Lustful Paradise

"Ahhh..." Sasha cried out as she struggled to maintain her composure, her body betraying her by responding to the unexpected intrusion. Her walls clenched around his fingers as if they were hungry and eager for his touch.

It was as if she were a prisoner in her own body, a prisoner to his command, a prisoner to her desires. Her heart pounded, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she didn't. It felt too damn good.

As his fingers pumped in and out of her, curling and teasing her inner walls, her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more of the exquisite friction.

"Oh, fuck," Sasha whimpered as his thumb found her swollen clit and started to rub in slow, deliberate circles. Her mind went blank as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, drowning out everything else.

She could feel the pressure building within her core, her climax approaching with alarming speed, but before she could reach the edge, Lucifer suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving her panting and aching, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire.

"What are you doing? I was so close..." Sasha whispered, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation. Her hips moved instinctively, chasing the elusive release that had been so cruelly denied. But before she could protest further, she heard a loud slapping sound and felt a sharp sting on her left butt cheek.

Then she felt Lucifer's strong hands once again on her, this time grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her back. This made her position even more vulnerable and open, and her head sank down onto the mattress, making the curve of her ass even more prominent.

The sound of Lucifer's deep, steady breaths filled the room, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her exposed and vulnerable body.

And then Sasha heard it—the sharp, metallic click of a handcuff snapping shut around left her wrist.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Sasha exclaimed in alarm. She tried to pull away, but Lucifer's grip on her wrists was firm and unyielding. Another metallic click, and she was cuffed, her arms trapped behind her, making her helpless and completely at Lucifer's mercy.

Seeing her cuffed and her naked, beautiful body bent over and her round ass sticking out, Lucifer's desire spiked, and he couldn't resist spanking her one more time on the ass. "I am teaching you how to behave and address me, and this is just the beginning, Sasha."

"I'm not your fucking slave, boy!" Sasha spat out, struggling against her restraints. "And how did you even find those handcuffs?"

"They were under your bed. Looks like someone is into kinky shit. But that just made it more convenient for me." Lucifer laughed and ran a finger down her spine. "Oh... the things I will do to you..."

"Don't think too much. They came along with the other stuff I bought from the sex shop last time. I never even tried them and don't intend to. Now, just remove them, Lucifer! You are taking this way too far. What is your plan now?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

With that, Lucifer looked at the items he had picked up from under Sasha's bed. Aside from the handcuffs, there were a few more things he could use—a ball gag, blindfolds, a leather flogger, and dildos of various sizes. Yet none of those dildos came even close to matching his member in terms of size and girth—not that he was boasting about himself, but it was a simple truth he noticed.

A mischievous grin played on Lucifer's lips as his hand reached for a pink, rubbery-looking dildo, which was the smallest of the bunch, and waved it in front of Sasha. "Look at this. Do you really get off with such small things? I can tell none of these dildos match my cock. They are way smaller and thinner. But since you have them here, I am pretty sure you use these on yourself."

"Shut up! As I said, some things came along with other things, and they are just useless for me. I would never waste my time on any of those things." Sasha snapped back at Lucifer. "If you are going to use them, just pick the biggest one, or even better, use your own cock and be done with it, you bastard! Stop wasting my time and making fun of me. You are so bad!"

But Lucifer ignored her protests. Instead, he moved his hand, and Sasha gasped as she felt the tip of the dildo teasing her wet entrance, sliding along her slick folds, coating itself with her juices, and nudging gently against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

The dildo's rubbery texture was smooth and cool, contrasting with the hot, pulsing need that was building inside her. She wanted more; she needed more than the teasing touch he was giving her.

"Lucifer, I said to pick a biggest dildo and stop teasing me," Sasha growled in frustration. But he ignored her again.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Lucifer began to push the dildo into Sasha's wet pussy. Despite her resistance, she was so turned on that her body offered no resistance, allowing the dildo to glide in without much effort. Inch by inch, it filled her, until he buried it to the hilt.

"Mhmmm..." Sasha moaned as she felt the full dildo inside her, pressing against her walls. But it was nothing impressive and didn't satisfy her, given her size preferences. It felt more like a small intrusion, lacking the intensity and size she craved. She felt empty, as if it wasn't enough. It was like being served a tiny appetizer when her body was hungry for a full meal. "You asshole, I said to pick a biggest one, and you did just the opposite."

Lucifer didn't pay any attention to her complaint and instead began moving the dildo in and out of Sasha, watching her pussy cling to the toy and listening to the wet squelching sound it made. He twisted it and pulled it out, only to shove it back in, deeper and slower, setting a steady rhythm.

"Ahn... Mhmm... Lucifer, please... More..." Sasha whimpered, her body arching, trying to get more stimulation from the dildo, but it wasn't enough to give her the satisfaction she craved. It was like he was toying with her, and she hated it.

Lucifer could feel the desperation in Sasha's body—the way her inner walls clenched around the toy, seeking more stimulation. But he was determined to keep her on edge, to make her beg for the release she craved, and to show her that she wasn't in control anymore.

As time went by, Sasha became more and more desperate, her moans turning into soft whimpers, pleading and demanding that he use his cock or pick a larger toy to satisfy her needs. She was a proud woman, but she couldn't deny the hunger burning within her, and Lucifer's teasing had stoked the flames of her desire to a fever pitch.

After a few more minutes, Sasha finally cried out, "Damn you, Lucifer! Fuck me with your big dick already!"