Lustful Paradise

But Lucifer didn't plan on letting her off the hook yet, not when he saw how uncomfortable the subject matter was for Emelia, which was a weakness he could exploit to gain control of their situation.

"Oh no! We can't forget about that, Ms. Emelia! It's important for you to understand the full weight of your actions. I mean, come on! If you want me to just focus on you, then why does that shining ring of yours on your finger keep distracting me?

How can I keep myself from thinking about your husband when it's staring right at me?" Lucifer continued his teasing, enjoying watching Emelia squirm in discomfort. "And you're talking like you've already decided that we will do something sexual. I didn't know I agreed to do anything with you."

"What's the problem with that ring? Just think about my body and ignore it. Forget about it! There's nothing else between us." Emelia tried to explain. But Lucifer kept pressing on, his words causing her guilt and doubt to grow even further.

"Nothing else, you say? Are you sure there's nothing? Is this how you're supposed to behave as a married woman? I think I'm having second thoughts about this, Ms. Emelia... You know what?

I think it's best that you go home to your husband now. And leave me alone. You are married after all. I am sorry that I ever did something indecent. I apologize for that." Lucifer feigned an apologetic expression, and Emelia frowned.

She was not having any of his fake acts. She was tired of being toyed with. "Enough, Lucifer. Enough with the games. You know very well that you are just as responsible as I am, so stop trying to make yourself sound innocent. We both know you are anything but that.

And if it's about rings, then take this off." Emelia took her ring from her finger and tossed it on the floor, her eyes locked on his.

The look in her eyes sent a chill through him, and Lucifer couldn't suppress his smirk. She had a fierceness to her. He admired that. She had an inner fire, strength, and a determination he hadn't seen before. And that turned him on even more.

"Now, there is nothing on my hand. And I want to pleasure you, Lucifer. So, please, let's just get on with it. You can't back off now."

Lucifer could hear desperation in her voice. And he was enjoying every moment of this, seeing her like this was turning him on.

But Lucifer didn't want to go with her flow. Instead, he wanted to make her submit to his will. And that's what he did. He pushed Emelia back onto the mattress, pinning her down beneath his weight, making it clear he was in control.

"You're right. There is no ring. But I still don't think this is going to happen."

"What? Why? Why do you keep playing games with me?"

"Because you're getting a bit ahead of yourself. And that needs to change." Lucifer said. "You can't be giving orders and calling the shots here. You can't assume that we'll do anything without me saying so. If we are going to do something, it'll be when I decide that we will.

And right now, that isn't happening." Lucifer then reached for her bra and removed it, exposing Emelia's full, firm breasts once again. He tossed the bra away, admiring her perfect figure.

"You bastard! What are you trying to prove?" Emelia snapped, frustrated and confused.

"That I'm in control here," Lucifer replied with a smile.

Emelia's frown deepened as she realized the situation she'd gotten herself into. The man who'd just been massaging and fondling her body was now acting as though he held power over her. And Emelia was not used to being controlled by others, especially by younger men.

And yet... Emelia felt helpless. Her body was still tingling from Lucifer's previous touch, and she was aroused and horny beyond measure. But most importantly, Lucifer had her trapped, his larger frame pinning her beneath his weight.

"I didn't say we would engage in intercourse, Mr. Lucifer. I just want to help relieve you. Please don't mistake my actions for something more than that. So I don't understand why you are acting this way." Emelia explained. Her words came out soft and desperate, betraying the calmness she tried to project.

Lucifer looked down at her, his gaze meeting hers, and she could feel the tension building between them. "Look, you've got the wrong idea about me, Ms. Emelia. You think that I'd be satisfied with a little touching? Or a handjob? Maybe even a blowjob?

That's not me, and it never will be." He stated with confidence.

"But you said you wanted to relieve your erection... That's why I am offering to help you with that."

"And what if I told you that my kind of relief requires something else?"

"What are you saying?" Emelia questioned. A part of her feared his answer. But she needed to know.

"Let's just say that I like sex, and I love to fuck... And I am not easily satisfied by anything less than a full sexual encounter. So I'm afraid your 'assistance' won't be enough. Not by a long shot."

Lucifer watched her reaction and smiled when he noticed the look on her face. He was certain she hadn't expected such a response. She might be an older, experienced woman. But she wasn't ready for the likes of him.

"What!? That's... No... I can't." Emelia exclaimed, shaking her head. She was appalled. She had assumed he just needed some help getting off.

She thought it was something she could handle—a simple physical task, like helping him masturbate. It wasn't something she was looking forward to, but if that's what he needed, she was willing to assist him, thinking that was all it would take to get her mind and conscience clear, allowing her to go home to her husband.

However, it turned out to be more complicated than she'd anticipated.