"Please try to keep your jaw off the floor."
Lucifer did indeed have to fight the drop of his jaw when he saw her. "Bloody hell," he muttered.
"So?" she asked. "What do you think?"
"I think I want to bend you over the table and fuck you right now," he answered. "You're stunning, pet."
Hermione smiled and blushed as he got up and slowly walked around to inspect her from every angle.
His fingers trailed over her bare shoulders as he circled behind her, teasing the tiny tendril of hair at the nape of her neck.
"No one will ever recognize you. Hell, I barely recognize you. How do you feel?"
She shrugged. "Pretty."
Lucifer laughed. "No, I mean, are you still stoned and dizzy?"
"Oh." She grinned. "No, I'm fine."
He came around and tipped up her face. "I'm glad you feel pretty. I want this to be fun for you."
Samael cleared his throat loudly, and Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're welcome," Samael said petulantly.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Yes. Thank you very much. Your talents have been noted."
Hermione smiled at him. "Will you display my collar now?"
Smirking at her enthusiasm, Lucifer touched her neck with his fingers, and she was marked.
"You look lovely, pet," he whispered with a soft kiss. "Are you ready to do whatever I ask tonight?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Make me proud."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. You want to wear your plug, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Bend over the table. I've got the lube right here."
She got into place then felt the cold gel on her hole and arched her back for more.
Without a word, Samael chose this moment to leave.
Hermione sat in Lucifer's lap and stroked the side of his cheek. "You look nice tonight, sir."
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, pet. But I'm afraid I'm an unworthy match to such beauty."
She blushed. "That's very sweet, sir. May I kiss you?"
He smirked. "Yes."
Her lips kissed a trail down his cheek until she reached his mouth; he felt her tongue on his lower lip, and she latched on.
His cock twitched at the nip and suck.
She didn't stop until Lucifer put his thumb to her chin and eased her back. "That's enough, pet. We should go."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir."
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They came out in a small, dark paneled foyer where a burly and serious-looking black man guarded the only door forward.
The muscled guy did a double take and smirked. "Well, the prodigal man returns. How the hell have you been?"
Lucifer shrugged. "You read the papers. It good to see you, Calvin. This is my new submissive."
Calvin studied Hermione with an appraising gaze then looked back at Lucifer.
He opened the door for them. "Have fun. Tell Benjamin you're here. He'll be glad to see you."
"I'll find him now." Lucifer guided Hermione through the door.
They walked into an open, grand entryway.
Hermione stared in awe at the curving staircase and white marble floors.
The walls were stark white, but the the trim and sweeping banister were painted black, which brought out the flecks in the marble.
There were a couple of delicate cherry tables and an enormous gold-framed modern painting on one wall.
Hermione felt as though she'd stepped into a museum.
Lucifer smiled and took her hand, leading her through the door to the left.
They entered a large, richly-furnished yellow room that appeared far more inviting than the icy entryway they'd just left.
About fifteen or twenty people were sitting or milling about.
Hermione relaxed a little about her appearance.
Every woman there wore some kind of lingerie . . . or less. Three were totally naked.
Half the people, male and female, sported masks.
A well-built man with dark curly hair noticed their arrival and headed toward them with a smile.
Hermione thought he looked like a grown-up Botticelli angel.
"Lucifer!" the man said with a kind smile. "I don't believe my eyes."
Lucifer smiled back. "Benjamin."
Hermione had never seen him smile at anyone besides her; she stared openly in shock.
They shook hands warmly, and Benjamin clapped him on the shoulder. "My God, I can't believe you're here. It's been almost twenty years."
The man smiled at Hermione. "And who's this?"
Lucifer took her hand again and pulled her closer. "My new pet. And by new, I mean she's never been out before."
"How do you do, my dear?" Benedict said, holding out his hand to her.
Hermione looked at Lucifer, and he nodded at her.
"It's all right, pet. Benjamin is safe. This is his house."
Hermione gave the man her hand, and he brought it to his lips, softly kissing the backs of her fingers.
She blushed, and he let go with a warm chuckle.
"Charming. If you need anything while you're here, just ask for me."
Hermione was too distracted by the woman leading a man on a leash to answer.
Lucifer took her out the other door.
They were in a small hallway that ended in stairs that descended in a curve to a lower level.
Lucifer pressed her against the wall and smirked down at her.
"How are you doing, love?"
"F-Fine, sir."
"Good. Let's go downstairs and see how wet we can get those new knickers."
Hermione smiled at him. "Yes, sir."
He kissed her hard and fast then led her downstairs.
They came out in a huge sprawling room with multiple doors leading from it.
Numerous sofas and chairs filled the space.
But Hermione was too busy watching the people to notice her surroundings.
There were couples all over each other and some in groups.
Straight ahead, a woman was on her knees, sucking a long-haired man.
There was a small group near them, and from what Hermione could see, a man was letting the observers finger and pinch the girl on his lap.
She realized that directly to her right, in an expensive leather armchair, a very naked girl was riding a man while sucking another man's cock.
Hermione scooted to her left, feeling she'd accidentally intruded on their space.
Yet she couldn't tear her eyes from them.
'Is that what I looked like with Lucifer and Samael the other night?'
It seemed rude to just stare, so she turned her face into Lucifer's arm and hoped he would move them a little further away.
She was practically in the action with them.
Lucifer snickered. "They want you to watch, love, or else they wouldn't be here."
The man in the chair peered up at them. "Lucifer?"
Lucifer looked down. "Nat. Good to see you."
Nat looked a lot older than Lucifer but seemed in good shape.
'He hasn't even broken a sweat, Hermione thought. Although maybe that's because he's being sat on.'
Nat was totally clothed (in contrast to the naked woman in his lap).
The other man looked much younger and was shirtless, wearing black leather trousers.
Hermione wondered if they made his cock taste like rawhide.
Nat grabbed his woman's hair and pulled her face off the other man. "Patricia, say hello to my old friend Lucifer."
The breathless woman looked dazed, her lips swollen and wet. "Hello, sir. May I please suck your cock?"
Lucifer shook his head. "No. It has been owned by this girl."
Hermione's cheeks swelled up with so much pride, she felt like flying.
Nat let go of her hair, and she went back to the cock in front of her. "She has to ask every man who stops to watch. She's lucky it's a slow night."
Hermione felt sorry for the woman.
Sucking cock wasn't an easy job; her lips were usually raw just from doing Lucifer over, and over.....and its size just keeps increasing.
Hermione felt she would choke one day with his cock buried so deep...
Clinging to Lucifer, she wondered if it was a punishment or if that woman enjoyed sucking off random guys.
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