Lustful Paradise

Chapter 165: Lucifer, You Are So Bad...

Without wasting any more time, Lucifer moved to a sitting position, causing Sasha to roll onto the mattress with a soft giggle. She was lying on her side next to him, and he turned to face her.

As he reached out, his fingers traced a path over her skin, from her cheek to the curve of her jaw. "You're so beautiful, Aunt Sasha. I could stare at you forever."

"Flatterer," Sasha whispered, a hint of amusement in her tone, and she placed her hand over his. Her fingers were warm and delicate as they intertwined with his.

But then, without any further warning, Lucifer took hold of Sasha and effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. With one hand on her lower abdomen and the other on her ass, he lifted her up until she was on her hands and knees in front of him, her back arched and her hips tilted upward, offering her round ass to his hungry gaze.

"What are you doing?" Sasha asked, her voice husky with desire.

Lucifer's answer came in the form of a sharp smack against her left butt cheek, making her yelp in surprise. But he didn't give her any time to recover, delivering another swift slap to the other cheek. He repeated this motion several more times, each smack making her ass jiggle and turn a deeper shade of pink. Her yelps and cries filled the room as she squirmed under his touch, but Lucifer continued to spank her, his own arousal growing with every sound that escaped her lips.

"Ahhh!" Sasha cried out as the stinging pain of each blow mixed with the pleasure coursing through her veins, creating an intoxicating cocktail of sensations. "Lucifer, you are so bad..."

"Bad in a good way, or bad in a bad way?" Lucifer asked with a chuckle, delivering another smack to her reddening cheeks.

"Mmmm," Sasha moaned, biting her lower lip. "Both..."

Her words sent a rush of excitement through Lucifer's body, and he paused for a moment, taking in the sight before him. Her creamy white skin, now marked with his handprints, and her pink, flushed cheeks were like a work of art.

But he wasn't finished with her just yet. With one hand, he grabbed her by the hair and gently tugged her head back, causing her to gasp. And then, without any warning, he smacked her on her ass once more, making her cry out in pleasure and pain.

"Tell me, who am I to you?" Lucifer whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. His voice was low and dangerous, full of desire.

Sasha, caught off guard by his sudden question and the rough handling, didn't know what to say. She felt her cheeks flush with shame and anger. She was a powerful woman, and she wasn't used to being talked down to or treated in such a way, even though she had said earlier to him that she liked a dominant man who could take control.

But as she opened her mouth to rebuke him, she hesitated, her anger giving way to a sense of vulnerability. "You are my nephew. My naughty, handsome, and caring nephew."

Hearing that, another hard smack landed on her already tender bottom. Sasha couldn't help but gasp as she felt a jolt of pain mixed with a confusing sense of pleasure shoot through her. "What was that for?"

"You were supposed to address me as Master, not as nephew," Lucifer growled in her ear, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her hair, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

For a moment, Sasha froze. Her anger flared once more at being ordered around and humiliated. How could she call him her 'Master' when he was younger and less experienced than her? But as she opened her mouth to speak, she hesitated, her mind struggling to form the words. The way he had spoken, the way he had asserted himself, had stirred something deep within her.

It wasn't something she would ever have done in her day-to-day life, where she was in control of her company and the people around her. She was a woman of authority, and the men around her usually followed her commands. They were afraid to speak to her or get close to her because they feared her. Like a loyal servant, they would never dare to disrespect her. They would do everything she asked of them, but now the situation was different.

Here, in the confines of the bedroom and with the man she desired, the power dynamics were shifting, and she found herself craving the feeling of being commanded and controlled. It was a taboo desire, one she would have never admitted to in public. Yet, with Lucifer, the urge to submit and call him 'Master' was undeniable, even though her logical and dominant side resisted.

Still, Sasha managed to regain her composure and looked over her shoulder to meet Lucifer's intense gaze. There was a hint of defiance in her sharp eyes and her usual cold look, and a challenge in her voice as she spoke. "You think I will address you as my Master? Just because we are having sex, you think you have control over me and can make me call you 'Master'? Tch... Dream on, Lucifer. Don't forget who is older and more experienced than you. And who was teaching you about life when you were just a little boy running around the house."

As the last word left Sasha's mouth, Lucifer's expression hardened. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. "It's clear you still don't get it, Sasha. This is not a choice, but a command."

Then with a sudden, fluid motion, Lucifer reached around Sasha's body, and his hand shot between her thighs, finding her hot and slick sex.

Before she could react, he plunged three fingers deep inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from Sasha, whose eyes widened in shock. The sudden intrusion stretched and filled her, making her body tense up, her pussy clenching in a reflexive response.