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A hundred? If you count pickpocketing and swipes off market tables, in truth, I've stolen hundreds of times. How many jobs, big and small have I done over the years? At this point, it's so instinctual that I hardly even have to think about it.

At least, I haven't in years, until right now. 

There's a splint second of panicked surprise, looking into the gruff faces of two officers. But I suppress it, spinning back towards the way I came, only to bump into the chest of the last person in the world I ever hoped to see up close and personal. 

Officer Sariel Noir. The Devil of Rhodolite's constabulary. 

The devil's eyes are barely visible beneath his cap, and his shapely lips quirk as he makes a quick assessment of me. 

My eyes flick to a stack of empty crates to one side of the alley, and I make the split-second decision to bolt towards them. My shoes have just touched the wall to vault over their heads when my world shifts. I manage to suppress the cry of surprise as I'm thrown to the ground. Somehow the impact isn't nearly as intense as I was anticipating.

I gasp as I look up into the shadowed face of the devil. When my eyes meet his, I realize that his smile doesn't match the cold arrogance in his gaze.

Suddenly, I register the way his strong body pins mine to the cold ground. His gloved hands hold down my wrists, his legs locking mine down. Only a fool would try to escape, let alone fight, a former bodyguard of the King himself. His skill with or without a weapon is legendary, spoken of in fearful whispers in the dark corners and pubs. And here I am making him even more of an enemy...

"You're the one, aren't you? I've been searching for the West River thief for a long time." His low voice chills me to the bone. My heart clamours uneasily in my chest, although my expression remains neutral. ...Almost.

It finally starts to sink in that... I got caught. I actually got caught this time. 

Officer Noir takes both of my wrists in one hand and extracts my prize from my hand - an elaborate pearl choker necklace.

"Mm. You have exquisite taste, miss." He tucks it into his breast pocket. "Now, forgive me for this." Rolling me onto my stomach, he pulls my hands behind my back. His touch is shockingly gentle, unnervingly so, somehow. The cuffs he locks on me are freezing cold, except for one spot that is warm against the delicate skin of my wrist - warm from being against his body for hours tonight. 

His warm, solid weight lifts off of my back, and he helps me to my feet. I shiver as his hands move to my shoulders and his lips brush my ear. "I look forward to disciplining you, thief of West River. I'll make a lady out of you yet."

His devilish amusement clouds my mind; I hardly register as he orders the men to bring the constable coach to the mouth of the alley. One hand stays on my shoulder, gentle yet firm. Everything is a blur as he leads me forward. A soldier opens the door to the carriage, a black chasm seeming to wait ahead of me.

Just as the officers shift, ready to force me inside, Officer Noir holds up a hand. "Allow me the pleasure, gentlemen." His amethyst eyes glint as he elegantly holds out a hand. "I will help you."

I look down, cold resignment settling in. His strong hands hold me steady as I step up into the dark, freezing carriage. The two officers climb in, sitting on either side of me, with Officer Noir across from me. He raps his knuckles on the wall behind him, and the driver snaps the reins. 

I look out the barred window at the sleeping city, quickly changing before my eyes from worn brick to carefully laid stone and block. Shabby alleyways make way for pretty row houses with ornate iron gates. From inescapable nightmares to pretty daydreams.

The devil's voice shakes me from my dreary reverie. "There is more to the world than you have seen, miss. With my help, perhaps you will get to see it. Experience it."

Tiredly, I meet his eyes. He smiles, though there is a touch of venom to it, instinct tells me.

A small eternity later, we pull up at the enormous police headquarters and prison. He helps me down into the cold night, and into the colder halls leading to cells and interrogation rooms. "Handle the paperwork, Mr Howard. I'll handle our lovely guest."

I shiver at his words, his unyielding hand still guiding me forward, the serpent leading me deeper into its cave. He pushes open a door to an interrogation cell and closes the door behind us. A lantern is lit with a hiss, and a new, charged silence settles over us. 

My captor crosses his arms and steps in front of me. I feel so small before him... My skill is avoiding fights - I have no strength to resist him. He smirks. "How gratifying, to have you at last."

Sariel tsks his tongue and reaches to his belt, releasing the whip held there. I freeze in the first moment of true terror. The handle comes beneath my chin and tilts it up, forcing me to meet his eye. "Your name," he orders.

Despair threatens to consume me. "...I wish I knew it."

This surprises him. His beautiful eyes widen and soften for the briefest second. "What do you go by, then?"

"...Rel."

His smirk sharpens, as does the pressure of the whip under my chin. "You will address me as sir, or Officer Noir. Understood?"

I sigh wearily. "...yes sir."

The devil looks pleased. "Good girl. I would much prefer if you submit yourself to me. Though I have no qualms with breaking you." His free hand takes the loose length of the whip and brushes it against my arm suggestively.

I can't help the clenching of my jaw. And yet my tired voice carries no fight. "You would use a whip on a girl, sir? A poor orphan girl with no address, no family?" My voice drops to almost a whisper. "What is my crime, really? I just want to exist... Doing what I must to have a life worth living..."

That arrogant smirk of his fades. The shift in his expression catches my full attention. There is profound pain in it, the set of his jaw betraying ingrained tension, put there by years of being on edge. Of not knowing what comes next, where the next meal or safe place will be. My eyes widen in surprise at the unintentional revelation.

"True, I prefer to use my whip on girls that want it. However, you know full well that your actions are illegal, and why. Don't think you will escape punishment."

"What was your punishment...?" I suddenly realize I spoke this idle thought aloud. Panicked, I look down.

The whip is quickly back under my chin. Sariel's intense gaze searches mine. "What was that?"

"I... I don't know. Sir. ...Sorry."

"Hm." He drops the whip to his side and begins circling me in the small room. "What will it take to make you a safe and productive member of society? My rehabilitations have never failed. People only fail themselves by refusing to part with pride or try to achieve more than they've reached for before." Stopping behind me, he says by my ear, "How do I break the pride of the most notorious thief in West River?"

"...I think Julius de Obsidian is the most notorious thief in the city. I don't hurt people."

My reply is met with silence. A hand skates up my arm and over my shoulder, before settling around my throat. I gasp and stiffen, his chest pressing against my back. "My my, you like sassing me, don't you? Don't you realize how much trouble you're in, kitten? You are dealing with a beast no less fierce than the ones you avoid in the alleyways." 

His low voice reverberates through me as he chuckles, his breath tickling my ear. "Unless you didn't avoid them at all. Did you gain your success in part with their help?" The whip in his other hand traces along my hip and up my stomach, the handle teasing all the way up to the valley between my breasts. My breath catches in my throat. Instinctively, I arch away from the touch, realizing too late that this means pressing harder against him. His devilish laugh gusts against the back of my neck.

"Behave, kitten." The commanding tone makes me shiver. ...And then, I can't stop. "Mm, feel how you're trembling." His fingers dance along my throat. He then squeezes lightly, my heart rate skyrocketing - though not entirely for the reasons I'd care to admit. "Are you properly afraid of me now? Good. You will know either pain or pleasure at my hands. I hope you will choose wisely, my dear."

I shiver again, left frozen with nothing to say. His hand loosens and runs over my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear. "My, look at how flushed you are. Did you collude with those dangerous louts after all then? Perhaps I'll see how my ministrations compare to theirs~"

I gasp and end up stuttering pathetically. "S-Sir! Wait, i-it wasn't like that! I only stole, I didn't... I never..."

Sariel faces me again, a thoroughly amused grin gracing his lips. "Hm? You've never... known a man's touch?" I purse my lips and look away, my blush now furious. He chuckles and takes my chin in his hand. "Haha, how charming a reaction. I wonder, how you will react to this..."

A hand snakes its way around my waist. I gasp and look up at him. "Sir...?"

He leans close. "My long-time servant has just passed, and I've been looking for a new maid. I wonder if you might be interested in the job? I would thoroughly enjoy training you~" Lifting the whip to my chest, he teases the tip of the handle just under the collar of my blouse, running it along my collarbone provocatively. 

"...If you want a whore, you ought to look elsewhere," I mutter desperately, refusing to meet his eye. "Please..."

The officer laughs. "No, I am looking for a lady. But none of the ladies of Society have fit my preferences. All too young, too naive, or too shallow and troublesome. But you... You are strong, yet there is a certain softness and... innocence, perhaps, that I find endearing. Perhaps your light could be rekindled with the proper spark?" His whip caresses my jaw and again forces me to look at him. The look in his eyes has shifted, and the smile he graces me with is the softest I've yet seen. "I know you have struggled and suffered, my dear. Take my hand, and I will lift you into a better chapter."

I search his gaze for any sign of deception, insincerity. "How can I take your hand? Why would a lawman and a gentleman waste his time and effort on a street rat that most will never accept? ...What would keep you from dropping me?" There is an edge of despair in my voice that shakes even me.

Sariel's expression becomes serious. "Because, I've known a kind, noble hand that lifted me out of my early days of darkness. He did not drop me, even when I tested him. I would dishonour that kindness - one of the best things the wretch ever did - if I dropped you in turn." A gloved hand softly brushes my jaw. "There is something in you, Miss Rel, that makes me believe in what you can become. I am in earnest when I say I want to help you on to better days. I wish to see what you can do with your fire and rekindled hope. Lovely phoenix that you are."

Between two fingers, he holds up my old tattered kerchief, embroidered with a phoenix - the only clue to my past. I gasp in surprise, and he chuckles. He was definitely a pickpocket in a past life. "Though if I am completely honest, I also want the chance to discipline and train you. I like your subtle fire, and your trembling. You suit my tastes well~" 

~To be continued~

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Between two fingers, he holds up my old tattered kerchief, embroidered with a phoenix - the only clue to my past. I gasp in surprise, and he chuckles. He was definitely a pickpocket in a past life. "Though if I am completely honest, I also want the chance to discipline and train you. I like your subtle fire, and your trembling. You suit my tastes well~"

A squeak of surprised indignation escapes me as he tucks the handkerchief into my blouse, his fingers brushing the skin of my breast as he does. I stare at him, feeling so very vulnerable.

His lips part, and he leans in close. "So? Will you surrender to me, kitten? Or will you resist?" A wicked laugh makes me shiver. "Although I don't mind if you want both~ I can be as obliging or as evil a master as you wish~"

A strange desire fills me, one that I've been trying to ignore this entire time. Now it screams at me, impossible to silence. Sariel seems to see this. Tracing the collar of my blouse, he pauses by the kerchief. The way his voice shifts even lower, almost a growl, makes me tremble anew. "There is curiosity in your eyes, my lady. Do you want me to make you mine?"

This beautiful devil has such an intensity in his eyes, I cannot look away. My heart pounds. Do I want this? Is it riskier than going to prison? Than going back on the streets and back to a life of stealing and barely getting by? Do I want to subject myself to his whims and desires...? 

"W-what will you do with me?" I whisper, fearful as much as hopeful.

The devil smiles and leans in close, his lips nearly brushing mine. "Mm, punishment is still in order. Perhaps the way to strip the pride of the West River thief is... to strip you bare." His hands grip my hips, and I feel the whip press against my thigh. "I will make you scream~"

Oh god... My eyes flick up to his. The look in his eyes let me know - I'm in so much trouble. He chuckles, his lips teasing the corner of my mouth. "Be a good girl for me, and your punishment will be... gentler." I gasp as he nibbles my jaw.

"P-please..." I manage to say. The pressure of his teeth on my skin gives way to a soft kiss, and the hand on my hip loosens its grip.

"Mm. Don't be afraid, my dear." At last, his lips meet mine. His kiss is surprisingly sweet at first, and then increases in force. He nips my lip and groans. The godly sound sends a frisson of pleasure straight to my core. 

"You've made the right choice, and I will reward you for it. After I break you~" A whimper escapes my throat as the tip of his whip makes its way to my chest, circling the peak of my sensitive breast. I can't help but freeze, my breath suddenly coming shorter.

His gorgeous eyes meet mine, a somber look within. "You have known unkind touch before, haven't you, kitten? Never fear, when I say my ministrations will be better than theirs, I mean to make it so good that you will forget all that have come before now - before me. This devil will banish every demon for you." Again, his kiss is tender, this one reassuring.

My lips, although untrained, return his kiss. The longer he lingers, the more eagerly I do so. His whip is traded for his hand on my breasts, and I moan as he squeezes. I reflexively arch into the touch and he hums in approval. 

"Good girl," he croons, his lips traveling to nibble my ear. 

My breath is shaky, and I fully surrender myself to his desires. "Ah...! Sir..."

He stops and pulls back to look me in the eye. "Sariel."

I look back at him, surprised. "Sariel..."

For the second time, he allows me to see that gentle smile, so warm and kind. "That's a good girl." He kisses me again, this time not holding back. I am consumed in the power and heat of his kiss as he thrusts his tongue inside. It's like being devoured by a starving beast. It would seem that I am a reward for him, and strangely, nothing in me resists the idea. Not when there is a whisper of hope for a future for me. Imagine, a future with him...? What kind of dark fairytale is this?

He pushes me back against the cold stone wall, and I whimper into his mouth as his hands grope and map my body's shape. Bringing one to my head, he threads his fingers into my hair to hold me in place, moving me according to his own whims as he ravages my mouth. There is something oddly cathartic to this surrender. His tongue dominates every part of my mouth, training my own. Every sinful sound he makes enslaves my body like bolts of lightning, arching and throbbing in answer to this primal dance. I never knew such wanton, insatiable desire existed within me.

A gasp leaves me as he rips my blouse open, a button falling to the floor. He kneads my breasts beneath his large hands while diving back in to kiss me. My still-shackled hands clench behind my back, and I moan at the sensation. He draws out reactions from my body, manipulating his new toy masterfully.

I open my eyes slightly, which he seems to sense. He opens his eyes, not breaking contact as he sucks on my tongue. The blazing desire and possessive, predatory gleam in his eyes makes me shiver. I'm held captive, literally and figuratively, trembling in my new master's arms as he has his way with me.

He finally pulls away to let me gasp for breath. "S-Sariel..."

Those gorgeous eyes widen, and his own panting for breath leaves his mouth hanging open as he stares at me. "Shit."

Suddenly I'm being pulled away from the wall, and my blouse hastily rearranged to cover my breasts. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders in an attempt to give me improved modesty. "With me," he orders, huddling me close to him and out of the room. 

He marches me quickly back into the prison entryway, around the front desk and towards a staircase in the back leading to the offices upstairs. When the officers give us inquisitive looks, he snaps at them, "As you were. I am not to be disturbed unless the world itself is ending."

The pair instantly cast their eyes down and salute. "Y-yes sir!"

My heart hammers in my chest, my head still hazy with pleasure as I am guided up the carpeted stairs. Once in front of a door at the end of the hall, a metallic clinking automatically makes me step backward. Sariel's eyes flick up to mine. He chuckles knowingly at my reflex and hastily unlocks the door to his... extraordinary office. 

Even in the dim moonlight, the opulence and quality of his furnishings and trophies is evident. But he does not give me long to admire the decor, shoving me against the wall the instant the door is locked. I gasp as his mouth crashes into mine once again. My eyes fly open as he grabs my thigh, hitching it around his waist. He sucks at my neck and does the same with the other leg, pushing me up, and allowing me to feel just how hard he is. A sound I've never heard before is jerked out of me as he aggressively grinds against my mound.

He breaks the kiss with a purr and sighs in my ear, hastily hanging up his hat on the stand next to the door. "Naughty thing," he pants. "I've never done something like this in my office. What have you made of me, minx?" All I can do is blink at him, and he laughs, his kiss-drunk smile reminding me of a beast smiling with a mouth of fangs. 

I shriek as he easily hoists me up in one arm, carrying me over to the exquisite sofa. He drops me on the cushions and smirks down at me as he loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves. I squirm against the rich fabric as he straddles me. There is no escaping as he runs a finger down to once again undo the buttons on my blouse. He draws a small dagger from somewhere in his sleeve, making me gasp as he cuts my bandeau bra. Instinctively, I hold my breath as he lets the tip lightly rest on my skin. 

"Shall I take you with the cuffs on or off?" Sariel asks. "Will I take you home tonight in your own shirt, or mine?" When I give no answer, he smirks. "Mine it is~"

I watch his hands carefully cut off my blouse, leaving my torso completely naked to him. He pauses to take me in - a sharp breath evidencing what he thinks of me - before wasting no more time in removing the rest of my clothes, then his shirt. Holding his tie, he looks to me as though considering something, and I wonder why until he manhandles me onto my side. He unlocks the cuffs and replaces them with the silk tie. Leaning down, he nibbles the shell of my ear. "Let it not be said that this devil does not take good care of what belongs to him." 

He smiles as he drops the cuffs to the floor. I take a steadying breath, lying once again on my back as he makes a show of taking off his boots and trousers, then his glasses. I avert my eyes as he climbs back on top of me, but he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Ah, is my kitten shy? No need to be, darling. This view belongs to you now~"

I swallow hard and allow myself a peek downwards. The sight of his hardness and shock of black hair makes me throb, and the whole effect leaves me flushing from head to toe. Slightly dizzy with arousal and anticipation, I decide that admiring the rest of his muscular form is much safer. I try not to think of his toned thighs as they force mine apart. 

The cold air makes me shiver, and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss my chest. "Don't worry, I'll make you plenty warm before we leave, pet." I whimper as his teeth tease the tender skin around my nipples, erect from his ministrations. My thighs clench - around his - as he sucks on the hardened tips. While my hands strain at the silk tie, his run under my waist as I arch into him. 

Sariel's lips touch and suck at every inch of skin across my chest and stomach, leaving a garden of blooming roses only to be seen in tomorrow morning's light. I whimper, overwhelmed with arousal and the thrill of helplessness as a hand goes down to massage and knead my thigh. He pauses after sucking on the curve of my breast to remove his glove with his teeth. Tossing it aside, those lithe fingers move to the more sensitive flesh of my inner thigh and upwards.

"Good girl, be still for me," he orders. I gasp and jolt as his chilled finger brushes my most sensitive spot. My wide eyes meet his as he moves in for another kiss. He plays with my damp folds, exploring and rubbing my sex, back to my taint and up again. Just as his lips touch mine, he slowly slips a fingertip inside me. I can't hold back my whimpers as he begins to stimulate my inner walls.

He growls against my mouth, his eyes heavy with lust. "You are so honest with your sounds and body, I love it. Such a good girl." Those beautiful lips quirk in a grin as I mewl, that fingertip finding the perfect spot inside me. His teeth tease my lip between them as he rubs at that spot. 

I arch against him and whine. "Sariel...! Mmph!" He kisses and sucks at my neck and collarbone, soon adding a second finger. I moan wantonly, bucking against his hand as he pushes his fingers deeper. The louder I get, the more ragged his breathing becomes. That alone is driving me to distraction. 

When he adds a third finger, the wet sound that profanes the beautiful office makes me freeze. He groans out loud and speeds up his hand, not allowing me to be still for long. I bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as he roughly coaxes a spiraling pleasure in me. But as soon as I do, he stops.

I whimper pitifully and buck against his hand again, chasing the quickly abating pleasure. Looking up at him, he truly does look like a devil on top of me. His jet black hair sticks to his forehead, his amethyst eyes nearly glowing in the moonlight. He kneels between my legs and removes his hand entirely. "Now now, kitten. Don't you know it's naughty to bite your master? However shall I punish you?"

The sadistic delight in his voice chills me more than the loss of warmth from his body on mine. I look up at him, panting and trembling, hardly able to think let alone answer. He chuckles and reaches over my leg down to the floor. I actively try to ignore the feeling of his hard erection pressing into my leg as he bends down. When I see what he's retrieved, I recoil slightly. 

"...Sariel?"

He plays with the whip, bending it lightly between his hands. I've never seen a look like this in his eyes, and I can't help but shiver. His kiss-swollen lips part as he leans forward, running the tip of the handle along my stomach. I can't look away from his face as he rubs it between my breasts, and then downward. My eyes widen in shock as he... continues trailing it lower. 

My hips buck as he rubs the round end of the whip against my clit, quickly increasing my pleasure once again. I whine and squirm as he brings it lower, rolling it around my dampened folds, then pressing it to my entrance.

"Ah ah, be a good girl and accept your punishment," he drawls, holding my hips still as he pushes the handle inside me. 

I mewl at the intrusion, gasping as my body throbs, trying to repel it before pulling it in deeper. My sensitive nerves are alight with pleasure, but as he slowly starts to thrust it inside me, it suddenly becomes unbearably good. I desperately press my lips to my master's shoulder to muffle my cries. 

He purrs and strokes my hip. I'm glad to have my face hidden as the sound of my own wetness fills the room. "That's it, pet, take your punishment~"

It's not long before he has me at the brink of ruin. I finally let my head fall back to the pillow and look up at him, my eyes full of tears. "P-please, it's too much. I can't... I-it's..."

The devil's eyes lose none of their amusement as he smiles down at me. "Don't worry, darling. Let it happen. It's alright." His hand speeds up, and I'm forced to surrender to the feeling. It crashes over me, my whole body convulsing and writhing in euphoric bliss as I come undone. Of course, he shows me no mercy whatsoever, pumping it even harder and faster than before to hold me captive to the waves of unbearable pleasure until they've retreated. 

I pant desperately, my hips still bucking against his hand. The sound the whip makes as he slowly pulls it out of me makes me look away in scandalized shame, only to be outdone spectacularly by the sight of him licking my cream off it it. My jaw drops at the utterly unholy sight. His smirk is completely unapologetic as he runs his tongue along the handle, then tosses it aside. I'm suddenly held in his embrace, his strong arm around my waist, hugging my sweat-slicked skin to his. 

"Good girl," he croons, kissing up my throat. "How did it feel to come for me, mm?" I gasp and try to look away, blushing more fiercely than I ever have. He chuckles and moves his head to capture my lips. "Rel... I can't wait a second longer..."

I feel his hand reach between our hips, whimpering as he aligns his leaking tip to my entrance. He kisses me deeply as he slowly pushes it inside me as far as he can go. My body arches against him, and I whine into his mouth. He is much larger than the whip... Panting against his lips, my oversensitive walls stretch to accomodate his steel hard length. 

"Ahh... fu- mm, so tight," he growls. He is rigid with tension as he stops, as deep inside me as he can be. 

We still, breathing hard as we feel each other throb. I mewl helplessly as he begins languidly grinding his hips against mine, my own bucking involuntarily in turn.

"Sariel...! Mmph! I...!"

He moves a hand up to stroke my hair reassuringly. "That's it, kitten, just like that. You're alright. So good for me."

I can't help but melt against him, finally relaxing at the sound of his voice. "Sariel..."

"Yes, ahh... You're mine now. I'm going to take care of you." He kisses my face slowly, almost worshipfully. The act is more intimate than anything I've ever experienced before. It steals my breath away, and another piece of my heart. "Rel... My dear."

Swallowing hard, he moves back to look down at me. Slowly, he pulls out partway, then sinks back into my hot wetness. A tremor runs through him, and he groans. The sight makes me throb around him, and he smirks. "Mm, such a good fucking girl, aren't you? So good for me..."

I moan loudly as he begins thrusting. My legs wrap around his waist, and I'm lost to him completely. I wish I could hold onto him as he rocks into me, but having my hands bound... the helplessness only increases my pleasure. We watch each other's faces for a moment, intoxicated. 

He then shifts angles, and I nearly scream as the veins in his cock drag along the perfect spot inside of me. The beast growls and kisses me, tugging my hair and digging his fingers into my hip to hold me still as his thrusts increase in speed and force. I can hardly kiss him back as he ravages me, consumed in him, lost in bliss. 

"M-master..." I manage to stutter.

Sariel forces his tongue into my mouth with a moan, pulsing it against my own in time with his thrusts. The effect is so hot that I reach the edge then and there. He feels my body tensing, and fucks his hard length into me faster. I arch against him, my clit rubbing deliciously against his abs with every thrust. When I tip over the edge, I suck on his tongue, hard. 

He holds me against him as I come, this time so much more intense as his hot manhood fills me so deeply. And this time, it lasts so much longer. I scream as the euphoria consumes me, nearly making me black out. "Sariel! Sariel, please!"

"Good girl, that's it. Shit, I'm going to come too..." He pants against my neck as he furiously chases his own high, fucking me into overstimulation. My cries and pleas for mercy aren't heard as he pistons into me, never losing his rhythm. When he reaches the edge, his groans in my ear are enough to make me come again. I sob against his hair, gushing around his length as he pours his seed deep inside me. "Rel... Rel, oh my god.. Fuck...!"

My hips buck against his as the rest of my body goes limp from the pleasure. Sariel pumps every drop of his seed into me, drawing out our pleasure as long as he can before finally going still inside me. He pants hard, kissing my neck sloppily. A hand beside my head keeps some of his weight off of me, but he's trembling. "Sariel..."

"Rel. Rel..." My name falls from his lips like a prayer as he nuzzles my jaw, peppering it with kisses. Is this what is's like to be a devil's lover? A devil that was once surely an angel, to have such a sweet side. He surprises me by reaching underneath our bodies to tug on the end of the tie, releasing my hands at last. 

I manage to get them out from under me, quickly grabbing his waist as he begins to pull out. "W-wait. I... need to feel you i-inside me still. Please."

His eyes meet mine, slightly clearer from the post-high haze. He looks almost startled by my request. But then his arms are around me, his nose rubbing against my breasts. "You're going to be the death of me, woman," he mutters.

The effect is so bizarrely adorable that I can't help but breathe out a laugh, finally able to run my trembling hands into his silky hair. Feeling emboldened, I whisper into his ear, "I like being your captive, master."

Those devilish eyes rise, his expression dark and full of mischief as he pushes his cock back down the hilt inside of me. I gasp and moan, and he chuckles triumphantly. "Don't tease the devil, kitten. You don't know how insatiable we can be. I'll make you regret this."

"Mm, really?" I tease breathlessly.

He nips my lower lip. That saccharine voice is sin itself as he whispers, "I'll ravage you so many times that my cum will drip out of you until morning, pet~"

The furious blush returns to my... entire body. He wins this one... damn.

Sariel laughs at my silence, the sound morphing into a satisfied groan as I continue to throb around him. "Mm, don't stop," he mutters, and I remember to keep petting his hair. "...good girl."

We fall into a comfortable silence, finally letting our hearts and breath settle. 

Outside, the earliest rays of morning light are beginning to end the night. Something is beginning. What, I cannot yet guess. I only hope that there might be more moments like this, with this devil - sweet, safe, almost feeling... loved. Wanted. Very nearly, though perhaps delusionally, hopeful.

Is there a place for a thief in the part of the world that lives in the light? Well, if anyone can find and make a place like that, it's Sariel Noir. If he - a thief and a street rat - could make a life for himself, then at his side, perhaps miracles really can happen. 

For this quiet moment, I'll allow myself to dream.

~To be continued?~ 

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"So close, my dear."

A shiver runs through me. Damn it...

Sariel chuckles darkly. He traces the tip of his whip along my neck up to my jaw, making me jump. The book's page is lost as my hand slips. Leaning close, he whispers, "Third strike, kitten. Now. It's time for you to be punished~"

"N-no... Master, please..."

His amethyst eyes glint with sadistic mirth as he closes the book and slides it forward on his desk. "I know you can do better. So, will you be a good girl and accept your punishment?"

If this were a different time of day - or night, rather - he would normally pull my hair. But seeing as it's done up in a complicated twist, instead he opts to tug on my choker necklace. My collar.

I sigh, his his breath warm on my temple. But, ever my perceptive lover, he notices when my shoulders slump slightly.

He sighs, and the whip once again caresses my jaw. "You're doing well, dove. You've been working so very hard. I'm so proud of you."

My eyes flick up to his, and I offer him a tired smile. "...Thank you. Thank you for teaching me."

Sariel just looks at me for a long moment and sighs again, a softer smile gracing his lips. He moves back, leaning down to kiss my hair. "Of course, darling." The next moment, I am desperately trying to quell the strangled sort of shriek that bursts from my lips when he roughly gropes my breast through my dress. "And of course, I'll be awaiting my payment, darling~"

I gasp and blush, glancing away.

He laughs wickedly. "How dear it is that you are yet so shy, kitten. I'm so happy you wear the dresses I buy you. You look like a blushing princess, all mine to torment~"

My breath catches as he trails the whip over my shoulder before finally returning to his chair. He sits gracefully, crossing his legs and going back to lightly bending the whip in his hands as he had been doing before. "Now then, continue. You may read the next pages silently to practice before I have you read them aloud."

"Yes sir." I take a deep breath and try to slow my racing heart, and hope that my now fuzzy mind will cooperate. Starting to flip through the pages to find my lost spot, I can feel my master's intense eyes on me. Well, no hope of my heart settling now, is there. And so, I begin again trying to read the page before me.

After struggling though another dozen pages, desperately trying to make as few mistakes as possible, I finally dare to let myself get distracted. Cautiously, I peek up from under my lashes. Across the room, he sits with his legs crossed, a hand elegantly propping his chin while he is absorbed in a book. Damn it, he looks so hot reading.

At last the clock chimes. He closes his book and sets it down on the side table. "That's enough for today, sweetheart," he announces.

I let out a puff of air and close the book. "Thank god."

He gets up and stretches, coming over to me. With a smirk, he comes behind me and puts a hand on my throat. "There is no god here, darling. Only a devil~" I whimper as he pulls me back towards his chest so he can kiss me. While the contact is short, he wastes no time in pushing his tongue into my mouth, making me suck on it. We pull away with a wet sound and he groans quietly. "Ah, good girl."

Sighing contentedly, he releases his hold on my throat to stroke it tenderly. "Are you ready for what comes next?"

I swallow hard. "I think so."

He smiles and pecks my lips once more. "Well, I know so. Let's get going." Offering me his hand, he helps me stand and puts the book back on a shelf.

Sariel leads me down the hall to our bedroom. Locking the door behind us, he then opens the wardrobe. Hanging on the backs of the doors are two fine outfits, one for each of us. Fit for a high society dinner.

Turning back to me, he clasps his hands behind his back. "Strip."

I flush at his command, and shyly begin to obey.

He raises a brow. "Well?"

I remember his rule too late. "Oh, y-yes sir."

His violet eyes glitter menacingly at me in the mirror. "Mm. Don't be forgetting your training now, pet." He watches me undress, my clothes piling on the chair in the corner. Then he steps closer and starts pulling the pins from my hair. Once they're all out, he places them on the vanity, fetching a brush.

I shiver a little, standing naked in the chilled air while he starts brushing out my hair. His gentle touch and soothing rhythm of the brushstrokes makes me sigh. "This feels nice, Sariel."

My quiet words make him freeze. His eyes meet mine in our reflection, something wavering in his gaze. A soft smile graces his lips and he chuckles, leaning in to place a kiss on the crown of my head. "You're going to be the death of me, woman." I gasp as his teeth find the rim of my ear, nibbling softly. "Now," he purrs, "you will help me undress."

"Yes, master." I turn to face him, hesitating momentarily before kissing him. Our lips meet slowly while I unbutton his jacket, then his shirt.

Once his clothes join mine, he takes me by the shoulders and turns me back towards the mirror. I blush at the sight of our skin on full display; my stretch marks and his scars gleaming in the brilliant afternoon light. He brushes my hair away from one shoulder, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"Hands behind your back, kitten."

He's absolutely insatiable... "Yes sir."

I obey, and he uses one hand to hold my wrists captive. The other begins to caress me, starting at my throat. I swallow hard, watching in the mirror as his lithe fingers move down to toy with my breasts.

"Mm, you like that, sweetheart?" he mutters, tracing and rubbing my nipples until they harden. He chuckles at my restrained whimpers. "Good girl, letting me play with your body~ So good for me."

I bite my lip as his hand moves down my waist, gripping and massaging down to the tops of my thighs. He wastes little time in reaching his fingertips down until they reach my sensitive pearl. My hips buck involuntarily at the sensation.

"Spread your legs, pet. Let me in." Trembling now, I obey. With a hum of approval, he presses two fingertips to my damp entrance. "Ah... Always so eager for me, hm?" We both shiver as he pushes them inside me.

I arch against him, crying out lightly as he begins to thrust, his thumb circling my clit. "Sariel...!"

He groans in my ear, his teeth latching on again as his hand speeds up. I writhe, overwhelmed by the stimulation. "Don't you dare try to escape, or I'll fuck you right here," he threatens. My core throbs around his fingers as he says this, making him growl in pleasure.

"Ah! I- agh! Please...!" My master quickly silences me with a dizzying kiss.

He knows just how to touch me, all my weak spots. My body has no choice but to hurtle to the edge. Within a minute, he's pushed me over it.

I moan and shudder against his mouth as the orgasm rips through me. My hips rut into his hand; as always, the obscene squelch of my own wetness makes me blush furiously.

His fingers fuck me through my high, finally slowing only after my body has slumped against his. At last he releases my wrists, using his other arm to hold me steady.

Breaking our kiss with a wet pop, he sighs and nuzzles my cheek. "Good girl, that's it." I whimper as he pulls his fingers out of me, automatically opening my mouth as he raises them for me to lick away the slick.

Sariel sucks in a breath as I take his fingers into my mouth, watching intently. I can't help but blush under his scrutiny. When they taste clean, I loll my tongue, which he toys with a little. "That's a good pet. Now it's my turn."

He kisses my temple as he releases me, going to fetch a rag from a bowl of rose water. After wringing it out, he kneels in front of me. He thoroughly begins rubbing my body over... while his mouth works on cleaning between my legs. I hold on to his shoulders, still shaky from his torment. A mewl leaves my throat as his tongue laps at my folds, plunging inside me, and dragging along my inner thighs.

Looking up at me, he smirks. "I was going to let you go with only once, but your expression is so exquisite my dear, you will come for me again." I gasp as he pinches my clit, his tongue pressing inside me again.

Already a little overstimulated, it takes very little to peak once more. Helpless to the pleasure, I grind my mound against his tongue as it pulses into my velvety depths. With the right rhythum of rubbing against my bud, he forces me to climax. I try not to pull his hair as the overwhelming sensation ripples through my body once again. The devil greedily laps up every drop of my essence before he finally gets up.

He lays me down on the dressing bench, roughly pulling my thighs wide open. I whimper helplessly, seeing his hard length at attention. But instead of forcing it inside me as he usually does, he merely wipes between my legs with the rose cloth. He laughs at my whine when he finishes the job with a kiss on my swollen, throbbing hole.

"I love how you submit to me~" Helping me sit up, he then re-douses the cloth with fresh rose water. "Now, why don't you thank your master properly, hm?" His eyes glint with challenge as he holds the rag out to me.

"As you wish." I will my legs to stop trembling as I stand, giving his body the same thorough treatment as I wipe him down. The fresh scent of rose mixes with his own intoxicating musk, compelling me to pepper his skin with kisses. I catch glimpses of his small, content smile as I work, his hand tenderly stroking my hair.

When I finish, I tease him by resting a hand on his hip. "Thank you for treating me so well, master. I hope I've pleased you."

He smirks dangerously. "Don't forget the rules, kitten. Every orgasm you receive must be matched with an hour of my own pleasure. You will repay me for both of your gifts tonight~"

My body throbs in anticipation. "Of course, master."

Of course he notices how my legs clench together, and he laughs. I shriek in surprise as he slaps my ass. "That's my girl. Come now, let's get dressed."

Glancing back at him - still completely naked - I have to resist the urge to curse him. ...Or beg him to take his 'payment' now.

He has me help him into his clothes before helping with mine. Once we're finished, he again stands behind me as we look in the mirror. Running a finger along my still-flushed cheek, he smirks. "See? I knew it would be just the thing to give you the perfect glow. You look wonderful, my dear."

I can't help but blush further at his words, and he laughs, taking me into his arms. He kisses my cheek and I groan in embarrassment. "Thank you," I mutter reluctantly.

He hums and takes my hand. "Come along. I'll fix your hair."

As he gently tugs me along behind him, I have the distinct feeling that tonight is going to be quite the night...

To be continued.

Chapter Text

The carriage ride is torture. Sariel keeps fussing with my hair, my sleeves, and drilling me over and over on everything he's taught me.

And then, far too soon, we're here. It's time.

The public debut of the thief of West River.

With a rumble, the carriage stops. Sariel opens the door and steps down, holding out a hand to me. I see the glint in his eye - of pride, intimidation, and what I've come to recognize as him donning the full mask of the devil.

The music can be heard out front of the grand mansion as I take his hand. We join the crowd advancing towards the open doors, gold light pouring out into the dusky evening. He offers his arm, and I straighten my shoulders, plastering on a pleasant expression.

Here begins the gauntlet.

Near the doors, a line has formed where the host is greeting his guests one by one. When it is our turn, the man's eyes linger on me.

"Ah, Detective Noir, welcome. What a lovely jewel you have on your arm."

His words make my heart stutter. ...He knows who I am. Trying to hide my nerves, I curtsey politely, allowing him to take my hand to kiss it.

"Laurent, allow me to introduce you to my betrothed, Director. This is Norel."

Director Laurence freezes briefly, though I only notice his faltering from the pressure on my hand. "Ah, indeed? Stole our best officer's heart, did you?"

I am shocked by his boldness. Beside me, the devil takes on an air of darkness. "Take care that she does not steal yours."

The two men's eyes lock briefly with an intensity masked only barely with polite smiles.

And suddenly it's over. We enter the main hall where the rest of the guests are lingering before dinner. I stay glued to Sariel's side as we drift around to talk with everyone. Officers, detectives, local government leaders, wealthy campaign donors. Intimidating men with inflated egos, women dripping with jewels and flowery insults.

God this is awful.

But standing beside the Devil shields me and inspires courage. This is his world. I can't help but want to be able to support him, be with him. Being here is his way of helping keep the police force in check, to prevent the spread of corruption. And I want to be strong enough to help his endeavours.

I stifle a gasp as I feel a hand on my lower back.

"Dinner is served," the director murmurs in my ear. He smiles as Sariel meets his eye... holding it as he runs his hand along my waist before walking away.

Sariel's composure cracks for a brief second. As he puts his own arm around my waist, I whisper, "What is he getting at?"

A devilish gleam lights up his eyes. "I took his promotion and had him penalized for an infraction. He's always been bold in his threats of taking what is mine." He chuckles darkly. "Much good it's done him."

We go into the grand dining room and find our place cards, allowing the butlers to seat us. To the left of Director Laurent  is the mayor and his wife, to his right, the chief of the city's police department. Sariel, being the most successful officer in the precinct, sits just beside him.

And so... throughout dinner, I am close enough for the host to try to strike up conversation with me. Considering that this is my debut into society, I'm still preoccupied on maintaining proper posture and not clinking the silverware, much less keeping up an appropriate conversation. ...Especially when the bastard has no interest in appropriate conversation.

Sariel is kind enough to bail me out twice. The wife of the mayor even distracts the man once to save me from his probing questions and gaze.

Finally, the dishes stop coming out, and we are free to leave the table. Sariel grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway with him, his grip strong. Rather than try to shake him off, I'm grateful for the grounding feeling, squeezing his hand back myself.

However, I hesitate at the foot of the stairs.

"Sariel? Should we be back here?" I nearly gasp when he finally looks back at me, his amethyst eyes ablaze with fury.

"You are mine. And he must know that."

There is no arguing as he hurries up the stairs with me in tow. We navigate the halls until coming across a set of French doors that undeniably lead to the private quarters of the estate's owner.

My heart is pounding as he opens the door and pulls me inside. My breath seems especially loud in the dark, moonlit space as he locks the doors behind us.

"S-Sariel...?"

He stops by the edge of the bed and glances back over his shoulder. My heart is pounding. Feeling my gaze, his eyes flick up to mine. "Get over here."

A shiver runs through me. "...Sir?"

He smirks, his expression dark. "You heard me. I gave you an order. You dare pretend you didn't hear me?"

Oh... So he's serious about this. "I- n-no, master. I wouldn't..." I can't help but recoil as he marches back to me.

"But you did." He grabs me and shoves me against the wall.

"This is Monsieur Laurant's room?! B-but what if someone hears?!"

"You will be punished severely if they do. Now submit to your master." There is a dark sort of madness in his heated gaze that sends a surge of heat through me.

"Sariel..."

He kisses me much more softly than I was anticipating. His hands roam my sides, massaging my hips. I groan into his mouth, gasping as his knee comes between my legs.

He pulls away with a heated sigh, licking my ear before whispering, "Let me show him who you belong to so he never thinks to take you from me again."

"Mm. Y-yes, master."

Looking into my eyes briefly, we share an electrifying second of illicit thrill for what we're about to do. Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me across the room.

Standing before the bed, he kisses me senseless while hiking my dress up around my hips. Once it's out of the way, he throws me down on the plush bed. I lie back, watching him undo his belt and shift his trousers. He looks more like a demon than ever as he climbs on top of me, roughly tying my wrists together with the belt. I arch against him as he kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth to ravage it.

I can't help but whine as he pulls down my undergarments to my knees, the cool air making me shiver. He wastes no time in putting my legs over one shoulder and reaching down to press a gloved finger into me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, grateful that my insatiable lover never leaves me empty for long. He wants to be able to take me any way he wishes, whenever he wants. ...Though I never expected his risk taking to go quite as far as making love in someone else's bed.

But he quickly erases such thoughts from my head as his lithe fingers rub me inside and out with a single-minded ferocity. He takes advantage of the overstimulation and makes me peak within the minute. Shudders wrack my whole body as I cum hard on his fingers, mewling into his mouth.

"Master...! Ahn!"

Sariel growls against my lips. His hand grasps my hip as the other leaves the warm place between my legs. He leaves wet kisses down my neck and settles over me, lining himself up. We both gasp as he pushes into me. I throb around him as he quickly starts thrusting.

I quickly fall captive to his rhythm as the devil claims his bride to be.

The minutes tick by as I writhe in the pleasurable fire of lust - and don't notice the footsteps. It isn't until the door opens that the situation really settles into my pleasure-addled brain.

My eyes lock with Decective Laurant's. And time stops.

But of course, Sariel doesn't stop. The room is filled with lurid sounds, the bed is already wet with our desire. I gasp and try to squirm away in sudden panic, but Sariel's belt holds my hands firmly. He sees my wide eyed expression and looks over his shoulder, never breaking his rhythm.

Laurant stares at us open mouthed, his hand frozen on the door handle.

I can't hold in my gasps of overwhelming pleasure, even as the man watches.

After a moment, Sariel smirks and turns back to me, evidently finished making his point. He thrusts harder, and I squeeze him tighter.

Laurent at last seems to pull himself out of his shock and half stumbles out of the doorway. He doesn't utter a word as he shuts the door firmly.

Sariel speeds up his thrusts suddenly, and I can't hold back the cry of ecstasy as I peak. He follows quickly, pulling out soon afterward to let his cum to spill out onto the sheets.

We lie there, panting, a sheen of sweat making our fine clothes stick to our skin.

"You're mad, devil."

Sariel lets out a breathy laugh, nuzzling my cheek. "Yes, yes I am. About you."

He gets up off of me slowly, staring down for a moment. With a smirk, he kisses me, once more ravaging my mouth. He pulls away with a wet string connecting us, running a hand through his hair before sitting up.

"Come now, let's get you fixed up." With a kiss to my temple, he pulls my undergarments back to rights and helps me sit on the edge of the bed. "Such a good girl," he whispers. "So good for me."

Shakily, I get up, and he turns the lamp on low so we can fix ourselves to be presentable. While Sariel helps set my hair back to rights, his elegant fingers pause, brushing a damp lock of hair aside.

His deep voice is quiet as he meets my eye in the dimly lit mirror. "I love you, you know." His hand rests on my waist. "Do you know how much you've changed me? Brought me back from darkness I never thought I'd escape from."

"Really?" I rest a hand on top of his. "You were the one who saved me."

He laughs quietly. "But not before you stole something of mine, hm? I searched for you for so long, my little thief. The moment I saw your face... Well, I knew everything was about to change. It had to. ...I had to have you. And the joy you've brought my life, my fallen angel, is more than I could have hoped for."

I stare back at him, even in the darkness seeing my fierce blush. "...Does this mean I'm just as much a freak as you are, given how much I love you? Love this?"

His eyes widen in brief shock, and he sighs - though I can't miss the smirk playing on his lips. "...Brat." He turns off the lamp and takes my hand in the darkness. "Come now, kitten. Let's go show the world who the Devil's bride is, hm? Never again will anyone question. You belong to the devil."

"Damn right I do."