🔺Imagine that your Lucifer’s human “pet”, and he decides to do some behavioral training with you...💋🔺
LuciferxFemReader
(Mature Audiences: BDSM themes and swears, pet play/degrading/pain play)
"I don't think I told you to move!" He rocked back and forth pulling a dart from thin air. "Tsk, tsk." He sighs in a murmur as he moves the dart in his hand back and forth pinching it between his fingers looking at a spot besides your head. He squints his eyes and let his tongue hang out the corner of his mouth as he pulls his hand back.
You shut your eyes as he throws it towards you, you hear the air whiz by your ear and the sharp thunk of the dart hitting the wall. You open your eyes and he stands there, staring at you. His hands now in his pockets. You glance to your right without moving your head and see the feathery end of the dart sticking out of the wall.
"Alright, since you moved and flinched...you know what that means," he says in a singsong voice, pulling a hand out of his pocket and dancing his fingers in the air.. "On the floor." He scrunches his face and lowered his head, glancing at the floor and then your face.
He tilts his head, upon noticing you not doing what he instructed.
He points to the ground, but you don't move.
He leans back with a smug grin, the lines on his eyes moving with his squinting eyes. He raises his eyebrows and you jump a little as he takes a step towards you. Your heartbeat thumps against your chest as he takes his time walking over to you, the sound of his feet against the hardwood floor the only sound in the den. His mustard color jacket, covering his white T-shirt. His dark blue pants cuffed revealing white socks underneath his brown shoes. His dirty blond hair, pushed back, neatly, yet the ends on the side of his face, stuck out just a little.
He stops in front of you his chest close to your face, he smelled so good. The wrinkles of his shirt, grabbed your attention you wanted to look up, you did a bit, but not at his face. He flexes back his shoulders and then does a little shimmy. You can feel his eyes looking down at you with that terrifying smile of his. "Oh, so you didn't hear me?" He blinks twice and pulls the dart from the wall beside your head, you flinch again at the suddenness of this movement. But you look up at his face.
He examines the dart with an unsatisfied expression and bites on his lower lip.
"That's unfortunate...for you."
He grabs your shoulder and pushes you down, hard. Your knees buckle and your face slams into his waist, and slides down one of his legs. Your hands grab at the sides of his legs so you can push yourself off him. But he sidesteps and slams his foot down on your upper back. You let out a whine as the wind is knocked out of you, your palms clutching at the floor. You turn your face to the side, feeling the pain of your rear in the air as your knees press against your chest. You only see his other foot as he turns the one against your back as if rubbing off something from his shoe.
You let out a sound as he puts some of his weight on you "I wonder how hard I'd have to squeeze you. To pop ya like a gusher~" he chuckles as he lifts his foot, and squats down, craning his face to meet yours as he pulls on your shirt tightly, the collar of your shirt choking you. "Aren't you curious? Hmm?"
He purses his lips and scratches the side of his chin. The sound of his stubble against his fingernails, is similar to Velcro.
"Well, let's find out huh?" His face looses its smile as he pushes the palm of his hand against your back and pivots. "Ugh, I'm too old for this..." He lets out a low long sigh as he sits on top of your back, he drapes his arms over his knees and twirls the dart in one hand. His weight, pushed your lungs and rib cage against the floor. You let out a uncomfortable sound and he chuckles, each chuckle pushing against your back.
"My arnt you the comfy seat!" He rocks himself back and forth on your back as he runs his hand from the top of your head to the back, in a petting motion. His fingers were so thick and heavy and his nails occasionally raked across your scalp. Each movement, made your knees sandwich your ribs harder.
"I just love all the whining and trembling breathes your doing, keep it up."
You feel something sharp on the space close to your tail bone. It presses itself against your bare skin, and lifts off. Over and over.
"So, let me just say. When I tell you to do something-" You feel it press harder and longer against your skin. You try to move you back lower to the ground and he only follows, pressing harder.
"-you do it. Kay? I'm getting tired. Of you bratting it up." You feel his head nod as his body shakes. Every breath is starting to hurt . You clench you're fists and move them closer to your face.
"I want my little pet, to be trained..." he lifts the dart and the pain stops. "Oh, I haven't even gotten you a collar." He slaps his knee with his free hand and leans his head down to your face.
You beg him to get off, softly.
He sucks in his lower lip and looks at you blankly, you watch as he continues to chew on it.
"Nah." he says with head shake squinting his eyes before straightening up and moving his legs, criss cross on you. Making the uncomfortableness worse.
"As I was saying, collar...collar..." he clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers, this makes you jolt and he chuckles feeling you do so. "Well. Until I get one. Guess I gotta improvise." You feel him pivot on your back, you swear you felt your spine crack.
His legs now on either side of your body as he faces your rear. He leans over pressing one of his elbows onto your hip and tugs your shirt up revealing your lower back.
"Now. Hold still~" he cooes as he presses the top of the dart and starts sliding against your skin, cutting into your flesh. You let out a cry as you try and move your knees out from under you. He grasps your waist and squeezes it as you do. "Don't. Move." He growls tightening his grip as he continues to make slow cuts into your skin, using it like paper.
He starts to hum as you feel the sharp stinging sensation travel with the direction of the dart.
You beg him with gasping breaths to stop, you tell him this is too much.
"I.....F....E....." he says ignoring your pleas as his dart follows with each letter, mimicking it on your backside.
"R...." he rolls the" "r" and stops moving the dart but pushes it hard into your skin as he releases your waist. He leans over and blows chilling air on the open cuts and it stings fiercer than Hydrogen Peroxide. He lifts the dart and lets out a satisfied grunt.
"Now, it's upside down. But~" he pats the side of your rear. "At least it's on there. How great is that?!"
He shifts his weight and your able to breath better, you take a deep breath in and your body shakes as he stands off you, tears run down your cheeks as you try and press yourself up, onto yo ur hands and knees. He lets out a sharp whistle and your stop. Buckling back down into your face. You feel the top of his shoe press against your side and you let him push you sideways. Your whole body shakes. The stinging sensation worsening with each second, you disassociate in the direction of his shoes.
“Ugh. Don't tell me your broken already?" He lays down besides you and looks at your face, amused.
You sneer and look away from his eyes but suddenly your face snaps back to his, this movement sending a pain down your neck.
"Oh, no...I still see it...you still need some behavior training." He sucks in his lower lip and let’s it drop.
" Don't try and to be tough. I know how to make people do what I want." He reaches over to you and places his thumb against your chin. "But your not a person, are you? Your my little animal. My whimpering..." he rubs his thumbs in small circles. "...potty trained, little bitch..." he giggled staring at you coldly.
"I'm going to take very good care of you, as long as you keep me entertained." He says wagging his finger in your face.
He slides his thumb up your jaw. "Whose my pretty little girl? Aww...look at you, such wet eyes..." he rubs at your tears and then slides his finger across your eyebrow. "Such a pitiful, little thing...so weak, so breakable. So fun~"
"But I'll take good care of you. Take you for walks. Have you sit on my laps during meetings...Well, I will as long as you be a good girl." His face is so comforting yet his words strike this weird feeling into your heart.
"I have to say, your my most favorite pet that my daddy's ever given me...all mine to play with, all mine to enjoy...." he smiles wide, showing his teeth.
"It's so interesting what you do to me...I just couldn't just let you go unclaimed...I hope you understand that I do this all out of love~" His smile drops as he stares into your eyes.He rolls his tongue around in his mouth. Your eyes start to droop.
You feel a series of small slaps against the side of your face. "Nuh uh, wakey wakey. I'm not finished playing with you yet..." he snaps his hands to your collar of your shirt and pulls you up as he stand up, you choke and spit escapes the corner of you mouth. He winces and lets out a Eww as he takes his jacket and rubs it against your lip.
"Disgusting. Stop that..." He gives you a good look tilting his head before pulling you along to a throne on the other side of the room. He sits down and lets go. He pats the inside of his leg.
"Sit."
Your body trembles and you start to turn around to sit. But he grabs your wrist and turns you back around.
"Siiiiit. He sings.
"You climb into his lap. Feeling his heavy breaths against your chest as you wrap your arm around his shoulder and your knees rest on either side of his legs.
"Get comfortable..." he whispers in your ear. The chill making goosebumps travel down your body.
"My...you feel so soft and warm...and that scent of yours " he whispers as he presses the tip of his nose against the side of your neck. You let out a soft exhale as he does this. "It's sickening..."
