Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There were plans to open the club - finally - and plans to go to Austria for a few days to see an opera - exciting - and Octavia had been doing better recently, so... Lucifer was in a good mood, actually, when Sunday came around.

So yes, the candles were out again tonight. And a rather imposing spread of seafood, picked up from the mainland. With mango rice, of course.

It was Octavia. Couldn't do without the mango rice.

"How do you feel about the snapper?"

[[ for her ]]

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[okteiviakom]

It entirely felt like being suddenly deprived of something, and Octavia took a breath or two to collect herself. Then, without looking back, she swayed away from the wall, and headed into the room.

To the bed.

Climbed onto it, almost grateful to not be on her feet anymore. Hesitated for a second before getting on all fours.

And then another - the length of remembering how his do you understand? had sounded - before her upper body sank to the mattress, as best it could. The subtle burn of shame was immediate, much like the crashing wave of the last time she'd submitted into this position.

Both sent heat pooling in the pit of her stomach.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," he said again.

She wasn't alone for long. Soon, the mattress dipped as Lucifer settled right behind, straddling her legs.

He placed his hands on her back. "Pretty," he said, sliding his hands slowly downward towards her shoulders.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shivered. Her sweater wasn't even that thin, but she couldn't help it.

She would've probably had the same reaction had he just barely touched her with his fingertips.

[my_own_advocate]

And eventually, his fingertips was what she got, trailing over the back of her neck. "Do you think it'll hurt worse, or less, if I spank you with these trousers on?" Lucifer wondered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't tell which part made her feel more unsteady, the touch or the words.

Threat? Promise?

"Depends how hard you hit," she croaked, voice a little strained all of a sudden.

[my_own_advocate]

"Fair enough," Lucifer said, and his fingers slid back, silky-slow. "Shall we find out?"

[okteiviakom]

"Seems like your choice."

It was one way to say she wouldn't veto it.

"Do I deserve it?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. Almost a hiss. "You most certainly do."

(She'd earned it.)

His hands settled over her arse. He looked up at her dark hair, the line of her back, and gave one... experimental... swat.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia tensed a little, with a muted inhale.

It... definitely felt a little different, through the fabric.

[my_own_advocate]

"You know why, don't you?" Lucifer murmured.

The second was harder. More confident.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia felt it more, too. And so the gasp was a little more obvious, as well.

"N-no."

That felt like a lie, because the specifics didn't really matter. She deserved punishment, forever.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well," Lucifer said, tilting his head. "Then this one's for lying."

He brought his hand down firmly on the same cheek. Trying to get a bit of a bruise going, even if there were layers of cloth between them.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's flinch suggested he may have been on to something. The impact seemed to reverberate down her thigh, but also right to her core.

Her teeth found her bottom lip to bite on.

[my_own_advocate]

"Try again," Lucifer said.

Another swat. As... inspiration.

[okteiviakom]

Another flinch.

"Y-yes?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Why do you deserve this?" Lucifer asked, chin held high.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's back looked tense. Like she was bracing herself for another hit.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

"'Cause I don't really deserve anything else." Her voice was... strained, again.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm," Lucifer hummed. Non-committally.

He counted to three in the back of his head.

Then he struck her again. Over the other cheek, this time.

[okteiviakom]

For all her bracing, Octavia still made a startled noise.

Of course she'd been expecting the impact on the other side. Silly her.

[my_own_advocate]

"Did that surprise you?" Lucifer asked.

Swat.

"It shouldn't."

Swat.

[okteiviakom]

"I thought --"

Actually, that thought didn't even feel worth finishing. Octavia's hands curled into fists. One half of her ass already felt warm and tingly and reddened, and his hand felt intent on making sure the other half would too, soon enough.

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't think," Lucifer said. His hand stilled, and then-- made a rubbing motion, purposefully agitating the skin below. "This is just the start," he added. "I'm going to make you come, darling. And it's going to hurt."

[okteiviakom]

Now there was a threat-promise that left Octavia without words to spill out of her mouth.

The fabric shifting against her bruising skin under his hand forced a noise in her throat, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"I actually wonder how you're doing under here," Lucifer mused.

His hand slipped from her arse.

And into the front of her trousers.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had started getting wet the moment he'd pushed her up against the wall outside the bedroom. None of what he'd done since had exactly deterred her body any.

Even her face flushing a little now as his hand slid down to all that evidence seemed to correspond directly with a little ache, a little twitch in her.

She pressed her face a little harder into the sheets.