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  He chuckled and rubbed his cheek. “Come on, love. We have to go downstairs. My father wants to meet you.” He could easily hear her gasp. She got up from the bed, still naked and went to the bathroom, yelling behind her “Tell him to wait, I need a shower.”

  After a brief shower, a little packing and a phone call to her mother, Maria and Baphomet phased at her dad’s house, in Hell. Well, if house is the correct term. It was a magnificent palace, in the 3 ring of Hell, ‘the luxurious ring’, as Baphomet was calling it. Maria’s face was an excellent one for a Kodak moment, because she was gaping and turning everywhere. “Fuck this is big. Like man, like palace. My daddy really has a great ego.” Turning at Baphomet, she told him “I bet that yours is bigger. Like your fuckin’ ego.” She snarled at him. “Whoa, pussycat. Easy. What have I done now that you talk to me like that?” “Well, let me make the list. You fuckin’ entered my home, well ‘phasing’ as you said, you tried your fuckin’ mojo on me, and you know that I hate that, and you ENTERED MY HOUSE! Without my permission.”

  Baphomet looked stunned at her nervous reaction. “Whoa. That’s quite the list. Come on, Maria. Forgive me. I know that I look like an ass, but you make me feel like I am not Lucifer’s son. I feel like a human. I want you, Maria. I really need you.” Maria raised one eyebrow at him, trying to be nonchalant, though her insides were like Jell-O. “I told you that I don’t want you. I don’t do demons. Especially not ego-centered demons like you. Now, let’s meet your father after I put my things in my father’s house.”

  Maria was very nervous for her encounter with King Lucifer. He really is full of himself. Like father, like son. When they entered in the First Circle, which was only for Lucifer and his siblings, she was really taken back. The place was ginormous and she gaped like a loon at the luxury that was Lucifer’s home. But her jaw hit the floor when she saw Lucifer. He was over 6.2 feet and he had those amazing green eyes which pierced her soul. He was wearing a suit. Why was he wearing a suit? His outfit made her blush because she was dressed only in a lace and leather dress that was very tight on her body with high black Louboutins, her favorite pair of pumps. She had a badass look, but still classy.

  “King Lucifer.” Maria saluted the green-eyed demon with a reverence. She felt a little like a dork, but she wanted to have her father proud of her. Lucifer’s chuckle was like a boom over the castle, and she was blushing. “Little Maria, it’s so nice to finally meet you. I watched you over the years and was quite impressed with your gift. And your lifestyle choice.” Maria begun to laugh loudly. “Oh my. King Lucifer. Were you spying on me? I hope that you haven’t watched me in the bathroom too.” She could see Lucifer smirk at her. Turning to Asmodeus, she fanned her lashes. “Dad, I can’t believe that you actually let him watch me!” Turning at Lucifer with a scowl, Maria told him “That’s why your son is so full of himself.” Maria couldn’t stop laughing and now she was clutching her belly because it hurt.

  Baphomet’s eyes grew bigger and bigger with each sentence she was spilling. Damn. This woman knows no boundaries? But also he was quite pleased with her. He liked that fire inside Maria and now he wanted her more and more.

  “Father, may I speak?” Baphomet asked his father, and Maria watched him with amusement. “Really Baphi? You need the permission to speak? God, that’s quite creepy.” When she looked at her father, he was horrified because of her choice of words. “Yes, Maria. I respect my father and Creator. And you should talk a little more civilized.” At his admission, Lucifer laughed. “Asmodeus, I had no idea that your daughter had a big attitude. I like it. She would be a Hell of a wife for Baphomet.”

  Now it was Maria’s turn to be horrified. Her father told her that she has three brothers-in-law, Baphomet’s bigger brothers being married with her sisters and that Baphomet was the youngest son of Lucifer and that she will have to be his wife.

  After that he glanced at her neck and saw that word tattooed on her neck. “Unholy Hell. Maria what’s on your neck?” She eyed her father suspiciously like he had an extra limb. “What?”

  “What’s on your neck? What’s that tattoo?” She chuckled. “Oh, you mean the Hell one or Heaven one?” She saw them cringe when she said that holy word. “It’s just a fucking tattoo, dad. It’s not like I’m with the one above us” Maria said those words with a big roll of eyes.

  After few words, and after Maria found that she could work at Hell’s Pub, at the Second Circle, she accepted with a condition. “I really need to fuck someone, preferably not an egocentric demon. I need human lust. So when will I be able to travel back to Earth to feed my arousal?” At that moment she saw humor in Lucifer’s eyes. “Baphomet didn’t say that you won’t be able to leave Hell until you’ll marry him? You need a connection with a demon, a full demon like my son to be able to travel between realms.” All the blood from Maria’s face drained and she really thought that she will faint. “But what about my mother? I really need to talk with her.”

  Now she sounded a little desperate, but she knew that Asmodeus will find a solution to her problem. “Easy cupcake. I talked with Elena and gave her a special phone with a direct line to Hell. You’ll be able to call her and she will be able to call you anytime.” When she saw the pink sparkling phone she hugged her father very rough. “Thank you dad. How did you know that I love pink? I surely don’t look like a pink person.” He chuckled at the vision of her daughter in a pink dress. “Baby girl, let’s just say that I followed you too, not only King Lucifer.”

  After another set of questions from Lucifer and demands that she would marry his son, Maria and her father went back at home. She really needed to see her room, since she left her things in the lobby.

  CHAPTER 4

  After dinner, Maria and her father went home. It had been a long day and she was very tired. Until she saw her bedroom. It was huge, with a big four poster bed, the windows were from floor to ceiling and she had a piano in the corner. When Maria opened the first door, she saw a huge bathroom, with a Victorian-style bathtub and a modern shower. Of course there was marble everywhere. The next room was a huge walk in closet which made her squeal, especially when she saw that her things were placed in there. She saw three new dresses, five pairs of pants and many blouses. Sexy blouses, few punk rock, few very girly.

  At least her room wasn’t pink. It was a nice beige which made it look bigger. In another corner was a desk with a brand new laptop. Wait a minute. There is internet connection in Hell? Well, if it was, she could update her Facebook status soon enough. Maybe she will find Baphomet there. This thought made her giggle like a lunatic.

  After checking her mail and social life, Maria went to sleep with hope that she won’t dream again of Baphomet.

  ****

  Kissing along my neck, he cups my breasts and tries to make me come like this. No! I don’t want to come like this! He places his tongue on my nipple. I scream and arch my back. He makes a low sexy groan in the back of his throat while he fills me and begins to move slowly, his pace growing with each thrust. And boy, he knows his moves. He begins to pump hard into me. Faster. Harder. He puts his thumb on my clitoris and begins to push it. Oh my. I am building. He whispers in my ear “Please, come” and I come. Hard. Crying out his name. “Baphomet!!!”

  ****

  Maria wakes up. Soaked. She groans because she is sure that she screamed in her sleep when her father’s head pokes behind the door. “Are you okay? I heard you scream. What happened?” Maria whipped her head to the door. “It’s ok dad. I had a dream. A nasty one.” She smiles weakly at Asmodeus and he goes back in his room.

  With a groan she turns in her bed and began to curse Baphomet for entering in her life and dreams.

  The next day is brighter, if Hell could be bright and shiny. Today Maria is meeting with her sisters. She was wondering why the hell they are fucking Baphomet if each of them is married to a Hell’s Prince. I might not be an expert in relationships, but still. So at lunch she met with her sisters and brothers-in-law. She felt a little
different and not because of the tattoos, but because her sisters were dressed like triplets with satin dresses which hung on their bony hips until they were touching the land and some nude sandals. Maria was dressed in black jeans, a white cotton t-shirt and had white flats on her feet. She was simple, but presentable, and she was hoping that her father won’t make her wear those creepy things too.

  She was introduced to her sisters, Irina being the oldest in her 40s. She was wearing a mint satin dress, her hair was up in a ballerina bun and she had some chandelier earring, which were kitsch. She had way too big breasts, round face, green eyes and little lips and a constant scowl while watching Maria. She was ugly from Maria’s point of view.

  The second sister, Connie, was as ugly as Irina, at 35, she still had acne. Yuk. I bet she has no idea how to clean herself. And the last one, Nadia, who was 30, was a little more cute than beautiful, even if she had little breasts. Maria wondered how the hell Baphomet liked them. She sensed that he was a good lover, and she put in her mind to ask him what he liked in those creeps. The dinner went very good, they talked most about Maria’s life on Earth, about her job as a bartender, even if she finished college.

  After the dinner, Maria went to the pub on 2 circle because she wanted to apply for a job there. She really needed to work, and didn’t wanted to work in a place too creepy. So she went to the badly branded “Second Circle Pub”, and was amazed to see that it was very popular. The bartenders barely could serve every demon in there. They need me to train them. And she knew that she will be a good boss there. Yeah, her father gave her the manager job. But Maria knew that she won’t stay back too much.

  The pub was very interesting. It had black and red walls, the bar was in a corner, very small, it had a mirror wall and there were few tables placed hazardly. When she entered in the pub, few demons watched her with lust when she walked toward the bar to see what’s happening. She even heard few whistles from her dad’s minions, but they had no idea who she was.

  As she got closer to the bar, she saw that there were only four bartenders, and one was Nadia. Really? Nadia? Let’s see what she can do. “Nadia! I had no idea that you work here. Could you please make me a White Russian? I just love it. And I want to see how you’re doing it.” Maria could see her sister growing pale. “Nadia, are you ok? What happened?” At that moment, Nadia’s cheeks grew pink, and with a trembling voice she said that she had no idea how to do any cocktail. Fuck. This is worse. I don’t want to fire her. “Can I get over to make a cocktail for myself?” Nadia nodded, ashamed that her little sister knew more than her. So Maria got behind the counter and begun to mix coffee liqueur with vodka and cream. When the other demons saw her making a cocktail, they wanted one too.

  “I hope that is okay to serve them some cocktails, right?” And Maria began to make Bloody Mary, Paradise with Brandy, Death in the Afternoons, Margaritas, Mojitos and Martinis for women, and even a Sake bomb for a very pompous demon who was getting on her nerves.

  She made a big show there and all the bartenders watched her amazed and wondering how the hell she knew how to serve everybody and at that speed. Maria got a good feeling doing what she likes, and she knew that soon she will make some changes in this bar. Beginning with the staff. She hated to fire them, but she needed professionals.

  So before going in her room, she went at Asmodeus to ask him if it was okay to fire the bartenders and was stunned to see that he gave her carte blanche with everything, including new staff and redecorating.

  Now that she had the big OK from Asmodeus, Maria was ready to sleep. At least that’s what she intended. Until she met Baphomet in the lobby. “What do you want? I am tired and I want to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for me.” He smiled at her. “I just wanted to congratulate you for being the new manager at ‘Second Circle’. I was actually hoping that you’ll need a new bartender.”

  Maria raised her eyebrows. “And you want me to think that you’re a bartender.” She liked to mock him. A lot. “Why the heck you’d like to work? You have everything.” Baphomet watched her while she was sitting in one of the plush chairs. “I have my reasons.” Actually, I want to be next to you. Baphomet thought.

  Maria also hoped that he wasn’t talking bull. She needed professionals. “Okay. Then tell me the ingredients for Black Russian, and if you know them, you’re hired.” Baphomet watched her stunned. She really asked about an interesting cocktail. “Come on, Maria. It’s easy. 5 units of vodka and 2 units of coffee liqueur on ice rocks.” She was pleased that Baphomet knew about this cocktail, so she hired him.

  Rising from that comfy chair, Maria begun to yawn. “Now, if you excuse me, I need a shower and some sleep. Tomorrow morning I have some bartenders to fire and to make some new renovations there. Good night Baphi.” After a brief kiss on the lips which surprised both, she turned and went to her room.

  After a good sleep, a soothing shower and a brief breakfast with Asmodeus, Maria went straight to ‘Second Circle Pub’ to talk with the staff. They needed a briefing and Maria had to do some interviews for five new bartenders. And she got 30 minions from Asmodeus to redecorate the whole bar until 8 p.m. when they will be reopening. She called Baphomet too, because she needed some help with the interviews.

  After 6 hours, the place looks awesome. It now has white walls with red and black streaks. It makes the place bigger and a little lighter. She bought a pool table and the bar is now huge. It is in the back of the pub, with the counter from wall to wall. The music is blasting, and Maria organized a concert too. Unfortunately she had to fire her sister. She wasn’t good at all at bartending and she hired 5 hot demon women, with nice asses and breasts and amazing bartending skills. And of course there was Baphomet. He was the chief. But she told him “Don’t fuck any bartender. If I hear that, I’ll cut your balls off.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Honestly, Baphomet couldn’t understand this woman. She wanted him, but she didn’t. It was unnerving and tiring, but he wanted her. More than anything. He would even give up all other women to be with her. Maybe running this pub will get them together. He even declined Irina’s advances last night. She is so nymphomaniac. He really needs to have a talk with his brothers to keep their women sated. He won’t do that again. He had Maria and he only needed her.

  After last night’s brief kiss, he was thinking of her. He even searched for her on Facebook. And when he saw her profile, he was amazed to see that she changed her location to Hell, she was beautiful in her profile picture. Was he falling in love with her? He had no idea what that feeling was, but he needed her next to him soon. I bet that dad would laugh at me. He would call me a pussy because I am waiting for Maria but I am not making my move.

  ****

  “Hey!! Daydreamer!! Wake the fuck up!!” Maria was sitting in front of Baphomet, with her hands on her hips, glaring at him and shooting daggers with her eyes. “Come on. The bar needs stocking. In 4 hours this place will be full. Our fathers will be coming tonight too!” Maria made a face at Baphomet, hoping that will lighten the mood a little.

  She liked him. But she was doing business with him now and needed his help.

  “Sorry, Mistress.” Baphomet made a face at Maria, showing her that he got her little game. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Well, try to sweep a little around here. It’s filthy from all the boxes.” Getting the broom from the corner of the bar, Baphomet looked at Maria. “Okay Mistress. Anything else?” Tonight, Baphi was playful and Maria liked that. “Nah. That’s all. With that we can open up the pub. I just hope that everyone will love it.”

  She really needed this. She loved bartending, she loved this life and she wanted to show to her father that she really could make it work better than being Baphomet’s wife. Even if she liked him enough to have sex with him. At that thought, Maria felt her pussy tighten. I really need some sex.

  The reopening was a huge success. Maria couldn’t believe that it was so full and she needed to help her staff at the bar. And of course every time she
brushed Baphomet, she felt that pull from him, but chose to ignore it and concentrate on the task at hand.

  The night went great, and Maria was so tired, that she really could use Baphomet’s phazing. Maybe that’s why she asked him to carry her home.

  “I really like how everything went this evening.” Maria’s voice was like a whisper. Her warm breath tickled Baphomet’s neck and made him shiver. She really gets under his skin. “Yeah, it was quite awesome. You did a great job redecorating. Congratulations, boss.” The compliment made Maria giggle. “Oh stop with the ‘boss’ crap. I am not the boss. I am just like you, that’s why I decided to be at the bar too. I’ll take care of the papers in my spare time.” She looked at Baphomet with a serious glare. She could kiss him now if he would tip down his face. But no, she needed to keep professional. She liked him, wanted him even. Well, this thing will wait a little more. At least after she saw that the pub was ok. The lights were enhancing his profile features. He really was a gorgeous man. He had a square jaw, a straight nose, strong cheekbones, thick, but shaped eyebrows, a little stubble which made him look very manly. He really was something, if he had a tattoo, he would be hotter.

  “Baphi…” she tried to make him look at her. “Would you like a tattoo? I have a tattoo machine at home.” He looked at her with a surprised look in his face, but his eyes softened, like he was thinking at something nice at that moment. “Wow. I had no idea that you’re a tattoo artist. You really are a surprising woman, princess.” She looked at Baphomet with horror. “Have you just called me princess?” Baphomet was amused at that epithet and even if he was trying to hide his amusement, Maria could see that he was laughing at her. “Why the hell would you call me a princess? I am no princess. My dad isn’t a king or something like that. You’re a prince, I am just a lust demi-demon.”