Make Me

"Strip down to boxers" his voice rang in my ears for a few seconds, before I could comprehend what he just ordered me to do. A visible snarl appeared on my lips, as I noticed my hands moving on their own, reaching for my suit.

I bore my eyes into his, but I could not get any answers. He wasn't grinning, or anything, his stare was stern and sharp, the kind that made me want to disappear.

I gathered all my strength, and threw myself into the nearby wall, to somehow stop my hands from obeying his words, and I groaned out in pain from the hit I received from the solid and hard surface.

"There is nothing you can do dear, try to relax. You'll just exhaust yourself" he advised in a smooth voice, before stepping to me, and gently turning me away from the wall, so my hands could do the job.

"STOP this!" I yelled at him, eyes wide, and jaw locked from the frustration that overtook my entire body. My hands were shaking from all my effort to stop them from stripping me, but they still didn't obey, and I was on the verge of tears from all the anger that rested in my chest.

Jude seemed unfazed though, he slowly walked away and sat down at the edge of the bed, both feet firmly on the ground as his eyes settled on watching my struggles.

"I am a patient man, Seth. And you are obviously very dear to me..." he stopped there, taking in the sight as I blushed involuntarily. He knew very well how easy it was to get to me with affectionate words, but I tried not to show it. After I moved my gaze onto the floor in defeat, he continued, in a tad bit darker tone "But I feel that you need a little ... discipline."

I shivered at his last word, somehow getting the feeling that he and I had different ideas of how I should be taught. As my eyes met him again, I felt that I'm getting hard from the idea that he'll try to break me in. Punish me even...

I broke my train of thoughts before I could imagine his hand on my throat and tried to focus on stopping my clothes from getting off me.

"I hate this" I whined, desperation clearly present in my voice as my fingers undid my buttons and now were trying to peel my shirt off my shoulders.

"Oh yes, this is my "I'm so sorry" face" he pointed at his expression which was everything but apologetic. I couldn't quite tell why, but somehow now his elegant dark locks made his face appear much like a wolf, rather than a gentleman that he usually disguised himself as. But I suppose that was part of Jude's charm... the wolf in sheep clothing. Mortal sins offered on a silver spoon.

I wish I had seen something like what other people saw when looking at the demon.

Judas. All that is evil and wrong. A morally flawed monster...

But I saw a man that blushed over the thought of me accepting to slow dance with him while standing at the ruins of a house he burnt down at my will. A paradox, if anything.

"I'll do it" I broke the silence suddenly before my hand could've moved down to my pants. He cocked one of his eyebrows, urging me to explain myself.

"I'll... do what you say willingly... If you break the spell" I forced my words out since I hated even saying them "It would be less humiliating that way"

I wasn't lying, I knew that I've lost this round, and I was willing to pay the price now that I had no other choice, but then again, I wanted to have control above my actions. If I have to do what he says, I want to do it with a free mind.

I could tell he was thinking my offer through, as he just stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded. I hoped my face didn't betray any of my previous thoughts. It would be dangerous for Jude to know about my feelings since even I didn't understand them fully.

"Okay. You can stop" he allowed, and my hands suddenly fell to my sides. I sighed in relief, yet the hard part was still ahead of me.

I kept my eyes on him, as I reached for my pants and slowly undid my belt, holding on to my last bit of pride. I let the fabric drop to the floor and I stepped out of it and slowly walked up to face him, only stopping when our knees basically touched.

"Satisfied?" I cocked an eyebrow up.

"Not quite" he smiled, placing his hands behind his back to rest his weight on them, as he leaned back a bit. His eyes told me nothing, other than the fact that he was ready to watch me make a whore out of myself once again for his entertainment... Yet something laid just beneath the surface of his flirty attitude, but I had no way of reading his emotions.

"Come, sit" he tapped his thigh lightly, signalling me to sit on his lap. Swallowing a little I slowly obliged with his request and got comfortable on him.

I watched him undo his tie and didn't even flinch as he blindfolded me with it, though after I lost my sight, I became nervous quickly. I was more aware of everything, feeling unsure of my surroundings suddenly. His smell was intoxicating from up close, and despite my small amount of fear, I felt my arousal grow.

"I know what you want" he whispered into my ears, luring me closer to the dark fantasies he had painted in my head beforehand "You want to forget everything for tonight... isn't that right?" he coaxed, running his fingers up my chest as I almost moaned out from the small touch of his hand. He stopped only when he reached my neck, wrapping his long fingers around it, but not applying any pressure just yet. I tensed up as he touched my mark, feeling the familiar burning sweep through me. I panted from resisting all the teasing he put me through.

"M-maybe" I mumbled, almost sounding obedient, as my voice reeked from exhaustion and lust. I hated how he always knew exactly what to say to lure me in, but there was nothing to do about it. Every word that left that perfect mouth just pulled me closer to the idea, to give myself to him for the night. He ran his tongue over my earlobe, before giving it a soft bite.

"Say yes" he wiled quietly, yet sternly, his deep melodies now overtaking all my thoughts. I slowly let my head fall where I presumed his shoulders were, resting my forehead on him, as I battled with myself.

"Only tonight..." I said shakily, and though I couldn't see him, his lips were pressed against my skin, so I practically felt as he slowly smirked at my statement. He pushed me away from his shoulder, moving me by my throat, and before I could've really questioned it, he invaded my mouth with his. By the time he leaned away after the kiss, I was too dizzy to even comprehend anything else than his presence and the fact that I needed more of it. I didn't even notice, how hard and demanding my hands were, gripping his shirt as if I wanted to rip it off.

"Indeed... Just tonight"

****

"Thank you" Jude's distant voice woke me, but for a long while I wasn't willing to open my eyes. There wasn't one little muscle in my body that wasn't aching, as if I ran a marathon just now. Fuck.

Rolling around in the huge bed, I tried to hide from the fact that the sun came up by pushing my face into the pillows. It smelled like... Jude, and it was still warm.

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"Breakfast, dear" I heard him call out, but I just answered with a loud groan signalling I didn't really want to move. I loved this bed. Soft and huge, with these cloud-like pillows that I could just sleep on forever. This hotel is kinda nice.

I smelled toast and coffee, which ultimately was the thing convincing me to wake up. I sat up in the bad, trying to stretch, but as my butt met the mattress under me, I winced painfully.

And that's when... the memories of last night hit me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" I whispered, panic running through my body as I glanced under the blanket and checked my theory. I was, indeed, naked, and both my thighs looked as if a pack of mad wolfs attacked me. This demon and biting really aren't a great combo.

"Is there a problem, Seth? You look troubled?"

I glanced over to the demon, who was sitting at the American-style kitchen counter, resting his chin in his palm, making the most condescending and fake-innocent smile that I had ever seen on anyone. He ignored my glaring, still smiling like an idiot.

Just as I always thought. He plays the soft gentleman, but in bed, he didn't bother to make sure I can maybe walk tomorrow... Not as if I wanted him to be gentle, but right now, seeing his grin, I really wanted to suffocate him, and myself for what happened. Gosh. How am I going to look him in the eye without remembering... how I acted...?

Where is Veronica to murder me, when I need her?

I frowned at the thought, then attempted to get out of bed, hiding most of my painful noises, just because Jude was watching me with his usual sadistic joy.

I searched for my boxers, and after I found them next to the bed, I put them on and made my way to the counter.

I took a toast from the plate, and stuffed my mouth, not meeting the demon's eye for a good minute.

"Jude, I hope you know; this night was really a one-time thing" I stated, trying to swallow my embarrassment as I looked up at him. He gave me a clinical smile and nodded a few times as if he would not believe me whatsoever.

"I don't think you'd survive if I'd do that to you often anyway..." he led his gaze over my bruised body, with no remorse, then met my eyes again. I felt challenged, even though I'm pretty sure that wasn't his intent. I wanted to prove him wrong. I can survive anything; a little bit of rough sex won't kill me.

Before I would've said anything to further embarrass myself, I bit down on my lower lip, so I could swallow my words.

"I brought you strawberries" he pointed out, suddenly changing the topic, and I glanced in the direction he was pointing. My mouth instantly watered as the fruit came into my sight, slightly decorated with sugar on top.

"Knock yourself out, Darlin'" I didn't need more than this encouragement really to stuff my face with the dessert.

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In a brief hour or so, we got ready and left the hotel. I'm quite sure I'll always remember my twentieth birthday, even if now, I would've been much preferred to forget it. But despite all that had happened, Jude and I exited the building side by side, and in the same manner, as we always do, conversing casually.

It wasn't news for him, that I wanted things that were ultimately not good for me, and it wasn't news for me that he gave them to me with pleasure.

"How did you know my birthday?" I asked suddenly, as we walked towards our flat. This question popped up in my head yesterday as well, but I was too shocked to ask it.

"Suzanne mentioned it on one of our dates... Wasn't easy to forget, since you were born on the same day as Lucifer and I found it funny... Speaking of which, Luciferinvitedyoutohis birthdaygala." he kinda rushed the last part, so I had a hard time understanding what he said, so still a little shocked from the first information, I kept staring at him in hope of a normal answer. "What?"

"Lucifer throws a huge party for himself every year..."

"That's great, and?" I urged him to go on because I didn't understand why he was telling me that. He surely isn't suggesting for us to go, is he?

"I didn't want to tell you before, so it wouldn't ruin the celebration... But it's in two days, and as a high-cast demon I must attend, alongside with my match..." as he explained further, I furrowed my brows a little. Well, that's quite inconvenient. I didn't plan on going back to hell, it was like going into a mental hospital... You always have a small bit of fear, that they won't let you out, after visiting.

I sighed, nodding anyway. I didn't want to cause trouble for Jude, I knew he wasn't big on these kinds of galas and parties, but Lucifer can't kill me in hell, and if we must attend, there isn't much to do about it.

"How long is it gonna take? I have a few finals"

"Two days I believe"

I'm so going to fail.

Not like I would be studying even when I'm on earth, so I shouldn't be all dramatic about it, but I really wish this wouldn't have come up. Other demons kind of creep me out. They all look at me as if I'm a snack to them, and quite literally too. "Aren't we supposed to bring a gift?"

"He'll pick his gift... It's a long story, but no, we are not supposed to bring anything" with that, we kind of left the topic. I didn't want to further think about my second trip to hell, really hoping this would be the last one during my living years... and after I die...

Well, I still must figure something out for that.