As for my demon, Vazul continued to bitch and moan about my efforts to make him my business partner. As I had previously promised myself, I wouldn’t force his hand, but I would shamelessly continue to push him towards it. At least, he stopped complaining about me putting him officially on the payroll and giving him a very comfortable salary.
As much as he enjoyed having the funds to take me to all the human entertainment venues, he still struggled with the idea that I was the one paying his salary. It wasn’t through some misplaced sense of misogyny. It just bothered him that he would technically be spoiling me with my own money.
“First of all, it’s notmymoney, it’s mycompany’smoney paying you,” I said teasingly. “And if you were a partner, it would beourcompany’s money. So…”
He made a face at me and muttered something unintelligible.
“Grumble and mumble all you want,” I said in a taunting singsong voice. “Sooner or later, you know you will cave in. And if you don’t, then so be it. Maybe I’ll just have to ask that sexy accountant Frederick who seemed quite eager to help me grow my business.”
Before I even finished my sentence, Vazul summoned one of his fiery tentacles, wrapped it around my waist, and yanked me to him with an angry look on his face. I chuckled shamelessly as I crashed against him. He held me with a possessiveness that had me tingling in all the right places even as he glared.
“If that wretch comes anywhere near you, I will drain him, reduce him to cinders, and use his ashes as decorative elements for your next miniatures. That shall be his contribution to helping grow your business,” he hissed.
“You’re so sexy when you’re jealous,” I purred, shamelessly batting my eyelashes at him.
“I do not share what’s mine,” he growled, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine. “Maybe I should remind you why no partner will ever be better for you than me.”
“Hmmm, maybe you should. With all the orders we had to fill lately, my memory of your non-crafting related skills is starting to get a little blurry,” I said with a pout, my index finger tracing the areola of his right nipple.
The predatory smile that stretched his lips instantly had my stomach do a couple of backflips. He glanced to my right at a dresser we had been putting the finishing touches on. Full-scale furniture with embedded miniature elements had become our main business. The ones with interactive inserts or with magic-fueled animations were all the rage. And this one would be no exception.
“This dresser looks sturdy enough now. Maybe we should test it to make sure,” Vazul said in a suggestive tone.
“Absolutely not!” I exclaimed, shocked. “No funny business on the merchandise!”
He scrunched his face and looked at me as if I was the biggest party pooper. “We’ve tested every other surface in the house already,” he whined.
“Then get creative with new ways to use them,” I said with a shrug. “After all, aren’t Lidercs better sex demons than Incubi?”
“We are!” he said, sounding a bit offended.
“Then prove it!”
“Gladly!”
“Hold up! But not with anything funky this time. Let’s see how good you can make vanilla,” I said with a dare in my voice, expecting him to throw a fit.
To my shock, he narrowed his eyes at me, and a slow smile stretched his plush lips.
“Challenge accepted,” Vazul said with a rumbling voice.
My demon picked me up and carried me like a bride instead of chest to chest with my arms and legs wrapped around him, like he normally did. A part of me felt cheated as we usually kissed all the way to wherever we would get down and dirty. Feeling his shaft hardening against my stomach as he carried me also was a cherished part of our foreplay. And yet, there was something possessive and romantic in the way he held me, almost like a treasured prize he was bringing back to his lair.
Except, I was already feeling too turned on to casually wait for us to reach our destination. I couldn’t say when I became such a sex-starved maniac, but I wholeheartedly embraced that new me with my ‘man.’
I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his neck, nibbling on it as my hand roamed over his tight abdominal muscles. His chest vibrated with a rumbling sound while his stomach contracted under my touch.
A part of me regretted issuing that challenge. It wasn’t because I wished we would do one of those wild and unbridled scenarios he’d been delighting me with. I was in fact in the mood for something a bit more traditional, if that word made sense. But he would deem it as the signal that I wanted him to take over. Being naturally dominant, Vazul always tried to take control of our tumbles. But this time, I wanted to have my way with him a bit before relinquishing the reins.
I couldn’t tell how many of those thoughts my demon was figuring out by reading my emotions. He couldn’t read minds like that, but he could glimpse still pictures of things we conjured up in our heads, that we’d seen, or that we were focusing on. That was how he always knew exactly what my vision was for one of my pieces of furniture or miniature.
I peered at him, and his red eyes stared at me with an intensity that left me feeling bare. His face was unreadable but for a discreet smirk that seemed to promise both hell and paradise.
Vazul entered our bedroom and carefully placed me on the bed. I kicked off my shoes as he got onto the mattress and crawled over me. Before he was able to lay on top of me, I pushed his left shoulder, forcing him onto his back, then climbed on him.
“I want to do naughty things to you,” I whispered, my palms resting on his shoulders, pinning him to the bed.
“By all means, Mistress. I’m yours to do with as you please… for now,” he replied in a deep voice, the glow in his red eyes intensifying.
