But Lucifer didn't plan on letting her off the hook yet, not when he saw how uncomfortable the subject matter was for Emelia, which was a weakness he could exploit to gain control of their situation.
"Oh no! We can't forget about that, Ms. Emelia! It's important for you to understand the full weight of your actions. I mean, come on! If you want me to just focus on you, then why does that shining ring of yours on your finger keep distracting me?
How can I keep myself from thinking about your husband when it's staring right at me?" Lucifer continued his teasing, enjoying watching Emelia squirm in discomfort. "And you're talking like you've already decided that we will do something sexual. I didn't know I agreed to do anything with you."
"What's the problem with that ring? Just think about my body and ignore it. Forget about it! There's nothing else between us." Emelia tried to explain. But Lucifer kept pressing on, his words causing her guilt and doubt to grow even further.
"Nothing else, you say? Are you sure there's nothing? Is this how you're supposed to behave as a married woman? I think I'm having second thoughts about this, Ms. Emelia... You know what?
I think it's best that you go home to your husband now. And leave me alone. You are married after all. I am sorry that I ever did something indecent. I apologize for that." Lucifer feigned an apologetic expression, and Emelia frowned.
She was not having any of his fake acts. She was tired of being toyed with. "Enough, Lucifer. Enough with the games. You know very well that you are just as responsible as I am, so stop trying to make yourself sound innocent. We both know you are anything but that.
And if it's about rings, then take this off." Emelia took her ring from her finger and tossed it on the floor, her eyes locked on his.
The look in her eyes sent a chill through him, and Lucifer couldn't suppress his smirk. She had a fierceness to her. He admired that. She had an inner fire, strength, and a determination he hadn't seen before. And that turned him on even more.
"Now, there is nothing on my hand. And I want to pleasure you, Lucifer. So, please, let's just get on with it. You can't back off now."
Lucifer looked down at her, his gaze meeting hers, and she could feel the tension building between them. "Look, you've got the wrong idea about me, Ms. Emelia. You think that I'd be satisfied with a little touching? Or a handjob? Maybe even a blowjob?
That's not me, and it never will be." He stated with confidence.
"But you said you wanted to relieve your erection... That's why I am offering to help you with that."
"And what if I told you that my kind of relief requires something else?"
"What are you saying?" Emelia questioned. A part of her feared his answer. But she needed to know.
"Let's just say that I like sex, and I love to fuck... And I am not easily satisfied by anything less than a full sexual encounter. So I'm afraid your 'assistance' won't be enough. Not by a long shot."
Lucifer watched her reaction and smiled when he noticed the look on her face. He was certain she hadn't expected such a response. She might be an older, experienced woman. But she wasn't ready for the likes of him.
"What!? That's... No... I can't." Emelia exclaimed, shaking her head. She was appalled. She had assumed he just needed some help getting off.
She thought it was something she could handle—a simple physical task, like helping him masturbate. It wasn't something she was looking forward to, but if that's what he needed, she was willing to assist him, thinking that was all it would take to get her mind and conscience clear, allowing her to go home to her husband.
However, it turned out to be more complicated than she'd anticipated.