Seven - The VIP Pass (i)

Isabelle held her breath as Lucifer’s hand curved around her waist for the first time that night and for once, she tuned out everyone in the room. Everyone blurred out and now the focus was on the handsome devil standing right in front of her. She drank his appearance in and she gulped at the way he twirled her body around. Soft music was blaring from the speakers and now the drunk occupants were finding partners and grinding against each other waiting for everything to go on well. She tried hard to pretend that Lucifer's hands weren’t branding holes through the open skin around her waist and for weird reasons she was growing wet at his touch.

Suddenly he leaned in to whisper something to her, his thick cologne clouded her sense and she wanted to enter him. He smelled of rich musk and the masculine scent of the man himself. He was enjoying himself and her whole reasoning was going haywire. She doubted she would be able to make any decision with the way he was so close by. She gulped again, this time with the attracting raging wilder than usual. She smiled at him and she watched his face contort into a smirk. Now he looked just like the underworld mob boss.

The aura around Lucifer was dark, dark, and mysterious in a cool way. Instead of leaning to whisper whatever he had to say, he swayed her closer before his lips ran along the length of her neck. Isabella was going crazy at the simple but sexual act. His lips left ht trails along her neck and she wanted to do nothing but lay down right there and make him fuck her senselessly but they were in public with half of the club watching closely. Her red outfit did nothing to make it subtle and Isabella kind of enjoyed it. Everyone was watching them and he was dancing with her out in the open, not hiding from a pregnant wife.

“Do you want to dance with me?” Lucifer asked in a very low voice and Isabelle found her throat constricted. He sounded so casual that Isabella almost missed the sexual innuendo in the simple words. He wasn’t asking her to dance with him again, he was asking her for permission to take her somewhere else and fuck out her brains, and for some reason, the thought alone made her hot for him more. She wanted to play his own cards too and feign ignorance and ask him if they were not dancing already but words failed her. Instead, a simple yes found its way out of her mouth and he leaned back. He didn’t even try to hide the knowing smirk on his face, Isabella didn’t care if she would have looked cheap or anything, she just wanted to be fucked till her legs start to quiver. They danced for a while before he slip a card into her hand, then he bowed gracefully before walking out of the dance floor gracefully. Isabelle stood in the middle of the room wondering what just happened and she took another look at the card in her hands, the front was black. She walked back to the bartending stand when another man tried to dance with her.

She looked properly at the card and the back had a floor number, a passcode, and a barcode to be scanned. She turned to look at the door he just walked through and she walked down the same path with excitement bubbling inside her. He was inviting her to one of the special floors of the club and that could only mean one thing; unlimited fun! He was too excited that she also tripped on her way, when she got to the door, a bodyguard stopped her and she showed him the card. He took it from her before scanning it on the dor and it beeped green, granting Isabelle access to the private elevator that took her straight to the floor she was going to. For some weird reason, her blood was pumping and she felt like her life would change the moment she stepped out of here. She would rather be exposed to the best sex of her life or things might go sour. Whatever it was, she was ready for it. She was done trying to play safe. She would explore her options fully and grab life by its balls.

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Lucifer watched the way she paced about in the elevator, for some weird reason he thought she wouldn’t come. The card he gave her the other night, she dropped it by the door when she was leaving, he saw her do it but he decided not to push it. She was probably not interested in seeing him again but seeing her tonight and watching that sultry performance made him know that he would do anything to fuck her. He would make her scream and he would fuck her in a way nobody has ever done.

His main door opened and she walked in gracefully. He walked away from the mirror and he tapped something on his watch, the display on the mirror went back to its default look. No words were said and he walked to the cellar before he poured the alcohol into tall glass cups. He picked them both, and he walked to her before handing her one of them. She was startled when their fingers brushed against each other and Lucifer didn’t say anything. He took a sip of his own wine while maintaining eye contact with her. She took a sip of her own wine and he grabbed her hand startling her.

“You seem jumpy? Are you comfortable at all?” He asked and Isabella nodded. How could she be comfortable when he was shirtless and his taut muscle was glaring at her, begging her to rake her fingers over them. He was built firmly and she wanted to trace her mouth over every skin and kiss them till she left her mark over them. He walked back to her as if he could hear her thoughts, he took the glass out of her hand and he dropped it back on the stellar. He held her hands before he led her inside the room. She was expecting to see something like his playroom back in his house but she was disappointed because this looked perfectly like every normal luxury bedroom.

He walked with her to bed and he turned her around before he pushed her hair aside and he started to kiss her neck. Her breathing became quick and short and she watched her reflection in the mirror standing opposite them. Something about the way his mouth trailed her collarbone and she watched how focused he looked in the mirror made her more hotter. She squirmed under his touch and he brought his hands forward to cup her breast through her sheer lace top. The top left nothing to the imagination but the way his wide palms cupped her boobs made it hotter than it looked. The red of the dress and his milk skin made wide contrast and she grew hotter with her juices pooling in her pant.

“Do you see how beautiful you look, with my hands around you looking like a fucking masterpiece. I want to worship you, Isabelle. I want to fuck you and build a temple around your body. I want to set a record no other nigga would be able to beat. I want to fuck you till your legs quiver and I want to show you how you should be fucked. Do you see how hard I’m growing for you?” He asked before rubbing his length against her ass. Isabella closed her eyes as she imagined how she would feel if she took the entire length. From feeling it, she knew she was going to be sore by morning.

“Don’t close your eyes sweetheart, watch me.” He commanded gruffly and Isabelle opened her eyes and she watched every movement of his through the mirror. He was driving her close to the edge by just familiarizing his hands with her body and she enjoyed it too much. It felt like she was taking too much sugar, it was bad for her health but she enjoyed it.

He turned her away from the mirror and he led her towards the bed. He sat on it and she was standing in front of him. He was watching keenly and somehow she started to remove her clothes as slowly as she could, she enjoyed the way his eyes raked over her body impatiently as if he was impatient yet he was enjoying the tease show.

She removed everything on her and when she wanted to remove the stocking and her panties, he stopped her. She knelt down before him and she reached for his belt without breaking eye contact with him. She was a bad girl and she would show him how bad girl does their things.