endless door. You gulp in an attempt to wet your dry anxious throat. “Yes.” You can feel your face turning red again as you look down at Lucifer’s feet. A smile forms across his face.
“Did it arouse you?”
AH! Would he stop? You think to yourself. These questions are getting more and more embarrassing. You begin to shrink against the door, Lucifer still towering over you, having his fun.
You knew that you didn’t have to answer his question. If you spoke up and told Lucifer it was too much, he would stop; but you weren’t going to. Why not? Because you not so secretly adore it. Lucifer embarrassing you is your biggest turn-on, and he loves to do it.
Once again, he grabs your face and kisses your lips. You moan into his mouth and melt into the door, forcing Lucifer to press his body against you to hold you up.
It stroked his pride to put you in your place. To overcome your advances and make you succumb to him. He had won. You were like putty in his hands, and Lucifer relished in it.