When Lucifer stopped close to the head of the bed, Claire was weeping and struggling with the shackles. Lucifer shushed her, stroking her thigh with the handle of the whip. Claire kicked out with both feet, knocked the whip out of his hand, and caught him in the family jewels with her heel. Lucifer backed away from the bed, bellowing. He cupped his balls with his free hand, nearly dropping the knife.

"You'll regret that, little girl!", Lucifer hissed. He picked up the whip and stalked back over to the bed, laying the knife down on the small table next to the bed. "IT'S TIME FOR THE REAL PARTY TO BEGIN!" Lucifer raised the whip up over his head and brought it down as hard as he could with a primal scream. The thin leather strips whizzed through the air and came down across her breasts, leaving bright red streaks across her sensitive skin. Claire screamed in pain. Lucifer raised his arm again and brought the whip back down in the same spot before Claire even had time to take in another breath. Over and over again he laid into her, moving up and down the front of her body until Claire was beet red and covered in large welts. "YOU WILL NOT ATTACK YOUR MASTER!", Lucifer screamed.

"STOP! PLEASE!", Claire wailed. "I'M SORRY!" Lucifer's arm stopped above his head and he smiled down at her. Lucifer stroked her hair as she laid there trembling with her eyes closed tight. Claire was panting heavily and her body glistened with sweat.

"See? When you're good, you don't get punished!" He let the leather strips fall gently across her thigh and Claire flinched, cringing in pain. Every nerve on the front of her body was raw and the slightest touch was agony. "You're going to have to learn to behave yourself, Claire-Bear". He moved the whip up her stomach, over the painful welts that covered the entire front of her body. "Is my Claire-Bear going to be a good little girl, hmm?" Claire nodded frantically. She didn't think she could take anymore of that whip. Lucifer smiled and caressed her cheek. "THAT'S MY GOOD GIRL!", Lucifer said cheerfully.

He laid the whip on the table next to the knife and continued to caress the side of her face. Lucifer reached down and started stroking himself and Claire's eyes grew wide with fear again. Lucifer's smirk was frightening. When he stepped closer to the head of the bed, closer to her face, Claire knew right away what he wanted. She turned her face away from him and clamped her mouth shut. Lucifer grabbed her by the hair, yanking her face back to him. His half erect cock was mere inches from her face.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BE NICE, CLAIRE-BEAR!", Lucifer growled shaking her head back and forth by the hair. When she opened her mouth to squeal in pain, Lucifer shoved his length down her throat. She gagged and choked, trying to pull away from him. Lucifer threw his head back and moaned in pleasure. Her throat was squeezing him while her face started to turn red. Lucifer pulled back and allowed her to take a sharp raspy breath. Tears rolled down her face and a sob poured out of her when he grabbed her head in both hands.

He started rocking his hips, slowly at first. But that didn't last long. Eventually, Lucifer was unable to hold back anymore and his thrusts became more desperate and aggressive. His grunts got louder and his grip on her head got tighter. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe as his thrusts began to speed up. He started panting heavily with his eyes closed.

OH, FUCK!", Lucifer groaned. "HERE IT COMES, SWEETHEART!" Claire tried to pull her head back but Lucifer yanked her face into his crotch and held it there as he shot his load down her throat. Claire gagged as Lucifer shuddered through his release. He shoved Claire's head back down on the bed and walked back over to his thrown and grabbed the jeans that were draped over the back of the chair. Claire laid there coughing and gasping for air. A knock on the door made her jump and she pulled her knees up close to her stomach.

"COME!", Lucifer grumbled.

A short, sweaty man, wearing an ill-fitting suit came running into the room with a clipboard. He looked up at a very naked Lucifer and dropped his eyes to the floor, freezing in his spot. Lucifer pulled on the jeans and stood there waiting for the demon to speak. When he hesitated, Lucifer rolled his eyes and sighed. "COME ON! OUT WITH IT, YA LITTLE WEASEL!" The man began to shake under Lucifer's angry glare.

"Uh, y-yes my l-lord!", the demon stammered. "I have the d-daily reports on the c-crossroads demons that need your review a-and signature. And you need to sign off on the list of souls that have demon potential". Lucifer growled and walked over to the demon, grabbing the clipboard, and shooing him away. He walked back over to his thrown while the demon fled from the room at a fast walk wiping his forehead.

"Oh, Miles?", Lucifer called without raising his head from the clipboard. The demon turned and bowed his head.

"Y-yes, Sire?", Miles croaked. He was ringing his hands and wiping them on his pants frantically.

"Get another meat suit, will ya? Lucifer made a disgusted face and flipped a page. "That one sweats too much. Ya smell like a sweaty ball sack!"

"YES, MY LORD! RIGHT AWAY! The demon scurried out the door and Lucifer was glad to be rid of him. He hated sweaty people. They made him cringe. He tried to read the reports, but he was so NOT into it. Especially not with that sweet little piece of ass lying naked and shackled to his bed. He shook his head, trying to concentrate on his kingly duties. He pulled the pen off the clipboard and signed the daily crossroads demon report and then began to read through the list of names. It was important to choose souls that would be easy to break, but would still be strong demons.

"You wanna hear something funny?", a small voice murmured from the other side of the room. Lucifer looked up in surprise. He hadn't expected her to want to make conversation. Not after the hell he had just put her through.

"What's that, Claire-Bear?", Lucifer asked with a smile creeping up on his face. Claire sighed. She knew her next words could very well be her last, but she couldn't bring herself to turn back now. She was already beyond the point of no return.

"From everything that people told me about you, I always pictured you as the epitome of evil. They made you out to be the BIG MAN, the TOP DOG. A man that did what he wanted, when he wanted! The King of Hell!" Claire started to giggle and Lucifer gave her a confused look. "But you're nothing but a pencil pusher!" Claire barked out a loud peel of laughter as tears filled her eyes. She thought she had never heard of anything more ridiculous than Lucifer signing reports on a little plastic clipboard.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY, DO YOU?!", Lucifer snarled as he stood up, flinging the clipboard at the wall. "YOU THINK I'M NOT THE LORD OF HELL?! EVIL INCARNATE?!" Claire continued to laugh like a hyena, gasping for air. His eyes glowed red as his anger spiked. He couldn't let her get away with this disrespectful behavior. She would have to be taught another lesson.

He strode quickly over to the bed and grabbed the knife off the table. He climbed on top of her, straddling her stomach. Lucifer grabbed her by the hair and held the knife to her throat, seething with rage. She just kept laughing hysterically. Lucifer thought she was going mad.

If he had asked her, she probably would have said that she was.