Lucifer

Lucifer is not proud of how very sexually frustrated he is.

He was embarrassed by the fact that he spent hours searching for adult movies only for none of them to completely satisfy him. It was still there, that knot in his belly and that unbearable pain in his crotch that made his hand go to caress himself every time he locked himself in his room, or in his bathroom.

After Lilith left, all it's done is go downhill. Who knows where she went and damn, the need increased with each day. And he was alone, that was the worst. Who could give him support and affection when he was so stressed out playing rubber ducks and trying to evade his responsibilities as ruler of all hell? He felt alone, that's the truth.

No matter how much he searched, there were never any videos with dominant women. It's not hard for him to admit it, he is the submissive one in a relationship. Looking up to talk to a woman is what makes his mind fly with the possibilities.

It was a couple of days ago that he found you on the internet: an actress according to his needs. You were tall, gorgeous, and you had that dominant glint in your eyes that turned him on instantly. After watching a couple of your videos and his cock getting hard, he knew he needed to be with you.

He got your company contact, and today he finally went to the bar where you sometimes worked. There you were, sitting at a table away from the naked dancers, as beautiful as in the videos. He felt extremely nervous, but when you recognized him as the one who hired you to fuck, there was no turning back. He sat next to you, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

"I-I'm Lucifer, nice to meet you" He tried to smile at you, still admiring you.

Fuck, he got hard.