So, for Channa to offer me unconditional ownership of her was almost unheard of.

I looked to see that she'd signed the document in blood and that my obviously stunned expression had brought another smile to her lips and a sharp pen to her other hand.

“Why would you do this?" I was a little more than sceptical.

“Because you've shown me I can trust you. I don't know much about trust. I've never heard of anyone who had a succubus in the position you had me only to let her go again. You're either very stupid, in which case it won't be much trouble to outwit a fool, or you're something else. If you're clever and you treat me well then we will be very happy together. I came here tonight to show you that you can trust me." She waggled the pen before my eyes.

“By raping me?" I found a morsel of anger and clung to it.

"Oh come now, I've seen such acts before my sweet Wilfred. I can smell desire and you reek of it when you look upon me. I simply neglected to tell you that I wasn't going to kill you because I Like the taste of fear too. Besides, you made me afraid when you held me captive. Now we're even."

I couldn't really argue with that.

“And if I refuse?" I raised a brow.

"Then I'll finish what I started and round two will be just as enjoyable, if somewhat more final.” She slowly rolled her hips against me in a very dangerous manner.

“Well then, I don't have much of a choice." I reached up and grabbed the pen.

“Now you're seeing things my way." She set the paper on the surface over the back of the seats and I sat up to sign my name.

The stab of the pen as I jabbed it into the back of my forearm stung to all hell. I used the blood that soon poured forth to scribble my signature upon Channa's pact before both the pact and the pen disappeared. A demon's pact was always held by the demon in question.

It had probably vanished to wherever Channa kept such things.

“There, now I'm all yours." She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and rolled her hips again. I felt her slippery lower lips caress my rigid cock.

"So, you have to do anything I say?" I asked.

“Oh yes, my master." She hissed as my hands lowered to grasp her bare round ass and give it a possessive squeeze.

A number of incredibly debauched and carnal images flew through my head at that moment. Unfortunately that was when I saw Olivia's Little black dress resting on the floor and suddenly realised that I'd forgotten something very important.

“Shit, what did you do to the woman I was with?" I scrambled out from beneath Channa and tried to move toward the dress only to trip over my own pants and go face first into the dance floor. It wasn't my finest moment .

The succubus settled her smooth rump onto the seat and spun to let her feet rest on the floor with her legs parted to give me a very distracting view.

"Oh, she's somewhere around here," Channa idly replied before a more intent expression crossed her face.