Punish Me Lucifer

Rated 18

When Lucian Devlin walked into the penthouse that night, the silence was thick with something he couldn’t name. Maybe it was rage. Maybe it was possession burning a hole through his chest. Or maybe, it was that image—the one he hadn’t been able to shake since the moment it happened.

Serena.

Kissing another man.

Not just any man. The green-eyed stranger with the kind of face women remembered and men feared. Lucian had felt his entire being freeze in that moment. And then, it shattered.

He hadn’t spoken a word on the drive home. Kael had tried to brief him on security details from the banquet, but Lucian had waved him off, barely holding himself together. The sound of Serena's laugh from earlier still clung to his skin like perfume. The memory of her body, of how it clung to his, burned through him.

He didn’t knock.

He walked straight into the bedroom where Mona had prepared her just as instructed: naked, waiting, head lowered.

She looked up when he entered, startled by the fire in his eyes. But there was no time for questions. Lucian’s jacket hit the floor. His tie followed. Then the sound of leather. The belt he rarely removed in anyone’s presence.

“Lucian,” she whispered, unsure. “What—?”

“You disobeyed me. Again.”

“I didn’t—”

“You let him touch you. You let him kiss what belongs to me.”

Serena’s breath caught. That fire in his eyes—jealousy? No. Something darker. Possession. Raw, terrifying hunger.

Serena POV

I heard him before I saw him.

The soft click of the front door. The sound of his shoes on the marble floor. A pause, like he was centering himself. And then—footsteps again, louder this time, more purposeful. My breath caught as Lucian walked in.

His shirt was half-unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He looked like a man barely holding it together. The storm in his eyes wasn’t hidden. He didn’t bother masking it.

Rage. Jealousy. Hurt.

And beneath it all, lust.

He shut the door behind him and locked it. The click echoed through the room.

“Bed, now”. Hands above your head.

Just one word. One command. It wasn’t shouted. It didn’t need to be. It was low, calm, and edged with something dangerous.

I hesitated for only a second, and that was enough for my own skin to feel too tight. I stood, heart pounding, fingers trembling. Because I couldn’t breathe, because I was terrified, because I was burning.

Lucian watched me like a predator. Not with cruelty, but with hunger. Possession. Pain. When I stood, fully naked in front of him, he didn’t touch me.

He moved to the drawer.

My stomach flipped when he pulled out the velvet-lined box. Inside were toys I had only ever heard about in whispered rumors—things I never imagined myself using, much less craving.

But Lucian was good at making me forget the world I came from.

He pulled out a soft silk blindfold first. Then wrist cuffs. A slim, jewel-tipped butt plug. A sleek pink dildo. And something I hadn’t expected—a curved toy that vibrates with a soft purr when he turns it on.

“You let him kiss you,” Lucian said, voice low, walking behind her. “And all I could think about was this mouth.”

He ran his fingers over my lips.

“And how much better it looks when it’s moaning my name.”

I gasped when he tied my wrists behind my back. The silk was cool, soft, but the tension he tied them with was real. Final. My heartbeat thudded in my throat.

“I should punish you,” he murmured against my ear. “I should bend you over and spank you until you cry.”

His hand trailed over my bare ass.

“But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you so full of pleasure you forget every man’s name but mine.”

He blindfolded me.

You want to touch another man, Serena? Then tonight, you’ll feel everything without seeing. Let’s see how loyal your body is.” I gasped as the first sting of the whip landed—not harshly, but enough to jolt me. Then another. Each one, carefully placed on my thighs, my inner hips, and my stomach.

Then, silence. Except for his breath.

“Lucian...”

The bed dipped. I felt his mouth on my nipple, sucking, biting gently. My body arched before I realized I was reacting.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Yes,” he growled. “You’re mine, Serena Vale. And I’ll remind you until you stop fighting it.”

The spanking came next. Harder. Rhythmic. His hands found every spot that made me cry out. Then his fingers slid between my legs, teasing me while I was still writhing from the sting.

“Why are you wet?” he asked roughly.

“I—I don’t know.”

“I do. Your body knows who it belongs to.”

Darkness wrapped around me, sharp and consuming. Every sound heightened. Every brush of air made me twitch. I couldn’t see him—but I could feel him.

Lucian kissed down my spine. I whimpered.

He made me kneel on the bed and spread my knees apart. I was exposed. Vulnerable. A trembling, wet mess of nerves and anticipation. And then his hands were on my thighs—firm, warm, and claiming.

He used his tongue first. Slow, deep strokes that made me shudder. He didn’t rush. Didn’t stop. He brought me to the edge once, then pulled away, laughing when I whimpered.

“Not yet.”

He teased me with the dildo next. Slipping it inside me inch by inch until I cried out. My hips bucked, desperate for more.

Then the plug.

Lucian whispered filth into my ear as he slid it in. My whole body tensed—then melted. The stretch, the fullness, the complete domination of my senses—it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was panting, moaning, and shaking.

And when he finally turned on the vibrator, pressing it against my clit while the dildo moved inside me, I screamed. My orgasm tore through me like fire.

Lucian didn’t stop.

He pushed me again. And again. Toying with me . Pushing my limits. My thighs trembled violently. My voice broke. I lost count of how many times I came.

And still, my body begged for more.

I felt drunk on pleasure. On him.

He untied me and flipped me onto my back, removing the blindfold. His face hovered above mine—sweat at his temples, pupils blown wide with desire.

I looked ruined

And he looked like the only man who had ever truly known me.

“You don’t even understand,” he whispered, brushing his fingers over my lips. “What do you do to me?”

He slid inside me finally—bare, hot, thick—and I cried out. My body was already oversensitive, overstimulated. But this? This was what I needed.

He didn’t hold back.

He shoved into me without warning, hard and thick. I screamed from the stretch, the fullness. He didn’t wait. He pounded into me like a storm. My blindfold slipped with the force of my motion, but I kept my eyes closed, too overwhelmed to think. My wrists tugged against the binds as he fucked me with brutal dominance, not out of hate—but out of rage. Out of craving.

And I responded. God, I responded. Screaming his name. Begging. Begging for more. He flipped me, spanked me again, fucked me deeper.

“Mine,” he said with every thrust. “Mine.”

“Lucian—please—”

“Louder.”

“Lucian!”

When I came, I nearly passed out. He followed with a groan so guttural it didn’t sound human. But he didn’t pull out. Not right away.

“I can’t think straight with you in my bed,” he muttered

Every thrust was punishment. Every stroke is a promise. He kissed my mouth hard, biting my lower lip until I whimpered.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, trying to hold on, trying to survive the storm inside me.

“I hate that I need you,” he said against her mouth.

“I need you too,” I breathed, choking on another sob of pleasure.

When we came—together—it felt like everything shattered. The pain. The jealousy. The fear. All of it melted into heat, sweat, and something dangerously close to love.

I collapsed beneath him, boneless, breathless, wrecked.

Breathing hard.

Silent.

Like something inside both of us had broken wide open.

And neither of us knew what to do with it.

Then he whispered it.

“Serena Vale... what are you doing to me?”

A tear slipped from my eye, though I didn’t know why. He didn’t move. Just laid there, cock still inside me, wrapped in my heat.

Let another man touch even the sole of your feet again Serena Vale, I wouldn't be this gentle and God yes I wanted him, it was like an obsession, the dark part of me resolved that I was going to break his rules, because the punishment felt so good, I craved it.

And for the first time in years—Lucian Devlin slept.

No nightmares. No ghosts. Just me.

I stared into the darkness, no longer scared. Only confused.

Because now I wanted the punishment.

I wanted him.

Even if it broke me.

Even if it burned.