Page 63 of Demons Dig Donuts

Mr. Heiss grunted. “Oh? And what do you like?”

“Hard fucks with cuddles after.”

“To drink.”

“Coke and Malibu. Or Dr Pepper with Captain Morgan. Heard that if you use the hundred proof, it tastes like a vanilla Coke.”

Mr. Heiss glanced back at Indy. “Why not drink a vanilla Coke then?”

“You are so missing the point.” Indy slipped out of bed and stretched his arms over his head. He smiled big when he saw Mr. Heiss’s gaze linger on his body, and he made sure to arch his ass out. “Since you haven’t figured out how to get this ring off—”

“Yet.”

“Can I at least go get some clean clothes? My toothbrush?”

“Whatever you need, I will provide.” Mr. Heiss took a step toward Indy. “Make a list.”

“Oh really?” Indy licked his lips.

“Is that a problem?”

“Didn’t think you cared, that’s all. Seeing as how you only want to get the ring from me.”

Mr. Heiss took another step forward. “Would you like me to be more cruel? I assure you that it’s no trouble if you’d rather be treated like a dog.”

“Will I get a leash?”

“Do you want one?”

“Woof, woof.”

“Cute.”

“I’m adorable.” Indy shrugged as he helped close the distance between them. “Just saying it’s a little weird.” His brow scrunched. “And kinda fucking confusing.”

“Any other requests aside from alcohol, clothing, and a toothbrush?” Mr. Heiss was now right in front of him.

“What about something exciting to sleep in?” Indy batted his lashes. “I’m thinking… black thigh-high stockings, lace panties, corset. Maybe a little bralette. Gloves. Pearls. Classy but definitely down to fuck on the first date vibes.”

“It sounds like you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Like I have to try.” Indy walked his fingers up Mr. Heiss’s chest. “Would you prefer me in something—” He thought about the feather. “White? Silky? Maybe some marabou?”

“Mmm. Both of those certainly sound like they have their appeal.” Mr. Heiss studied Indy’s fingers thoughtfully and slowly leaned forward. “And you are very beautiful.”

“Yes.” Indy inhaled sharply. “Yes, I am.”

“But how about…” Mr. Heiss tilted his head closer.

The air had become charged with warm energy, Indy’s heart thudded faster, and his lips parted in anticipation of a kiss. Yes, this was happening. Yes, this was stupid and went against all the things he’d told himself not to do earlier, but the only thing that mattered to him right now was getting this demon’s tongue down his throat.

Indy closed his eyes. “Yes?”

“This.”

Indy sighed, expecting a kiss, but—wait, his clothes.

He jerked back, finding his entire outfit had been removed and he was wearing a bright blue furry pajama onesie with a yellow belly. There was a hood of some kind on his head. It didn’t take him long to deduce what character inspired his outfit because his boots had been replaced by fuzzy slippers with plush Sonic the Hedgehog heads.