I whipped around when I heard the door start to open, panicking and diving under the bed covers on the floor, slightly under the bed to make it look natural. After a ten minute chase and me kicking him in the face I had ran and hidden in his room, probably not the best idea, but in my defense I was running away from a fire breathing angry pink haired fellow pirate captain that held a grudge against me. I tried to still my breathing the best I could as I saw his fists through the blanket, the fire lighting up the room, the door closed and locked, making sure I wouldn't escape easily.

"Come on, it's not like you to run away...Lucifer." The way he said my new name made me shiver slightly, closing my eyes as blood pumped and roared in my ears.

"I know you're in here. I can smell you." I bit my lip to keep from squeaking. I wasn't sure why but it was thrilling, the way he was calling for me to come out, the way I had stayed an inch out of his grasp. Maybe it was the chase? It was a mix of terror and fun. Sting was never like this, I was never like this. Sabertooth wasn't like this. It gave me a thrill and I was thirsting for more. I was right beneath Salamanders hyperactive nose. If he caught me would he hurt me? Punish me by locking me up? Would he just pout and say I was mean? I let out a shaky breath before closing my lips quickly, my eyes widened as his footsteps stopped.

"Found you." He chuckled and I let out a scream of surprise when he pounced on me, curling up slightly and thrashing at him blindly. We wrestled with the blanket between us, me letting out shrieks and him grunting when I would land a hit on him while he tried to figure out which moving part was which.

"I've had enough of this." He muttered, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off of my head and torso. I gasped and he took full opportunity, straddling my waist and grabbing my arms, pinning them above my head with one hand. Damn his hands and them being bigger than mine. I let out a nervous laugh, bucking my hips to try and dislodge him but he only smirked.

"Okay okay okay, you caught me." I said in defeat, dropping my head to the ground. My chest was heaving from the scuffle and excitement that ran through me. I had a small guilty pleasure and that was adrenaline and thrill. I got off on it, it excited me and I craved it, I was addicted. He stared at me, watching me as I took in fast deep breaths, my Sabertooth mark heaving as well from where it was placed under my collarbone, on my chest just above where the top line of the corset was. I felt guilty for the state I was in but it wasn't like I had a boner. He would never know and it would be my little- his nose twitched and he gave a devilish smile.

"What would Sting say about the state of arousal you're in underneath me?" He questioned, seduction rolling off his tongue as he gave me a look that made the excitement pump through me faster. My breath hitched slightly as I looked at him.

"Oh? What makes you think I would be turned on by you?" I asked, taking on the same tone of voice as he. He chuckled slightly and only in my mind would I admit the attraction I did feel. But then again...I'm with Sting. He leaned down, pushing hair away from my neck with his nose.

"Oh I don't know, maybe the smell you're emitting off your body, it's much stronger towards where my hips are. Should I go make sure everything is okay down there?" He purred into my ear, putting the shell of it between his teeth and lightly grazing them over it. I shuddered slightly, closing my eyes tightly. No. I can't give in. I'm with Sting. Salamander is my enemy. I took in a deep breath, tugging at my arms.

"No. If I'm going to be punished for kicking you and the soup thing then get it over with. I'm tired." I said firmly. He pulled back and the look he gave me had me regret my words.

"Mmm sounds kinky, I'm sure Sting won't mind sharing just a little." He said in a rough voice.

"That's not what I mea-" I stopped talking as his scarf was pressed to my mouth and quickly tied as a gag. My eyes blew up in shock as he pulled a rope from under his bed and tied my hands before sitting back on the ground. He crossed his legs before pulling my writhing body into his lap, my stomach and hips on his lap. I cursed and yelled at him through his scarf that actually smelt good. I was pissed at him but more at myself as I realized a part of me was enjoying myself. Sting and I had never had sex but when we messed around he was really submissive, to where I did the work. I didn't really mind since I liked being in control. But I had no control whatsoever over this situation and my body liked the thrill of the change. He put his hand on my ass and I jerked, keeping up the act I didn't want it and he laughed, rubbing it slightly and I squeezed my eyes shut.

It doesn't feel good it doesn't feel good it doesn't feel good. You don't want this you don't want this~

"If you wanna be punished...Lucifer...I'll punish you alright." He said and my eyes shot open as he pulled his hand away before bringing it down hard on my ass, gripping and squeezing it at contact. I gasped and the moan that went into his scarf spilled out, my hips bucking involuntarily. I heard his dark chuckle. He's a demon from hell I've decided.

"Ooo sounds like someone likes that." He said teasingly and I growled, thrashing again to try and move. He put a hand on the hip that was away from me, holding me in place.

"Hey, none of that." He tsked, spanking me again. I let out a yelp of surprise that was muffled by his scarf. How dare he do this to me! I would have his head on a spike!

He spanked me again and I jerked my hips down against his lap, slamming my tied hands down on the floor board at the helplessness of the situation. It was humiliating because no matter what I said I knew he could actually smell the enjoyment I was taking from this. Oh I would get him back. I felt his hand thread in my hair and a stubborn moan went into the scarf as he tugged my head back.

"Had enough or you still think you're bad?" He growled into my ear. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend his tone didn't get to me or cause a shudder of pleasure to course through me. He spanked me again, a bit harder on each cheek so that a sting was left. I breathed heavily into his scarf as he turned me around and gave me a firm look.

"Next time you misbehave it'll be ten times worse...don't let that tempt you though." He said slyly and I glared daggers at him, my hair messy and my hat had fallen off when he flipped me over. He lit his finger up and burned the rope. I pulled my hands free instantly and pulled his scarf off my mouth.

"I'm going to kill you how dare you touch me like that!" I screamed in rage and he lifted an eyebrow, standing and holding his hand out. It took me a second to realize he was waiting for his scarf.

"Your moans and the smell of how wet you are tells me it's fine." He said and my face turned red in anger.

"That's the bodies natural reaction! None of that matters if I didn't consent!" I fumed and he reached down, tugging his scarf away from me. He shrugged, putting it back on his neck as if he hadn't just assaulted me. I hissed in rage, grabbing my hat. I didn't know why I was so angry, maybe because he took advantage of the situation and he knew I was taken. Maybe it was because a part of me enjoyed that. I was embarrassed and furious he touched me like that without me giving him actual consent. I put my hat on roughly, turning so it was on right and held my chin up, glaring at him.

"Don't touch me ever again Salamander. I was starting to think maybe you weren't all that bad but boy you proved me wrong." I snarled and his bored expression changed slightly as he looked at me.

"Lucy I was-" He started to say but I cut him off.

"Shut up. You don't call me Lucy. You don't call me Lucille. It's Lucifer to you." I growled before whipping around and throwing his doors open, the wind blowing Gray's waist coat slightly and storming out.

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