Chapter 10
Beelzebub
I drummed my fingers on the table. There was an itch under my skin I wanted to scratch, so I returned to Steel Velvet just a few days after the bachelor party. My eyes slid over the more experienced crowd. Leather here, a dildo tail there, beautiful collars… There were several patrons I could go over to and they would be mine for the night, agreeing just like that, sinking to their knees so easily. But that wasn’t quite what I wanted. Maybe I should go for someone who would fight me. Give me a challenge. One of the people who pretended they didn’t want to succumb to the inevitable and thrashed in my net, only pulling the strands of the web around them tighter.
No… that wasn’t what I wanted, either.
I felt like a man in front of an open buffet where nothing looked good enough to eat; a disappointing experience. Maybe a fight could alleviate my primal desires in a different way. The feeling of blood on my knuckles, the stench of my opponent’s fear as I pushed them against the rails of the ring…
I caught a sight of newcomer out of the corner of my eye and that derailed my vicious thoughts. Or rather, changed their direction. The new meat was someone I had never seen before. A skittish, pretty little angel. Oh, yes, I wanted that. I wanted for him to crawl right between my claws, willingly ask me to punish him.
I stalked toward the small figure, but as soon as I came close, the angel squeaked and hid behind his bigger companion.
“Come out, little mouse, I just want to play,” I taunted the angel, but he just shook his head, not able to even look at me. I took another step forward, but the taller angel stopped me with his outstretched hand.
“Keep away from him, demon. I will not let you touch him.”
“Is he yours? That can be changed.”
“No. but he is uninterested in someone as depraved and cruel as you.”
“Let’s just go,” the smaller angel said and pulled his friend away.
I grit my teeth, happy that my skull-like face always looked like I was grinning even when my smile dropped. My scary reputation was a good thing that I loved to cultivate and usually I wouldn’t see the interaction as a negative thing, but I was impatient today. The experience from three nights ago just fueled my hunger to rend someone open and make them cry. I thought I could easily find a replacement for Tirael, someone else who was willing to be torn apart while still fearing me, but I might have been mistaken about that.
Well then, if I couldn’t find the taste I wanted at the open buffet, I just had to go back and find the dish that made me salivate in the first place. Unlike Raphael, I didn’t have any absurd notions of sleeping with a mark only once. If they developed feelings it wasn’t my problem. In fact, sometimes that fueled my sadism in a delicious way. Psychological torture went hand in hand with physical pain, after all.
I strode into the Embassy; the door chiming softly when I entered. Tirael was already rising from his seat behind a huge desk but, before he could act a good host, I strode to his desk and plopped on it, shifting a stack of papers to the side to make space for my perky ass.
“Hello, beautiful. How’s it going?” I said with a grin.
The angel slowly dropped back into his seat.
“How can I help you?” Tirael asked, his cheeks already flushed red.
“I just wanted to see you,” I purred. “To check if you still have my marks…” I ran a finger down the pale column of his throat. “Alas, I can see they are gone. What an oversight on my part. Fortunately, I can fix it.”
“I’m at work,” Tirael squeaked as I splayed my fingers and closed them around his throat. I could feel him swallow hard under my hand.
“Have you never had sex at work? I think we should change that.”
“Tirael, do we have a guest?” Hellion’s voice carried from the back of the Embassy. Reluctantly, I pulled my hands off the delicious neck as I heard approaching footsteps. I stayed sitting on the desk though; everyone knew to expect at least a little bit of inappropriateness from me.
Hellion came in, his eyes scanning the situation quickly. Brows scrunched up, he asked bluntly: “What are you doing here?”
“Hm, maybe I have official business here. Do you think Zachariel tells you everything?” I said, eager to sow some strife between lovers, but Hellion just snorted.
“Uh, yeah, he does. And if not me, then Tirael here,” he pointed at the angel who was cowering behind the desk. “I’m pretty sure you’re not on the agenda today. So, kindly finish whatever you are here for and buzz off.”
“I’m done here. Tirael, if you want to continue our discussion… Just send me a message.” I hopped off the desk and flounced away.
Somehow, that little interaction settled the beast inside me. I didn’t really expect Tirael to call me, but I made the first step on the path of proving myself irresistible to the little angel. A few days later, I swung by the Embassy again, and this time I had managed to have Tirael writhing while I kissed him before Zachariel’s arrival. I didn’t even bother with excuses, just smirked at the demon-angel as I passed him by on my way out, while Tirael tried to compose himself behind me, where I left him panting against the wall.
The third time, they were ready for me, and before I could even make it to Tirael, I was snatched by Zachariel.
“I can see you have a new interest in the Embassy. So nice of you to volunteer to help us with some projects,” Zachariel smiled at me in a way that didn’t reach his eyes.
He thought a bit of work would scare me away. Well, jokes on him; I was pretty bored, as Lucifer ordered me to take it easy until my hand grew completely back. Barred from my adrenaline-inducing activities, I had to get my kicks somewhere else.
“Sure, why not? What can I help you with?” I asked sweetly, leaving Zachariel scrambling for an idea for a job for me. Apparently, he wasn’t expecting me to agree.
“Well, uh… We are supposed to host talks between the prominent entrepreneurs of Heaven and Hell to establish a more streamlined and aboveboard trading. It would be helpful if you could tell me what you know about a few individuals,” Zachariel explained.
I ended up looking through dossiers with Zachariel and spilling secrets left and right. Who hated who, what kind of tea they liked, who had a lover on Earth, which of the traders already had a deal going… I was very helpful, and Zachariel had no way of denying that and just shooing me away. Not when I brought him precious info every time I showed up at the Embassy. And with that, I had more chances to bother Tirael. How lovely!
Doing a bit of busy work with my brain was worth it for the chance to whisper dirty promises into the angel’s ears. I used the brief times no one was around to slide my hand between Tirael thighs, just enough for him to imagine what I could do if he asked for it. I enjoyed our game of cat and mouse, but I walked away every time. Even if I had a chance to use the rare moment of longer privacy to slide under the angel’s desk and suck his cock, I restrained myself to only talking about it. With each tease I was increasingly convinced that he would let me do it. I could do anything to Tirael if I pushed.
After we were done with Tirael at the bachelor party I asked who he thought was a better dom, me or Raphael, but the little angel refused to answer, insisting we both were amazing, and escaping from me when the embarassment proved too strong. Thus, I had to grudgingly agree with Raphael that our bet ended in a tie. But maybe we just needed a bigger sample…
I felt taking the poor lamb to bed when there was one important element missing wouldn”t be as rewarding as before. Instead, I decided to bide my time and prime Tirael for when it would be time to strike. Right in front of Raphael’s eyes.