The Red Wing Mansion

The Pearl Wing Mansion : Chapter Ten

Alix's POV

When Claudius said he was taking us to a private cabin – it really was a small miniature getaway. It was a single room with a closed off bathroom. It was nestled away high up in the mountains and we had to park down the slope then walk-up steep steps to reach the cabin.

When inside, you could see the town of Clue spread out below, everything was tiny.

It was still daytime, but we have the whole day and night to figure out this... situation.

Fontaine has put his coat up and taken off his checkered scarf, placing it on the coffee table as he sits back on a grey plush couch, facing the window and the views.

I turn so my back isn't to the sex demon who didn't want to wait any longer.

"I've tried so long to keep you pure," Fontaine drawls over at me, "This time round – you got lucky."

"First time we met, I had my... experiences already. Those experiences made me susceptible to your supernatural charm, you could make me melt... but you still do... Claudius, because I remember that other Alix and all our encounters at the Red Wing," I look him over, and he doesn't look nervous. In fact he's smirking quite arrogantly now, leaning his arm over the back of the couch, tilting his head and letting his eyes roll over me, "What the hell are you thinking, Sir?" I ask while I clasp my hands behind my back.

"I'm thinking do you ever learn, or do I never learn," Claudius shakes his head, "Would you give me everything if the Dominant asked you to, Alix?"

"It depends who's asking," I whisper, "The demon – or you."

"We're the same," Claudius loses his smile as he admits this, "I became a demon when I submitted to sin. Now answer my question."

"Would I... give you... everything..." I repeat it slowly and carefully, as I slowly sit myself down on the carpet, bending my knees and the red dress, "If the Dominant asked – what does that statement mean to you exactly? Are you asking if I'm roleplaying submission, or if I... truly submit?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking," Claudius shows a rarer form of patience, considering I'm tip-toeing around the truth, "Would you?"

I admit only this, "I know the answer... but I'm not telling."

"Forever a 21st century brat," Claudius looks away, "I'll take that as a no," he goes into his head, thinking deep – looking at the painting on the wall of a peacock. Fontaine to me was always in control, and for the first time, he looks completely out of it.

Not the crazy kind of out of it.

But out of control with a woman. Me.

I think about it – the only reason he is so conflicted is he really wants to spare me the consequences of his demonic touch. But he's also being punished, because a man needs the touch of his lover. Was I being punished? No. Not technically. In fact, I had all the control now. Every ounce of it.

No wonder Claudius asked that question.

I just didn't want to say yes, because... it's just a stupid word.

I look at the kitchen, I see the kitchen knives in the block – and every single fibre of my being is repulsed by the idea of murder. Even if it was to save him from the corruption of his sinful incubus ways. I loved him. The sinful him. Didn't that make me... a bad person?

But... it was exactly what I felt. I couldn't lie about my feelings.

My memories from my other life, being a succubus – despite the brutal way he Turned me – I loved that side of me too.