[ No, it's far from Lucifer's first seduction, and this is easy for her; she knows the hearts of men, their minds, their desires. With Jeff, it's simple, like holding a juicy steak up for a dog. He's practically salivating, which makes this easy.
Lucifer takes another step back, then lets Jeff take over, at least to the point of steering them in. He may as well enjoy it--it won't last for long.
When he dips his head toward the glasses, though, she tips away from him, bending in the center of her back so that the glasses move out of reach. ]
Ah-ah! Ladies first.
[ She lifts the glass up to her lips, and drains the fluffy glass, her sharp eyes fixed on him over the top of the glass. She drains it down to the cherry, then lifts the other glass and empties that one too, leaving just the two fruits, the angel's nipples, in the empty glasses.
Now, offering the glasses to him, she's coy again, eyelashes fluttering. ] You can have my cherries.
[As she leans away, he's tempted to follow because screw chivalry when forward women and alcohol are involve. Those cocktails are a little too on the sweet side for him, and it's one of the saving graces that has him withdrawing, watching her knock back the mix of cream and liqueur and then another, leaving nothing but the cherries. Cheeky little bitch, he briefly thinks, but settles on the conclusion that he likes that a hell of a lot.
He considers the offer laid before him, eyes flicking between the glasses and her coy flutter of eyelashes, and then he makes a decision that really isn't all that hard at all. The two mostly empty glasses are taken but immediately tossed carelessly over his shoulders, hands quickly finding purchase to grip determinedly at her behind while he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck with a scraping of teeth.]
Rather have the real thing. [Cherries. Tits. Whatever. He wants every part of her, preferably right the fuck now, but he supposes he can wait until they actually get into the room first.] You like my show, Angel? [Lets talk about how great he is while he gets more familiar with her neck, because there's no greater turn on than his successes.]
[ Temptation was so easy once you knew how, and Lucifer had played this game a thousand times before, in one way or another. Cherries were nothing to the real thing, but the comparison, was a plethora of unspoken and sensual insinuation. She laughs, tipping her head back to expose her throat, and stepping back so that her back hits the wall.
One hand quickly hunts for the buttons, counting them out with her fingertips in order to hit the correct one, then both wrap around Jeff's back, knotting in his hair, gripping tight as she responds to the tug against her hips with a rolling thrust, hunting out a response from his erection. ]
Never seen it, [ She purred. ] But just between you and me, you're in the running for sexiest man of the year. [ She tipped her face downwards, toward his. ] You do want to win, don't you? Because I'd score you extra if you do a little more with your hands...
[ She raised her leg, wrapping it around his hip, and made a point of grinding a little more openly against him. ]
Yeah? [Now she's got his interest, more so than she had by presenting herself so readily. Talking about him, especially when it comes to winning something, has him more and more eager by the second.] You on the panel? [That's how she can score him points, right? Oh God, tell him he's pretty.
But he does as he's told, humming out a soft groan as she grinds against him and his slim cut suit pants that are starting to feel far too tight. A hand slides down the curve of her buttock to the underneath of her thigh, aiding in it's curl around his hip and giving his fingers the perfect opportunity to softly creep against her inner thigh. He does his best to resist the urge of rutting right there on the spot, instead keeping his mind occupied elsewhere, his other hand seeking a loose grip in her hair as he moves to catch her lips with his, open mouthed and not in the slightest bit coy or polite. They're already beyond the point of cute first kisses and light pecks on the cheek, this is an all out tongue offensive.
Okay, so maybe doing it in the elevator wouldn't be such a bad idea. People would be nice enough to just not interrupt them, right?]
Oh honey, [ A huff of breath, exhaled against his throat, and Lucifer let her nails scratch against his scalp. ] I may as well be the panel.
[ Of course, though blackmail was one of her impulses in this matter, it was still only one of them. Sex was good, and this body was more responsive than it looked, a warm heat and hunger building in her belly. It was impossible to grind down against the wandering hand to encourage him, but Lucifer made do by engaging in the kiss.
It was what it was. Not a gentle exploration - they were miles past that - but an engagement that promised so much more. Lucifer parted her lips, lashing back against Jeff's tongue, but there was no intent to overpower him. Let him think he's in control, then turn this around on him, show him what a real woman could do.
Oh yes. A real woman. The elevator went "ding", and this real woman dropped her hand to his chest and gave him a deliberate shover, perhaps propelled by a little more power than a woman should have. Though...that would probably just turn Jeff on more. ]
Too slow, [ She teased. ] --And to think, you could have been fingering me from the third floor. [ Lucifer pulled a keycard out from inside her bra, and gave it a little wave to catch his eye, before throwing it over. ] Third door on the left.
[That shove does turn him on, she's right about that, and even though it sends him stumbling back a few more steps than it really should, he'll put that down to him being off guard rather than any ridiculous strength on her behalf. She wouldn't be that strong unless she were an imPort, and he'd already come to assume that definitely wasn't the case.
Damn, that talk of fingering shoots straight to his dick though, and he almost misses the throw thanks to that occupying thought of what could have been and what will totally be. He catches it with a look of casual ease, snapping it out of the air and smirking at his success, stepping back towards her briefly enough to reach for hand and then he's off towards the door. Third on the left, third on the left, third on t-- ah-hah, there.]
I think I could win easy, y'know, if you put in a good word for me. [Yes, he's still on about that sexiest man competition, even as he gets that door open.]
[ Lucifer isn't sure she likes being dragged around, but since they're only going three doors along, she allows it. These are business suites. They're big, comfortable, kept clean, and well - she borrowed the key card from a drunk man who was just settling down for drinks at the bar. She doesn't really care, either, if they get dropped in on. Embarrassment is for humans--it's their punishment, after all, for accepting her wisdom.
Lucifer steps forward as the door opens, taking one step back to show him the room. One step, then she's shoving him back against the wall beside the door, pressing in to crush their lips together again. Now it's her turn, leg pressing between his to part them, hands coming up to get a grip on the tongue of his tie; an anchoring, unyielding grip.
But it's the grind--the grind of her hip against his stirring erection. That's what's meant to get him going. That and the bite to Jeff's bottom lip as she pulls away again. ]
I think you could win easily. Mmm. Who's sexier than you? Look at you.
[Barely inside and he's already against a wall, reaching out to try and push the door closed as Angel descends on him. He pushes into the kiss without argument, tongue pressing forward for the advantage almost immediately like he was the one the initiate the whole thing, always trying to aim for that small level of control. Harder to take control when there's a knee parting your legs and a firm grip on your tie, but he'll take what he can get.
It ends almost as quickly as it started back up, growling a light approval at the teeth on his lip, all rounded off with a throaty moan catching in his throat as she shifts against him far too perfectly. At this rate he'll be left feeling like a high school kid, solid as a rock before his pants even come off, but hey, this isn't his first rodeo.]
Nn, yeah, and you haven't even seen it all yet. [An invitation, as if she needed one, rolling his shoulders to shrug his jacket off them although unwilling to remove his hands from around her waist (which is apparently where they settled when shoved against a wall).] God, I wanna pin you down and fuck you so hard right now.
[ While the kiss lasted, Lucifer let it be a battle, a lashing of her tongue against his, a battle for dominance that she didn't surrender to. ]
Oh, I bet you would. That's just the kind of man you are. An alpha male, all muscle and testosterone.
[ She rolled the tie around her fist, gripping tight, and then as she rolled her shoulders back, Lucifer tugged him after her, squaring her feet to put some force behind it. She pulled on the tie like it was a leash, for a leash it was. ]
I'm sure you have no idea how to give all that up, even for a beautiful woman. To surrender, absolutely...
[ She left him standing in the middle of the room, pulling clear with a sharp jerk away, and her hand raising up in a flat 'stop' gesture. ]
Stay. Good boy.
[ But to rock her condescending tone, Lucifer reached down to take hold of the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over her head. The underwear she wore, as scarlet as the dress, was designed to accentuate her assets. Suspenders and sheer stockings made her legs seem to go on forever. It was all designed to hold him in thrall while she took advantage. The dress pooled at her feet. ]
Oh, you have no ide-- hnggk. [It's not the easiest thing to sound seductive or sexy when being almost garrotted by your own tie, and it's surprise that has him trailing after her without question. His half removed jacket falls to the floor as he's tugged along and as much as he'd love to go back and pick up that ridiculously expensive item of clothing, he's a little busy with being led to do any kind of half-folds or hanging up. The moment he's given the chance, he straightens, working a finger into the knot to loosen it back up while trying to maintain some level of dignity.
The hand gesture, the command; both things he's beyond tempted to counter by moving after her, but then she's lifting that dress over her head and he freezes on the spot, watching eagerly. He thought it difficult that she'd be able to get any more beautiful than she already was, but now Angel's standing there looking like every wet dream ever, and Winger has to remind himself that he's one lucky bastard.
No need to remind him more than once that he's already over dressed for the occasion, fingers quickly lowering to unbutton his waistcoat, then his shirt, leaving them to fall open as he moves to step closer, desperate to get his hands back on her.] Only the tie?
Only the tie, [ She confirmed, with a sharp tilt of her chin as Jeff jerked forward, giving her head a half shake. ] If you want to touch any of this, you're going to have to learn to be more obedient.
[ As if to reenforce her point, Lucifer placed her hand against the center of her breastbone, just under the front clasp of her bra. For a moment, it seemed like she might undo it, but instead her fingers slid down, traced the curve of her ribcage, and then descended down to the swell of her belly. Her fingers curled, just the tip of one dipping underneath the waistband of her underwear. The lace hid just enough. ]
I know it's hard. [ She paused on the word to give it suitable gravitas, and licked her lips. ] But it's absolutely worth it, don't you think? Just giving in...
I'm guessing you've never actually been a submissive. Let me teach you, Mr. Winger. You won't regret it.
[It's so, so hard, or it's definitely going that way if Jeff doesn't sort out this whole getting out of his pants thing soon. She's too distracting though, that trailing hand, finger curling beneath her underwear, the tongue against her lips. He licks his lips too, eyes focused solidly on her lace underwear as she talks. Something about submitting.]
I don't think there's much left you can teach me, but you could try. [Making it obvious from the start that he knows what he's doing in bed, suggesting that he's amazing at it with that sort of experience.
He kicks his shoes off with ease, one then the other, stepping out of them and forward as his hands work on his belt, button and then zip, opening them all but keeping his pants on for the moment. He's halfway there, shirt open, pants open, shoes off, but then he's moving to close the gap, reaching out a hand to hook his fingers into her waistband with the intent of encouraging her closer.]
You sure you just want me rolling over like a good boy? Because I'm way better when I'm bad.
[Catching his bottom lip between his teeth because lip bites are the way to any woman's heart.]
[ Sometimes all it took to convince the other person that you were rocking between the sheets was to be absolutely confident in the fact that you were, and Jeff was no newcomer to the genre. He was confident enough to close the distance that she had put between them, and hook a hand in her underwear, which was all kinds of cocky all on its own.
She slid easily into his arms, let him touch, let him get a feel - perhaps down the back of her thighs, the silk and lace, the silver buckles, but her eyes hung low, lashes shrouding her gaze, so that nothing was given away. ]
Bad boys get punished, Mr. Winger.
[ She said it so promisingly, and then, taking hold of one of those eager paws, she twisted it around behind his back, sidestepping past his hip as she did, and thrusting him - hopefully his lack of balance would mask the fact that Lucifer was cheating a little with his strength - face first down toward the edge of the bed.
Now it was Lucifer's turn to touch inappropriately - or perhaps appropriately, given the situation. She crushed her pelvis against his ass, grinding down, while her hands wandered down his back, all the way to his ass, which she squeezed firmly. ]
Maybe you're just begging for a spanking, but I've never really found that's punishment enough for bad behavior. I guess if you're really bad-- [ She snapped her hips forward, jerking Jeff forward underneath her. ] --I could always pound you, rather than the other way around. If that's not your thing, I suggest you stay on my good side, honey.
[He does get a feel, as much as time will allow, palms and fingers exploring the curves of her hips, the lace of her underwear, the smooth skin of her buttocks, the sheen of silk at her thighs, intent to give a suspender a cheeky flick and yet not even getting close to succeeding.
She's got his arm before he can do anything else, his mind barely able to process what the hell is going on before he finds himself face down in the sheets, a muffled noise of surprise at the soft impact, soon trailing off into a purr as her hands wander and her hips grind. Winger couldn't have countered that move even if he'd tried, she was fast and nimble and surprisingly strong, and he's slow and bulky and entirely untrained, but he's fine with that. Fine with being thrown on the bed, even if it does have her thrusting against him.]
Ho-ly crap. [Still muffled until he finally turns his head to the side, cheek pressed into the bed as he tries to see her from the corner of his eye.] That was awesome. A-grade ass kicking. If that's what I get for being bad, I'm not sure I'd survive the rewards for good.
[Shifting just slightly underneath her, taking the weight away from his twisted arm as much as possible to avoid too much discomfort. He can deal with the grinding and hip jerking, and he can especially deal with the hands on his ass. He can, after all, appreciate any woman capable of kicking ass.]
[ Lucifer smiled handsomely at the compliment, tilting her face over to one side so that she could actually let Jeff see it. ]
The rewards for being good would blow your pretty little mind.
[ She released her hold on his arm, but only so that she could reach for the collar of his shirt and pull the whole kit and caboodle off him. The shirt was tossed aside as carelessly as the jacket, and then she was free to bend in close, pressing her pert mouth against the frame of his ribs, just above the height of his elbow--a ticklish spot.
Her hands wandered still, catching her hands in the waistband of his suit pants to push them down to his knees. The underwear was still in place, of course, but she still ground steadily against him, rhythmic and low. ]
Okay. Now hold still. [ Another order, to see how he obeyed, crouching down behind him and catching the bottom of the underpants legs. Down they went, slowly, and her lips followed, first against the curve of his ass, then down the back of his right leg, slowly. ]
[That smile is great. A lot of this is great. Even if he is bent over the bed with a woman rolling her hips into him, it could be worse, right? It's not something he's entirely against, especially not with someone so attractive and so into him, but clawing back a little more control might be something he needs to aim for eventually.
The shirt's off easily and with his arms now free, he brings them to cross under his head, propping it up just slightly and nestling his forehead into the warmth of his own skin. The lips have him huffing out a throaty laugh, soft and far too ticklish of a touch to be legal, but he definitely wasn't going to complain. Especially not as she travels lower, pulls his pants over his hips and has her hands and lips follow the fabric. God, he didn't even care about that ridiculously expensive suit of his right now. That could get dry cleaned. It'd be entirely worth it.]
Mm. [A small content hum at all this attention, all this worship. Because that's what this is, right? A woman's hands against his body like this is just worship of his form. This isn't him obeying but her idolising him, surely.] I feel like I already need to ask you to marry me. Where have you been all my life?
[ But it couldn't be that, right? Worship of false idols is a sin, Jeff. Lucifer would tell him as much, but she was busy. Preoccupied, actually. She gave him one last lick on the thigh, then grazed her teeth against it, adding just enough suction to leave a dark bruise there. Could she really be blamed for wanting him to flinch when he sat, and remember this whole experience for at least a little while longer? Of course not.
She wasn't too rough, because for the moment it helped if Jeff was a little more obedient, a little more blinded by his own desire. She gave the pants one last rough pull, then stepped back, moving across the room. As she walked, she called out: ]
The window of opportunity for you to touch my breasts is closing in five, four, three--
[ Time to see whether Jeff would try and fail to get out of his pants in time, or try and throw himself across the room in them anyway. Either way it would keep him on his toes, and either way make a point about obeying her commands in the first place. "Everything but the tie" had been very explicit, and now he was going to pay for his flaunting the rules. In the meantime, as she strutted, she took off the bra, unclipping it at the front and pushing it back off her shoulders, before turning to see what option Jeff had chosen: ]
[Nothing wrong with a little worship. He did it virtually every day to himself, idolising himself, his body a literal temple as he desperately tried to keep it at an acceptable level of perfection. If women wanted to come visit this temple of his and show their appreciation, who was he to complain? Let them enjoy their time, let them worship, he could accept any and all praise they had to offer.
This? This was the highest form of praise, soft lips at his thighs, even the teeth approved, hissing out a breath as she sucked against the delicate skin there. She was good, better than most already and they'd barely even begun. So how could he be blamed for wanting to grab a little more?
As the count down begins, he makes his move, pushing himself up straight with an easy push-up, spinning on the spot and making a dash for her-- except he'd already forgotten about the suit pants pooled at his ankles, the ultimate shackles in halting his progress. He falls to the floor with no grace, thumping hard onto an arm and quickly scrabbling to wrestle out of his tailored bindings. There's no way he can make it in time, but he's not going to stop his attempt just for a simple timer, one leg free and already up on one knee by the time she gets to 'one' and... by God, those breasts are distracting as hell...]
[ Jeff on his knees, pants off, looking up at her with an expression of awe--that's what she's wanted all this time. He's so stubborn, so hard to win over, but a little bit of manipulation and there he goes, right where he belongs, on his knees before her.
Lucifer steps forward, slowly, "dressed" only from the waist down, her pert breasts, abs catching the light. She stood over him, amused, then took another step forward, sliding her fingers right into Jeff's hair, holding him tight as she stepped across him. She pressed her crotch to his face, holding him tight as she ground against him. The scent of her arousal was unmistakeable. ]
Do you like that? You want to be used for my pleasure, don't you, Jeff?
[ She tipped his face up toward her, tugging roughly on his hair. ]
I'm going to ride you. I think it's only fair you do a little something for me first, don't you? [ She released her grip on his hair, slowly. ] No hands.
[He's not entirely sure how he ended up in this position when he had every chance to move, but her approach is so sultry, so alluring that he stays right where he is, on his knees, gaze cast upwards as she looms ever closer. It's not an angle he's used to, being this much lower than someone when he tends to be the one towering above others, but it certainly gives him some amazing views.
As that tight grip in his hair drags him in, he's left huffing a few heavy breaths against the warmth she presents, inhaling sharply as he's pulled back, neck craned up to meet her eyes in his. He could fight against this, of course he could, but what fun is there to be had in doing the same shit he always does when he's being presented with this? If she wants foreplay, he's quite happy to give it, so long as he can claim his own pleasure from it all.]
No hands. [He repeats quietly, almost as a reminder to himself and verbal acceptance of the challenge. Not that he's likely to keep to it for long, but he might as well begin on a good note.
Without further questioning he closes the gap again, nose pressing in against her pubic bone to exhale warmly, jaw dropping just enough for his tongue to lap out, the flat of it pressing wetly against her, even with the lacy fabric between them both. He lingers for a few long seconds before closing off with a light, but nevertheless blunt scrape of his bottom teeth, instead turning his attention to literal lip service, light but well placed movements as he mouths against her covered clitoris, hands already starting to lift to her sides because fuck this, it'd be so much easier without that underwear between them.]
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Lucifer takes another step back, then lets Jeff take over, at least to the point of steering them in. He may as well enjoy it--it won't last for long.
When he dips his head toward the glasses, though, she tips away from him, bending in the center of her back so that the glasses move out of reach. ]
Ah-ah! Ladies first.
[ She lifts the glass up to her lips, and drains the fluffy glass, her sharp eyes fixed on him over the top of the glass. She drains it down to the cherry, then lifts the other glass and empties that one too, leaving just the two fruits, the angel's nipples, in the empty glasses.
Now, offering the glasses to him, she's coy again, eyelashes fluttering. ] You can have my cherries.
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He considers the offer laid before him, eyes flicking between the glasses and her coy flutter of eyelashes, and then he makes a decision that really isn't all that hard at all. The two mostly empty glasses are taken but immediately tossed carelessly over his shoulders, hands quickly finding purchase to grip determinedly at her behind while he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck with a scraping of teeth.]
Rather have the real thing. [Cherries. Tits. Whatever. He wants every part of her, preferably right the fuck now, but he supposes he can wait until they actually get into the room first.] You like my show, Angel? [Lets talk about how great he is while he gets more familiar with her neck, because there's no greater turn on than his successes.]
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One hand quickly hunts for the buttons, counting them out with her fingertips in order to hit the correct one, then both wrap around Jeff's back, knotting in his hair, gripping tight as she responds to the tug against her hips with a rolling thrust, hunting out a response from his erection. ]
Never seen it, [ She purred. ] But just between you and me, you're in the running for sexiest man of the year. [ She tipped her face downwards, toward his. ] You do want to win, don't you? Because I'd score you extra if you do a little more with your hands...
[ She raised her leg, wrapping it around his hip, and made a point of grinding a little more openly against him. ]
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But he does as he's told, humming out a soft groan as she grinds against him and his slim cut suit pants that are starting to feel far too tight. A hand slides down the curve of her buttock to the underneath of her thigh, aiding in it's curl around his hip and giving his fingers the perfect opportunity to softly creep against her inner thigh. He does his best to resist the urge of rutting right there on the spot, instead keeping his mind occupied elsewhere, his other hand seeking a loose grip in her hair as he moves to catch her lips with his, open mouthed and not in the slightest bit coy or polite. They're already beyond the point of cute first kisses and light pecks on the cheek, this is an all out tongue offensive.
Okay, so maybe doing it in the elevator wouldn't be such a bad idea. People would be nice enough to just not interrupt them, right?]
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[ Of course, though blackmail was one of her impulses in this matter, it was still only one of them. Sex was good, and this body was more responsive than it looked, a warm heat and hunger building in her belly. It was impossible to grind down against the wandering hand to encourage him, but Lucifer made do by engaging in the kiss.
It was what it was. Not a gentle exploration - they were miles past that - but an engagement that promised so much more. Lucifer parted her lips, lashing back against Jeff's tongue, but there was no intent to overpower him. Let him think he's in control, then turn this around on him, show him what a real woman could do.
Oh yes. A real woman. The elevator went "ding", and this real woman dropped her hand to his chest and gave him a deliberate shover, perhaps propelled by a little more power than a woman should have. Though...that would probably just turn Jeff on more. ]
Too slow, [ She teased. ] --And to think, you could have been fingering me from the third floor. [ Lucifer pulled a keycard out from inside her bra, and gave it a little wave to catch his eye, before throwing it over. ] Third door on the left.
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Damn, that talk of fingering shoots straight to his dick though, and he almost misses the throw thanks to that occupying thought of what could have been and what will totally be. He catches it with a look of casual ease, snapping it out of the air and smirking at his success, stepping back towards her briefly enough to reach for hand and then he's off towards the door. Third on the left, third on the left, third on t-- ah-hah, there.]
I think I could win easy, y'know, if you put in a good word for me. [Yes, he's still on about that sexiest man competition, even as he gets that door open.]
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Lucifer steps forward as the door opens, taking one step back to show him the room. One step, then she's shoving him back against the wall beside the door, pressing in to crush their lips together again. Now it's her turn, leg pressing between his to part them, hands coming up to get a grip on the tongue of his tie; an anchoring, unyielding grip.
But it's the grind--the grind of her hip against his stirring erection. That's what's meant to get him going. That and the bite to Jeff's bottom lip as she pulls away again. ]
I think you could win easily. Mmm. Who's sexier than you? Look at you.
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It ends almost as quickly as it started back up, growling a light approval at the teeth on his lip, all rounded off with a throaty moan catching in his throat as she shifts against him far too perfectly. At this rate he'll be left feeling like a high school kid, solid as a rock before his pants even come off, but hey, this isn't his first rodeo.]
Nn, yeah, and you haven't even seen it all yet. [An invitation, as if she needed one, rolling his shoulders to shrug his jacket off them although unwilling to remove his hands from around her waist (which is apparently where they settled when shoved against a wall).] God, I wanna pin you down and fuck you so hard right now.
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Oh, I bet you would. That's just the kind of man you are. An alpha male, all muscle and testosterone.
[ She rolled the tie around her fist, gripping tight, and then as she rolled her shoulders back, Lucifer tugged him after her, squaring her feet to put some force behind it. She pulled on the tie like it was a leash, for a leash it was. ]
I'm sure you have no idea how to give all that up, even for a beautiful woman. To surrender, absolutely...
[ She left him standing in the middle of the room, pulling clear with a sharp jerk away, and her hand raising up in a flat 'stop' gesture. ]
Stay. Good boy.
[ But to rock her condescending tone, Lucifer reached down to take hold of the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over her head. The underwear she wore, as scarlet as the dress, was designed to accentuate her assets. Suspenders and sheer stockings made her legs seem to go on forever. It was all designed to hold him in thrall while she took advantage. The dress pooled at her feet. ]
Leave your tie on. Everything else can go.
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The hand gesture, the command; both things he's beyond tempted to counter by moving after her, but then she's lifting that dress over her head and he freezes on the spot, watching eagerly. He thought it difficult that she'd be able to get any more beautiful than she already was, but now Angel's standing there looking like every wet dream ever, and Winger has to remind himself that he's one lucky bastard.
No need to remind him more than once that he's already over dressed for the occasion, fingers quickly lowering to unbutton his waistcoat, then his shirt, leaving them to fall open as he moves to step closer, desperate to get his hands back on her.] Only the tie?
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[ As if to reenforce her point, Lucifer placed her hand against the center of her breastbone, just under the front clasp of her bra. For a moment, it seemed like she might undo it, but instead her fingers slid down, traced the curve of her ribcage, and then descended down to the swell of her belly. Her fingers curled, just the tip of one dipping underneath the waistband of her underwear. The lace hid just enough. ]
I know it's hard. [ She paused on the word to give it suitable gravitas, and licked her lips. ] But it's absolutely worth it, don't you think? Just giving in...
I'm guessing you've never actually been a submissive. Let me teach you, Mr. Winger. You won't regret it.
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I don't think there's much left you can teach me, but you could try. [Making it obvious from the start that he knows what he's doing in bed, suggesting that he's amazing at it with that sort of experience.
He kicks his shoes off with ease, one then the other, stepping out of them and forward as his hands work on his belt, button and then zip, opening them all but keeping his pants on for the moment. He's halfway there, shirt open, pants open, shoes off, but then he's moving to close the gap, reaching out a hand to hook his fingers into her waistband with the intent of encouraging her closer.]
You sure you just want me rolling over like a good boy? Because I'm way better when I'm bad.
[Catching his bottom lip between his teeth because lip bites are the way to any woman's heart.]
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She slid easily into his arms, let him touch, let him get a feel - perhaps down the back of her thighs, the silk and lace, the silver buckles, but her eyes hung low, lashes shrouding her gaze, so that nothing was given away. ]
Bad boys get punished, Mr. Winger.
[ She said it so promisingly, and then, taking hold of one of those eager paws, she twisted it around behind his back, sidestepping past his hip as she did, and thrusting him - hopefully his lack of balance would mask the fact that Lucifer was cheating a little with his strength - face first down toward the edge of the bed.
Now it was Lucifer's turn to touch inappropriately - or perhaps appropriately, given the situation. She crushed her pelvis against his ass, grinding down, while her hands wandered down his back, all the way to his ass, which she squeezed firmly. ]
Maybe you're just begging for a spanking, but I've never really found that's punishment enough for bad behavior. I guess if you're really bad-- [ She snapped her hips forward, jerking Jeff forward underneath her. ] --I could always pound you, rather than the other way around. If that's not your thing, I suggest you stay on my good side, honey.
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She's got his arm before he can do anything else, his mind barely able to process what the hell is going on before he finds himself face down in the sheets, a muffled noise of surprise at the soft impact, soon trailing off into a purr as her hands wander and her hips grind. Winger couldn't have countered that move even if he'd tried, she was fast and nimble and surprisingly strong, and he's slow and bulky and entirely untrained, but he's fine with that. Fine with being thrown on the bed, even if it does have her thrusting against him.]
Ho-ly crap. [Still muffled until he finally turns his head to the side, cheek pressed into the bed as he tries to see her from the corner of his eye.] That was awesome. A-grade ass kicking. If that's what I get for being bad, I'm not sure I'd survive the rewards for good.
[Shifting just slightly underneath her, taking the weight away from his twisted arm as much as possible to avoid too much discomfort. He can deal with the grinding and hip jerking, and he can especially deal with the hands on his ass. He can, after all, appreciate any woman capable of kicking ass.]
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The rewards for being good would blow your pretty little mind.
[ She released her hold on his arm, but only so that she could reach for the collar of his shirt and pull the whole kit and caboodle off him. The shirt was tossed aside as carelessly as the jacket, and then she was free to bend in close, pressing her pert mouth against the frame of his ribs, just above the height of his elbow--a ticklish spot.
Her hands wandered still, catching her hands in the waistband of his suit pants to push them down to his knees. The underwear was still in place, of course, but she still ground steadily against him, rhythmic and low. ]
Okay. Now hold still. [ Another order, to see how he obeyed, crouching down behind him and catching the bottom of the underpants legs. Down they went, slowly, and her lips followed, first against the curve of his ass, then down the back of his right leg, slowly. ]
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The shirt's off easily and with his arms now free, he brings them to cross under his head, propping it up just slightly and nestling his forehead into the warmth of his own skin. The lips have him huffing out a throaty laugh, soft and far too ticklish of a touch to be legal, but he definitely wasn't going to complain. Especially not as she travels lower, pulls his pants over his hips and has her hands and lips follow the fabric. God, he didn't even care about that ridiculously expensive suit of his right now. That could get dry cleaned. It'd be entirely worth it.]
Mm. [A small content hum at all this attention, all this worship. Because that's what this is, right? A woman's hands against his body like this is just worship of his form. This isn't him obeying but her idolising him, surely.] I feel like I already need to ask you to marry me. Where have you been all my life?
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She wasn't too rough, because for the moment it helped if Jeff was a little more obedient, a little more blinded by his own desire. She gave the pants one last rough pull, then stepped back, moving across the room. As she walked, she called out: ]
The window of opportunity for you to touch my breasts is closing in five, four, three--
[ Time to see whether Jeff would try and fail to get out of his pants in time, or try and throw himself across the room in them anyway. Either way it would keep him on his toes, and either way make a point about obeying her commands in the first place. "Everything but the tie" had been very explicit, and now he was going to pay for his flaunting the rules. In the meantime, as she strutted, she took off the bra, unclipping it at the front and pushing it back off her shoulders, before turning to see what option Jeff had chosen: ]
Two, one...
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This? This was the highest form of praise, soft lips at his thighs, even the teeth approved, hissing out a breath as she sucked against the delicate skin there. She was good, better than most already and they'd barely even begun. So how could he be blamed for wanting to grab a little more?
As the count down begins, he makes his move, pushing himself up straight with an easy push-up, spinning on the spot and making a dash for her-- except he'd already forgotten about the suit pants pooled at his ankles, the ultimate shackles in halting his progress. He falls to the floor with no grace, thumping hard onto an arm and quickly scrabbling to wrestle out of his tailored bindings. There's no way he can make it in time, but he's not going to stop his attempt just for a simple timer, one leg free and already up on one knee by the time she gets to 'one' and... by God, those breasts are distracting as hell...]
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Lucifer steps forward, slowly, "dressed" only from the waist down, her pert breasts, abs catching the light. She stood over him, amused, then took another step forward, sliding her fingers right into Jeff's hair, holding him tight as she stepped across him. She pressed her crotch to his face, holding him tight as she ground against him. The scent of her arousal was unmistakeable. ]
Do you like that? You want to be used for my pleasure, don't you, Jeff?
[ She tipped his face up toward her, tugging roughly on his hair. ]
I'm going to ride you. I think it's only fair you do a little something for me first, don't you? [ She released her grip on his hair, slowly. ] No hands.
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As that tight grip in his hair drags him in, he's left huffing a few heavy breaths against the warmth she presents, inhaling sharply as he's pulled back, neck craned up to meet her eyes in his. He could fight against this, of course he could, but what fun is there to be had in doing the same shit he always does when he's being presented with this? If she wants foreplay, he's quite happy to give it, so long as he can claim his own pleasure from it all.]
No hands. [He repeats quietly, almost as a reminder to himself and verbal acceptance of the challenge. Not that he's likely to keep to it for long, but he might as well begin on a good note.
Without further questioning he closes the gap again, nose pressing in against her pubic bone to exhale warmly, jaw dropping just enough for his tongue to lap out, the flat of it pressing wetly against her, even with the lacy fabric between them both. He lingers for a few long seconds before closing off with a light, but nevertheless blunt scrape of his bottom teeth, instead turning his attention to literal lip service, light but well placed movements as he mouths against her covered clitoris, hands already starting to lift to her sides because fuck this, it'd be so much easier without that underwear between them.]