Page 52 of Obsession

Me: Anything else? That was sarcasm by the way.

Damion: You will wear a red dress.

Me: Yes, your majesty.

Damion: Glad you finally recognize who’s king around here.

Me: Play your cards right and you might get your king dream.

Damion: I’m hard just thinking about it.

Me: So do something about it.

Damion: I wish I could, but I have an arbitration in a few.

Me: Don’t wish that around the incantation bowl.

Damion: I wish I could teleport you here to me right now. I’d have you on your knees under my desk…

“Sugar pie, you sure you don’t want to borrow something from my erotica collection? Get a few sexting ideas?”

“Will you butt out?” I quickly close the message screen. “I’m running some errands this morning. I need to pick up a few things for Damion’s party.”

“Give him a big ole’ birthday spanking. That’s all a man really wants. That and maybe a good—”

“Bye.”

“Wait, grab me a carton of Pall Malls while you’re out.”

“Okay, but you know I’m not supposed to enable your ‘destructive lifestyle choices.’” Aunt Callie’s words, not mine. As far as I’m concerned, Grandma’s an adult and can make her own decisions.

“Sugar pie, every woman needs a vice in her life. My vice is I like to smoke a cigarette on my way to gamble.”

“That’s two vices.” Grabbing my purse, I walk three buildings over to Julia’s salon for my appointment.

“Finally,” Julia says by way of greeting. “I was starting to wonder if you had a past life fear of haircuts and you were waiting on Callie to regress you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get off my case. I’m here now.” At my last appointment, Julia found Todd’s sigil hidden on the back of my head, and so the haircut was put on hold.

Julia leads me to the sink and washes my hair and then squeezes it dry with a towel. I walk over to her chair and she drapes a black skull-and-crossbones cape over me. “Your hair’s coming back nicely. You’ve got several inches of growth,” she says as she lightly touches the once bald spot where Todd secretly branded me. Luckily, I have a thick head of hair and it was never noticeable.

“You tell me I have another secret birthmark on the back of my head, I’m out.”

“Now that you mention it…”

“Not funny.”

Her phone buzzes and she grabs it from her station. Reading the message, she lights up from ear to ear.

“That wouldn’t happen to be a certain she-demon?” I tease.

“Look down for me.” I tilt my head down as she begins to snip. “The fabulous thing is we don’t even need a safe word.” Julia’s last sub, Amy, was a lightweight who safe worded too much, which is a big turnoff for a Domme in the BDSM world. Yeah, I still know too much about the subject. “I mean, if things ever got too intense, Sonia could easily stop me.”

“Does her succubus power work on a woman?” I ask, immediately wishing I hadn’t, because that was such a Vivian question.

“No, and I prefer it that way. She’d have the upper hand and I can’t have that.” I consider that statement for a moment. Does Damion have the upper hand? He’d certainly like to think so.

She removes the final clips and makes another round of cuts. “What can I bring to the party?” she asks.

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