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“You truly are a different person like this, beautiful one,” he says.
That he keeps noticing that ruins it a little. “Yeah, well, I’m being Mattie.”
“You are not like the real Mattie.”
“I suppose not. It’s just a persona I invented. No one could really say how she talked or acted or… well, I guess you could.”
“Yes.” Odai smiles, a literal time capsule at my disposal. “But I like you and your persona better.”
I am instantly back to being just Jeffrey, feeling my cheeks flush with some of that old worry surfacing that someone who thinks they like me will eventually realize how boring I am.
Down the tunnel, I see Cas peeking at us from the gift shop with that same smug smile as this morning. I flip her a quick bird that makes her laugh before I pull Odai out of sight behind the incubus wall—which is really weird to think when there is a literal incubus wall, and I am currently with said incubus.
The amulet is heavy, but in that comforting way of favorite jewelry that you want to remember you’re wearing, so I decided I’d keep it on for tours. I switched to a purple corset to match it. Which means I also match Odai, whether in his conjured outfit or if he was back to looking like the gargoyle he really is.
Back here, in even dimmer lighting than the alcove where we met, it feels surreal to have someone so beautiful gently brush the hair back from draping over my shoulder.
“M-may I ask… what the real Mattie was like?” It feels almost mean, because she chained him up, threw him away when she was done with him like he was nothing more than a slave, but after I say it, whatever sadness I expect to see cross Odai’s face doesn’t surface.
“She was driven,” he says. “Not unkind but direct and uncompromising. She knew what she wanted and did not hesitate to ask for it.” He brushes back the other side of my hair, leaving my shoulders bare for his hands to rest on them. It feels like he wants something but is waiting for me to ask.
“Do you, um, have a preference for mistress versus master?” I ask instead.
Odai is so close, and the tunnel is cramped. I can smell the jasmine and incense that hangs on him like a hypnotizing haze. “If you are asking if I prefer Mattie over you, we have yet to fully realize much of a contractual relationship. But I was never with Mattie sexually.”
“You weren’t?”
“Mattie was a businesswoman. Our business together had different boundaries than those with her patrons.”
“But I thought you needed to feed that way as much as from granting wishes.”
“I do.” Odai’s hands move up my neck, bypassing the chain of the amulet as if it is inconsequential compared to touching me. “I became one of her tailors or was sometimes a client for others as a boon when they pleased her.”
“T-tailors? I knew Mattie employed men, but they didn’t all dress as women? Or did you…?” The idea of Odai dressed as I am isn’t at all a deterrent. He knows exactly what he is doing when he teases his fingers beneath my chin, tilting my head up to keep me from looking away. Then he digs his fingers into my hair to hold my head.
I want him to hold me like this while he’s feeding me his cock, and the flash of that image makes me wet my lips.
“I did dress that way a handful of times,” Odai says, “but usually not. Mattie had all kinds, and we serviced all kinds. In some ways it was the easiest service compared to my other owners. To be fed every night, sometimes multiple times a day, with carnal attention was… very fulfilling for me. But if you do not desire me, Jeffrey, as Mattie did not, I can seek such nourishment elsewhere.”
“No.” My voice cracks as I say it. I’m sweating and hard, and all he is doing is massaging the back of my skull.
“You don’t like to share, I take it?”
The thought of anyone else touching him makes me want to wish right that moment that he never be with anyone else, ever, but that’s a master’s possessive thinking, and I still don’t know if we can be anything else to each other. “You do enjoy it, right? I need to be sure you’re not my… slave.” I trip on the word and wrinkle my nose. “You are so sexy, and I keep thinking about being with you again, but it would be awful if you didn’t really want to be with me.”
Odai moves one hand forward to cup my cheek. It’s not seduction in his eyes, but something… happy that makes my pulse stutter. “I assure you, my desire for you specifically, Jeffrey, not only because I need such fulfillment, and not only because you bear my amulet, is very real. And I am not your slave, because you are not treating me as one.”
The relief I feel hearing that is like a flood of heat behind my eyes. “I wish…”
Odai’s chest heaves in anticipation.
“…for you to tell me what you want right now.”
He smiles. “I would like to taste you again, Jeffrey, to pleasure you, right here, before you are called from my side. May I?”
“Yes.”
Odai kisses me and… we didn’t do that before. We didn’t kiss. He had me deep throated, milking the best orgasm of my life out of me, and we never kissed.
