Chapter 4
SEBASTIAN
But live porn isn’t doing it for me at this particular moment.
Bored, I flip through some other platforms and settle on an explicit vampire movie (fast-forwarding to the good bits).
Yet even though bloodplay usually gets me off, my cock remains soft in my Gucci trousers.
It’s weird and a bit concerning. Perhaps it’s because I’m distracted?
I glance at my phone for the twentieth time; it’s been five and a half hours since I gave Jade my ultimatum, and there’s been zilch from her. I’m beginning to lose hope that I can seal the deal. It was a long shot anyway.
Sighing, I attempt to concentrate as a well-endowed vampire sinks his cock into a servant woman, who’s writhing around naked on red silk sheets.
He bares his fangs and bites her neck as he pumps into her, and she gasps theatrically as blood spurts out.
It’s all laughingly fake, but her bare tits are bouncing around enticingly, and my trousers finally stir.
I do like big-titted women, but medium-sized ones are fine as well.
I wonder what Jade’s look like. She was petite, but rather curvy—
Just as I’m contemplating a rather delicious fantasy of Jade topless in a black G-string, my phone vibrates. Oooh, speak of the she-devil and with mere minutes to spare ...
‘Sebastian Burns. Devil at your service,’ I answer in a smooth, seductive tone that typically turns women’s fannies to molten lava.
There’s a lengthy silence.
‘I know it’s you, Jade,’ I say after the silence becomes strained.
‘Oh.’ There’s another long pause.
‘Look, you don’t have to feel embarrassed about calling me. It happens all the time. It’s natural for people to change their minds after they’ve gone away and thought about it. And it is a big decision. But I hope I can put your mind at ease by saying the hard part’s over.’
I glance down at my swelling crotch. Well, maybe not entirely over ...
Jade clears her throat on the other end of the line with a soft ahem sound, as if she’s picked up on my pun. But my mindless prattle seems to have loosened her tongue at least.
‘It’s just ... I was wondering if there was any kind of workaround available?’
‘Workaround?’ I echo. ‘What do you mean?’
There’s a deep sigh. ‘I mean, I’ve never done it before, and I’m not sure that my first time should be with a devil. I was kind of saving myself, you know, for my husband.’
Now it’s my turn to be silent. What the fuck? This is the twenty-first century, not the eighteenth! But I don’t want her to hang up on me now that I’ve got her interested. I still need sixteen souls to fill my quota for the month.
I pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingertips. ‘Do you have someone in mind, Jade?’
‘Um, no. But I’m sure he’s out there somewhere.’
Yeah, her fantasy Tube guy.
‘Can’t I do something else that doesn’t involve sex? I’m happy to clean your house...’
‘No, I’m afraid not,’ I interject quickly before she starts making up new rules. ‘It’s coitus or nothing. That’s how it works.’
A snigger emits down the line. ‘Coitus? What century are you in?’
‘Well, if you prefer ... doing the bone dance, hiding the sausage, boot knocking, Netflix and chill, shaking the sheets, horizontal refreshment...’
Jade laughs fully. ‘You’re ridiculous.’
I grin. ‘I aim to amuse.’
‘Oh well, it was worth a shot.’ She sounds disappointed. ‘I really do want a better life, and I was willing to sell my soul for it. But I can’t compromise my principles. It’s a pity we can’t just hang out and chat. That would be cool.’
Funnily enough, that does actually sound cool. I get sick of propositioning people for sex and having them reject me. I’m beginning to get an inferiority complex ...
Dammit, I can feel myself weakening. And that’s not going to win me any points with the Prince of Darkness below. This is why I’ve been demoted—I’m too kind-hearted for my own good.
I sigh. ‘Fine, you can give me a back massage. But it has to be at least an hour long.’
Jade squeals loudly in glee, and I wince, holding the phone away from my ear. ‘Thank you so much, Sebastian!’
‘Humph,’ I say but smile a little at her enthusiasm.
‘I should warn you, there’s a catch, though.
I can’t give you the full two-week taster of a new life.
You’ll get a lower-level experience for a week because we’re not sealing the deal.
But that also means you don’t have to sell your soul.
Not yet anyway. It’s more like a try before you buy. ’
‘That’s great! I’ll take it,’ she says breathlessly.
‘You say that now. But don’t blame me if you hate it,’ I caution. ‘I’ve only got so much wiggle room with these things.’
‘I won’t. Thank you, thank you! Anything to have a break from this craphole life.’
‘OK, I’ll send a car for you. Take the lift to the penthouse when you get here. And don’t bring your phone.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because where you’re going, you’re not going to need it.’
‘Riiight.’ I can tell she’s curious already. And she has good reason to be. Jade’s probably thinking a lower-level experience means I’m sending her to a tropical island resort with patchy Wi-Fi. It doesn’t work like that.
After I hang up from her, I snap my fingers and lose the suit.
I sigh and run my hands over my torso, enjoying being unencumbered by human clothes.
After a few light stretches, I snap my fingers again, and a large white bath towel and a bottle of ghost chilli oil appear—I like my massages hot and spicy, and the towel is a courtesy.
I don’t want to scare Jade with my massive erection since she’s an innocent flower when it comes to men.
Lying supine on the California king, I coat my fingers in chilli oil, thinking I might have a wank beforehand since I’m not getting any tonight.
Wow, Jade’s so desperate for a better life, I muse, easing my oily fingers rhythmically up and down my length, enjoying the painful heat as the ghost chilli kicks my erection into high gear. I smile to myself. But she might think differently when she wakes up tomorrow in the Swinging Sixties.