Chapter 25

Twenty-Five

Icaught myself thinking, I can barely touch the floor with my toes, the instant before I felt Lucien slide his tongue into the wet folds of my already aching pussy.

My breathing stopped, my heart skipped, and my grip on the bedcovers tightened further. I wanted to squeal from the suddenness of his touch, but I couldn't, so I pressed my mouth against the bed and moaned against it.

Lucien began slowly, carefully lapping up my initial excitement with his tongue before reaching deeper. When his tongue found my clitoris, a warm rush of pleasurable euphoria tore through me. He placed his hands on my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin, and went to work, running his tongue up and down.

I loved every second of it.

I wanted to pull my knees up, since I was having trouble reaching the floor, but Lucien held me in place and didn't allow me to move. Already my legs were trembling, already I felt like I was so close to climaxing. I tried to hold on a little longer, gripping the sheets, breathing heavily into the bed.

"I'm so close," I whispered.

Lucien sped up, the rhythm of his tongue as it swept up and down along my wet center increasing. Then he stopped, abruptly, and all of a sudden—a stunt he had already pulled once before.

"No," I begged, "Please, carry on—I'm almost there."

"You finish," he said, his warm breath so close to my pussy I thought I could've come just from that alone, "When I say you can finish."

His words sent electric currents coursing through my already excited body. I was dripping, my clitoris throbbing. I wanted him to touch it, to finish what he had started, but he didn't. "Please," I said against the bed.

"Please what?"

I inched closer to the edge of the bed, where I could plant my tiptoes on the ground. I let my legs spread a little further. "I'm all yours."

"And what do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me," I breathed. "Fuck your good girl like you used to."

"Not like I used to," he said, and I heard the shuffle of his clothes, the dropping of his pants. My 1`cheeks burned even hotter, the knot in my stomach tightened, and my mind began to float as the anticipation of what was going to happen next took hold of me.

I felt Lucien step up to me, his bare thighs brushing up against mine. He planted a hand on my leg, slid it up to the curve of my ass, and gently squeezed. "I want you," I begged, "Right now."

But Lucien wasn't about to rush things. He was a tease, the world's biggest tease. I felt the tip of his cock brush lightly against my wet folds, and I could've cried out, but he didn't slip into me. He ran the tip of his dick up, and down, and up, and down, just as he had been doing with his tongue a moment ago.

I was already so close, my legs were shaking and I was starting to feel light-headed.

"Ask me again," he said.

"Please… please fuck me," I begged against the bed.

He slid one hand up my back, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and wrapped his hand around it. He pulled my head back slowly and whispered, "Only because you're my good girl," and he slipped the tip of his cock into me, slowly, purposefully, allowing me to feel every single inch of him as he settled in behind me.

I gasped into the bed, turning my head to the side just so I could take a deep breath. The moan that escaped my mouth a moment later was nothing short of animal. Lucien was inside me, his hard cock warm, and throbbing. I heard him groan lightly, a sound that seemed to come out of the back of his throat.

He pulled his hips back, then gently thrust into me again, filling me entirely. We had fucked many times before, but this was nothing like any of those times. This felt like something totally new, as if we had crossed some invisible line and entered territory that neither of us was familiar with.

It was exciting in a whole new level, and I wanted all of it.

Every last inch of him.

Every last drop of him.

I couldn't move my hands, so I tightly gripped the bedsheets while Lucien began to steadily increase his rhythm. Hips thrusting. Breaths coming in faster, shorter. I slid a little closer to him, arching my hips so that he could stand more comfortably behind me.

With one hand wrapped around my hair, and another settled on my hips, Lucien fucked me like I had never been fucked before. Never in my life had I been treated like this, given so much power and control, while appearing to have so little. He had awakened something in me, something I never wanted to let go of again.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and I could hear the strain in his voice.

"Yes," I gasped, breathless. "But only if you let me come with you."

"You have my permission," he said, as the rhythm of his thrusts lengthened and deepened. Normally I wouldn't have been able to come like this, but whatever he was doing was working for me, and I had already been so close.

Lucien tugged on my hair again. I gasped. He thrust his hard cock into me as deep as it could go, and then he groaned against the back of my head. I felt him throb and release a stream of warm come into me. At that same moment, I climaxed, my pussy tightening around his cock, my breath caught in my throat.

I felt his muscles tighten and contract as he spilled more of himself into me, felt his hot breath crash against the back of my neck. When I was finally able to take a lungful, I took it, filling my chest with air for the first time in what seemed like years.

"Holy shit," I gasped. "Holy fucking shit."

Lucien was still inside me, still hard, still throbbing. He pulled out, but only slightly. A moment later, he was deep inside me again, grinding his hips against mine. I enjoyed every single second of it, a rush of goose flesh erupting all over my bare back with each of his movements.

"Who said I was done?" he asked.

"Aren't you?" Another thrust, causing me to lose my breath once more. "I guess not."

He tugged on my hair again and brought his lips to my ear. "This means you're mine," he said.

"Yours?"

"Mine."

"What happens after we get out of here?"

Lucien made his hips lightly pulse, sending little ripples of pleasure into my body. "I have no intention of letting go of you. But we will get away from him."

"We had better," I whispered.

Lucien and I spent the next hour or so entwined, laying naked on the bed, in relative silence. We both clearly had a lot to think about, ideas to work through, plans to perfect. It wasn't long before he was between my legs again, bringing me to another powerful climax and asking me to me ride him before his magic ran out and the microphones in the room started working again.

Later, in the shower, I found myself musing over the idea that I had tried to end things with him the night before… well, the night before.

I'd told myself it was because I needed to grow up and start taking responsibility for my shitty actions, but I knew that wasn't the reason. I was scared of catching feelings for a stranger; a human—or so I'd thought—who was never going to be part of my weird, magical world.

Then everything changed.

Not exactly for the better, but it meant we could start building a real connection; a relationship not just built on sex. Although, it was definitely making the sex mind blowing.

With about two hours to spare before our window, and nightfall, Lucien and I went over the plan as if we hadn't skipped a beat. If anyone knew what had gone on in this room, they weren't talking about it. And while the last few hours had been blissful, and primal, I had to push them out of my mind.

I had to focus on the mission at hand, and what I was going to have to do in a couple of hours.

"I'm still not sure about it," I said.

"Sure about what?" Lucien asked.

He had a smirk on that was hard to ignore. We couldn't talk about what we had spent the afternoon doing, but I could see on his face, he was just as distracted as I was, and that was going to be a problem.

I mouthed the words ‘stop it', and said, "Hurling myself across a busy street a few hundred feet in the air."

"It's perfectly safe. Trust me."

"What if something breaks?"

"It won't."

"Have you ever done something like this before?"

Lucien paused to consider. "For fun, sure. You've never gone on a zip-line before?"

"What part of, I was a prisoner in my own home, hasn't processed yet?"

"Well, sure, but… I don't know. They must have provided some kind of entertainment for you back at the mansion."

"And they did, but nothing like this."

"I promise. You'll be fine. You'll also be going first."

"First?!"

"Of course. I need to hold back just in case something happens."

"I thought you said nothing was going to happen."

"And it won't."

"Then why don't you go first?"

Lucien's eyebrow arched. "Let's not go around in circles. Look." He pointed at a flowchart he had drawn out on a piece of paper. "As soon as the guard leaves, we zip-line across. We'll have four minutes to land, dispose of the equipment, and get into position. Once the replacement guard arrives, we'll wait until he's walking away from the stairwell door, and phase inside."

"We're putting a lot of faith in me being able to phase through that door with a passenger."

"I'm confident in your abilities. I'm trusting you."

I frowned at him. "Is that supposed to make me feel better about the zip-line thing?"

"It is."

I sighed. "Alright, fine."

Lucien smiled at me encouragingly before looking at the chart again. "Once we get inside, we'll phase down three floors, sneak into that Recondite ritual room, retrieve the box, and get out."

"You make it sound so easy. I'm exhausted just thinking about how much power I'll have to burn though."

"There's another alternative." Lucien's eyes narrowed.

"No, we're not using your feral demon."

Lucien nodded. "In and out then," he said, "No fuss, no complications."

"And if there are any?"

"We'll improvise."

I didn't like the sound of that, but there was a confidence to his voice which was infectious. With all the other potential problems with this plan, hurtling over the street at night on a thin rope sounded absolutely pleasant.