Red.

The kiss is passionate and needy; she feels the urge to pull his clothes off, every fibre in her body screaming for more.

“Are you sure about this, Anais?” Why is he asking her? Why does he even care if she is sure?

“I believe in you, Lucifer, and only you will go to the extent I need to get pleasure, so yes, I’m sure.” She is scared that she won’t enjoy something, but this is Lucifer; she’s lucky he’s taken the safe words.

His hands grab hers pulling her up from the bed, his hands slipping the blindfold down over her eyes.  Her other senses instantly heightened. He guides her back to the dungeon.

“Lift your left foot.” Lucifer’s voice is low; Anais lifts it feeling the heavy metal cuff wrap around get ankle.  The feel of a mental chain under her foot, the sound of a padlock clicking, his hand releasing her foot. Her mind screams at her that she is crazy.

She always has con