Chapter Twenty-Six Charlotte
Chapter Twenty-Six
Charlotte
The two of them fall into a surprising rhythm after that, focusing the whole of their attention on me.
Azrael’s pleasure. Lucifer’s pain.
Azrael’s praise. Lucifer’s degradation.
Until I’m disoriented by the unexpected thrill of it all.
Once I’ve almost finished for a third time, before either Lucifer or Azrael has given me permission, Azrael removes me from the spanking bench and Lucifer forces me to my knees.
I drop down onto my pillow, pleading. “Please, Daddy. Please don’t stop. I promise I’ll be a good girl, if I can just—”
“Leave the blindfold on,” Lucifer says, as I assume Azrael’s about to remove it.
One of them pads across the room, and whoever it is grips me by the hair.
“You’re going to suck on whatever I give you now, understood?”
That’s Lucifer. That’s definitely Lucifer. It’s his voice. That’s clear to me, but I’m not certain who’s touching me.
A large hand flattens over the smooth strands of my hair, trailing over the tresses and pulling it gently at the base.
Azrael. Definitely Azrael.
I moan eagerly.
Already, I’ve had both their cocks in my mouth, and my ass, and my pussy, and I’m covered in cum from head to toe just like the greedy little slut Lucifer knew I would be, but with the two of them looming over me like this, I have no idea who’s coming at me.
Which I’m pretty sure is what my husband intended.
In a scene like this, he’ll exploit any vulnerability that’s given to him.
If Azrael doesn’t first.
Whichever one of them is holding my hair steps back, releasing me, but I still can’t see anything.
I’m flying blind here.
The other steps forward, and whoever it is grips hold of me as Lucifer whispers from above. “Be descriptive,” he orders Azrael. “First person only.”
I tilt my head, still confused, but I’m blindfolded, so it’s not like I know what’s happening.
A beat of silence follows as I imagine Azrael quirking that sexy scarred brow. I suspect the scar might’ve come from Lucifer, based on a few offhand comments, though neither of them has confirmed anything.
I can’t anticipate what either one of them is about to do.
Before I can plead for mercy, someone shoves their throbbing cock past my lips, and I choke it down readily.
“What a dirty little slut you’re being,” I hear from overhead.
That’s Lucifer, definitely Lucifer, but I can’t tell whether he’s in front of or behind me, which means . . .
It must be Azrael’s cock I’m sucking.
That tracks.
I run my tongue over the thick, weeping head, gripping the base with my hand.
“Now, little dove, I’m going to step out of the room, and I want you to guzzle Death’s cum exactly like you do when the two of you’re alone together, darling. Make as much noise as you can.”
I quirk a brow, uncertain why Lucifer’s staging the scene like this. What pleasure he’s deriving from it.
But I’m still relatively new to kink, so maybe I’m missing something?
“Yes, sir,” I say, my words muffled around Azrael’s cock.
A moment later, I feel someone retreat just like Lucifer said, as a large hand gently grips me.
Azrael.
Lucifer would never touch me so tenderly.
Not when we’re in the middle of a rough scene like this.
I tilt back my head, opening my throat and trusting my devilish fiancé at his word.
But that was my very first mistake when I came to this city.
I should have learned better by now.
Clearly there’s still some part of that na?ve church girl left in me.
I don’t know why I ever expected I’d be rid of her.
“You two wanted to tempt the wrath of the devil?” Lucifer’s voice grows more distant, and he lets out a dark chuckle like he and Azrael are in on some cruel, sick joke. “Then ‘this is my body given to you. Do this in remembrance of me.’”