Lucifer’s Daughter(13)

Would he think of me when he went home? As his hand slid down his own body, to grip a rock hard cock and stroke it?



My breath came faster, and my finger moved quickly. Would his balls grow tight as he rubbed his shaft? I moaned, a stab of desire making me slick. I fantasized some more, wondering if, as Auric masturbated, would he be thinking of me riding him, my tits jigging over his face? Licking him, my tongue laving its way down his chest. Sucking him, his cock filling my mouth. With a scream, I came, my juices wetting the sheet beneath me, the intensity of my orgasm surprising me.

I didn"t like this power Auric had over my body, even absent, but I seemed helpless to stop it; for, even as I thought his name, I felt the pleasure coiling again. Rub as I may, though, I couldn"t seem to make it go away. I wanted to cry with frustration.

I feared there would be only one solution to my sexual dilemma. But, dammit, I"d put up a fight before I compromised the vow I"d made to myself.





Chapter Four


“I forbid you to see him,” came my father"s booming voice.

“See who?” I asked, through a mouthful of foam as I stuck my head out of the bathroom where I was brushing my teeth.

“You know who I"m talking about. The man you were with last night. You are to stay away from him.”

“Are you talking about Auric?” My father just growled in response. “Since when do you care who I see? And besides, wasn"t it you just the other day who was bugging me to get laid?”

“I still wish you to defile yourself, but you will do so with anyone but him or his companions.”

“Wait, I get it,” I said laughing. “This is your version of reverse psychology. Tell me not to jump him, and I will immediately.”

“Don"t get lippy with me. This is no joking matter. You will stay away from him, or else.” Dad punctuated this with a little hellfire in his eyes, a move that spooked most mortals, but hey, I wasn"t your everyday mortal.

“Or else what?” I asked sassily. I really had a problem with people telling me „no."

“Or I will take you back to Hell with me, and ground you „til you"re one hundred.”

My mouth dropped open. “You wouldn"t dare!”

“I would. And that"s final.”

I"d never seen my dad so adamant about something. Sure, he gave me rules and expected me to break them, but he"d never threatened to ground me before for defying him. Usually, he applauded my outright defiance. Poor Dad, it"s not like he could even punish me properly. I might not have known who my mother was, but she"d left one whopping geas--also known as a spell or curse, depending on its function--on me which protected me from a shit load of stuff, including Dad"s disciplinary hand. Of course, he managed to punish me in other ways. Hiding my books when I"d get to the good part. Making my period start when I was wearing white slacks to school. But physical harm? Never, not that Dad had ever tried. With me, he had tended to be all bark, no bite. So this heavy-handed tactic seemed out of character.

Something about Auric had his horns in a knot, and I had to say, I found myself intrigued. So of course I lied–which would have made Dad happy had he known–and told him what he wanted to hear, while secretly plotting to find out more about Auric, and of course, meet with him again.

“Fine, I"ll stay away. But in Auric"s and his friend"s defense, they were only trying to help me from the hellhound that came to visit me, and the shifter that attacked me in the park.”



“My hounds would never hurt one of my own,” said my affronted father.

“I know that and you know that, but they didn"t. They thought they were being heroes.” Kind of cute, when you thought of it. Mortals trying to save Lucifer"s daughter.

“And what"s this about a shifter? No one told me about a shifter attacking you.”

“Guess your spies are getting lazy, Dad. Don"t worry, I had it mostly under control.”

My father growled, the steam that curled from his ears betraying his ire. I didn"t need to be a psychic to guess that some underlings would be punished for slacking off. Apparently, I wasn"t the only one who"d gotten complacent here on earth.

“I need to go,” said my father abruptly. “I meant what I said, Muriel. Stay away from those men, him especially.” With that last warning, my satanic father, with a wag of his finger, went back to Hades to make some heads roll.

I flopped onto my couch and sighed. Now Dad had done it. Auric, already sexy and dangerous, had just become even hotter because my dad hated him. Oh, my, Auric certainly had my interest now. Only one problem. I had no idea if I"d ever see him again. It"s not like we"d exchanged phone numbers the night before. However, he had said he"d see me today; but I had to wonder if he spoke the truth, seeing how he"d had such an easy time leaving me mid-kiss. I still found that ego-crushing.