Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Two

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That bitch.

Once I had my hands on her, I was going to throw her over my knee and spank her until she begged me to stop. Even then, I would continue, until her ass was as red as a tomato and layers of tears dried over her porcelain cheeks.

No one rejects me. Luxinia Steele will see me, even if I have to tie her up and keep her hanging upside down. She was a succubus. She was supposed to respect the people above her, aka Incubi. Luxinia was known for disrespecting everyone, which is why they sent me. There were matters to be discussed and treaties to be assigned. If I and my people were flooding the area, control needed to be established.

I owned her. If I wanted to see her, I would see her. Not be rejected by her assistant. Who did she think I was? Bitch. "Does she know who I am?"

"Yes, Mr. Drake. She's a very busy woman. I apologize. If you make an appointment, she will be sure to see you as soon as possible," Ms. Jameson replied, pushing her glasses up.

I stood up, looming over the small woman. I grabbed her arm and pulled her close. "No, no. I don't think you understand. Does she know what I am? Let her know that I will not tolerate her insolent behavior. These childish games will immediately be put out. Even, if I personally  have to send the message."

Jameson nodded quickly. Her eyes were wide. "Don't worry, you're at the top of the list, sir."

I raised my head and narrowed my eyes at the office door. "Her office is empty, correct?"

"Yes, but no one is permitted to be in there, Sir," Luxinia's assistant explained.

My grip on her arm tightened. I pulled her into the office. The office was big and organized. Her desk, however, was a mess. Stacks of paper were stacked upon each other, coffee cups piled high in the trash bin. Her laptop was thrown haphazardly on her desk. Shoes were under her desk, as well as her purse. This looked like her home. I suppose it was since she was an editor. 

My eyes flitted to the leather couch, it's dark color fitting in perfectly with the style. I shoved Ms. Jameson to the couch. "Since Miss Steele won't obey me with words, maybe actions will speak louder. Strip. Now."

Ms. Jameson stared at me with wide eyes. "Um, sir... "

"I know you know what I am. Your face full of fear gave it away. I suppose Luxinia loves speaking to you about our world. Don't play stupid, human. I'll give you the time of your life. Now strip."

Ms. Jameson slowly pulled her skirt down, hugging her plump full ass. My fingers ached to smack her ass, see her cheeks jiggle with the force of my hand. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Her bra clad breasts all but shot out from the confines of her shirt. I stepped closer. "You, my dear, are a beauty. I won't kill you, I'm not that cruel. This is just a message to her. She fools around with you, correct?" My sex magic pulsed. This woman would be suitable for now, but Luxinia would be the climax.

The woman nodded. Her eyes were wide with fear and curiosity. "What will you do to me?"

"Kneel before the couch," I snapped. Staring at her lace underwear and she bent down. I smirked and walked over to Steele's desk. I searched in her drawers for a black Sharpie. My eyes lifted from my task. I chuckled softly. "My, my. Miss Jameson, do you go for females or males? It seems you're very turned on by this." I snatched the Sharpie out of the drawer.

Jameson made a squeaking sound. "No, sir. I just... haven't been aroused in a while."

"Sit on the couch. Open your legs," I uncapped the marker.

Jameson sat on the couch and open her legs. She was soaked. There was a dark spot on her grey lace underwear. I grinned and grazed my fingernail across her crotch. She moaned softly. Her pussy lips were parted slightly. I pushed aside her underwear. Her bald pussy shined at me, her juices flowing from her opening. I flicked my fingernail across her tightened bud. Her legs twitched. I chuckled and gripped her thigh tightly, pinning it down against the couch. The tip of the marker touched her skin and I wrote a message to Ms. Steele.

Then, I threw the marker away and leaned my head forward. My tongue flicked across Miss Jameson's clit. My cock hardened slightly. I frowned, I wasn't supposed to be hard. My sex energy was supposed to be sated. I suddenly plunged two fingers into this woman's tight cunt.

"Please Mr. Drake, don't. Luxinia will get angered," the human whimpered.

My fingers thrust once more into Jameson's soaked womanhood. I pulled them out, grabbing a handkerchief from my pocket and cleaned my fingers. "That's my point." I stood up and pulled Ms. Jameson up by her collar.  "Show Ms. Steele my message, won't you? Then have her find me."

Jameson nodded and grabbed her clothes. She zipped her skirt up quickly. I raised a brow. "Did I tell you to dress?"

Her eyes traveled to mine. "Um n-no."

"No what?"

"No, sir." Her hand unzipped her skirt.

I shook my head, "Ms, Steele doesn't train you properly, now does she?"

"As I said, Mr. Drake, she hasn't been wanting sexual pleasure lately. At least, not from me," she muttered, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She was in a cloud of lust spewing out all her truth, no thanks to my sex energy. It had a weird effect on humans. Almost like a truth serum while being turned on.

I walked over to the door. "I shall remedy that, then." I stared at the ties near the couch. They were there for a form of style, but I could use them for something even better. I grabbed them and formed a knot. Grabbing the computer chair behind Ms. Steele's desk, I wheeled it to the front of the room.

"Jameson, sit here. Open your legs," I commanded.

She walked over and sat down, her luscious legs opening wide. I grabbed her leg and tied it to the arm of the chair. I did the same to the other. I pulled the rope over her head and knotted her wrists together. Her arms were over the chair, stretching her body out. I turned and admired my handiwork. I smirked. "Perfect."

Jameson moaned softly. She was turned on, alright. I approached the desk again and searched for something thick. "What's your first name?"

"Kimi," The timid response squeaked out.

I sighed.  "Does Luxinia keep any toys around here? Specifically a vibrator? I know most succubi do keep something like that handy."

"Bottom left. False bottom," Kimi whispered.

I pulled the drawer open and whistled. Lifting the false bottom, I saw various types of toys. Ms. Steele was a kinky one indeed. I plucked a pink vibrator from the selection and turned it on. It vibrated softly in my hand. I grinned and walked back to Kimi. Her eyes were wide. "Please no."

"Sorry, but this would probably get Luxinia to answer me rather than put me on a waiting list," I snapped, shoving the vibrator in her sopping cunt. Kimi whimpered in response, trying to hump the air. I grabbed the handkerchief and tied it around her mouth, using it as a gag.

I let out more sex energy, making her hornier than she already was. Her moans filled the office. I smirked. "Goodbye."

I made my way out of the building just as my phone started to ring. I answered it quickly. "Yes?"

"Your company is requested at the council. There's something going on," Blair's voice barked through the phone.

I sighed. These meetings were so troublesome and tedious. There was no reason why I needed to be there. "I will not attend." Useless discussions about cambions was not how I wanted to spend my Thursday night. I could be teaching my little Mynx to obey my every word instead. Luxinia Steele would be under my control.

"Oh, you will attend. Your little target will be there."

"Will she? For what?"

"She's under suspicion of her powers coming in."

"Very well then. I shall save my damsel in distress."