I stand to meet her. “Perhaps I have been too gentle with you,” I reach for her chin. “What with your–”
She swats my hand away. “Beg,” she bites. “Or you can kiss this plane goodbye. I’ll get back at Arthur le Fay on my own. Just like how I summoned you on my own.”
Know your place,the voice in my head prompts me, but I know if I say that to her, it could very well be the end of things. I’m not ready to go back to Hell–have no desire to be questioned about my time here, to dance around the fact that one witch with a vendetta I didn’t fulfill was my arbiter.
So I lower myself to my knees, pressing my chin to my chest, averting my eyes. Once I am settled on the floor, I look up at her, looking for that little smile of hers. To my dismay, her lips are in a hard line, eyes dull and bored.
“To present myself like this before you is a great shame,” I tell her.
“Are you going to cry about it?”
I scoff. “Devils don't cry.”
“They aren’t supposed to apologize either. Guess that makes you special.” Her hand rests under my chin, lifting my head so my neck is completely exposed. “Do you want to be special, Prince?”
I swallow, Minnie no doubt seeing the stone in my throat bob nervously. “I want many things…” I admit. “I want power. I want every corner of the Hells to know my name. And I want my face between your thighs.”
“I’ll say it again.” Her voice is a slow drawl. “Beg, Prince.”
“Forgive me, Minnie.” My voice strains. “I want to stay here–with you.”
She starts playing with her curls, twisting strands around her fingers, paying more attention to her mindless act than to me. “Except you won’t form a contract with me. You refuse me.”
“I don’t think you need me. You’re powerful enough as is.” She looks at me then, a coil of hair still wrapped tightly around her finger, and I tell her, “Anyone who can’t see your power is a fool, lying to themselves for their own ego. You’re smart, cunning, and ruthless when you desire it.” I inch toward her, still on my knees. “You’re intoxicating… and so beautiful.”
She scoffs.
“I cannot even imagine a being that could rival you,” I continue. “I want to watch your eyes roll back as I pleasure you. I want to feel the curves of your body.”
“I’ve heard all this from guys who reek of cheap liquor at the club. Try again.”
I bite my cheek before backtracking. “You’re right. You could take care of Arthur le Fay by yourself. But I want to see you ruin him. What a pleasure it would be to watch him fall, as so many empires do. To stand beside you in the ashes. Please, Minnie.” I bow my head, looking only at her feet. “Let me stay.”
The room is still, like time has stopped. The torture ends when Minnie strokes my crown. “Could be better, but we’ll work on it.”
I glance up at her, my face still angled to the floor. “Let me offer you my body.”
“What part of ‘you wanting to sleep with me isn’t all that flattering’ don’t you get?”
I clear my throat. “I know mortal men have never been able to satisfy you.”
She furrows her brow and opens her mouth like she’s about to object but doesn’t speak. Her mouth closes and she purses her lips.
“Tell me your desires, Minnie. Let me be a conduit of your pleasure.”
“What if I want to step on you?”
I bend forward, pressing my forehead against the floor. “Let me be the servant you summoned. Use me.”
Silence. I can’t see Minnie’s face in this position. The anticipation is worse than any punishment she could deal me.
“You won’t know what it is…” she begins, then trails off. I lift my head to look at her, and this somehow convinces her to keep going. “Pegging?”
“If that is your desire, I am open to learning.”
She swallows, her cheeks turning red. “So… I have a toy, and I use it on you. I’d be the one fucking you.”
The words on her tongue make my cock throb.
