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to slow down, I sort of made you forget all that.
Now we need to get up to speed, so it's traffic lights, okay? And we can always
try the gag again."
    Livvy was darned sure
she was the color of the walls, and they were pale grey. That was something she
hadn't remembered. "Er no, thank you. Red then."
    He laughed. "Oh
Livvy-love, you're so transparent. How can you call red when your cream coats
your legs and you're so wet you want to make yourself come? Oh, and you're not
to do that, unless I say so. Accept it."
    Sael waited until at
last she gave a brief nod. Then he smiled, damn him. He knew she'd do as she
agreed.
    "Thank you, pet.
To continue then this has worked for all time. We are born, lead Saffaulian
lives, learn our history and our future. Always,
humans are given the choice between good and bad. Most choose good, and this
caused problems." His eyes darkened, and Livvy could see how troubled he
was.
    She almost leaned
over and kissed him. Almost. "Carry on."
    "The Inner
Devils rebelled. Left Saffaul and began to do The Devil's work here on Earth,
and for more time than any human could comprehend, there was war between the
Inner Devils and the Devils Within. Yes I know it sounds complicated. That's
half the problem. When some people choose, they get our names mixed up. The
Inner Devils wanted to use their souls for evil, while we wanted to protect
ours. For we , you understand, do not make pacts with
The Devil. We bring peace of mind, happiness, and sexual satiation. If allowed.
The downside is that to allow us to live in the body that belongs to us, the owner
of that body has to totally and utterly give themselves to their Devil. Knowingly. If they refuse, after it has been offered to that
person openly, with all facets explained, it gives an Inner Devil a chance to
take over and rule. Which is so not good news, believe me!"
    No, and
neither is his stupid thought that my body belongs to him. And
as for coming in my ass? He can bugger off, not in. What? Never, ever, ever. Not there.
    "Oh, yes, there.
You have such a sweet ass, perfect for me, and you love that sweet sting. Your
cries of arousal are perfect. However, that's for later. Oh, yes, it is."
    He stopped her with
an imperative wave of his hand, as she was about to rush into speech. She shut
her mouth and glared at him.
    "You might need
to temper those icy stares a bit. No one will believe I'm all and everything to
you, if you keep freezing me out like that. However, when you remember your
sweet subservient 'yes, Sirs' it’s a start. Saffaul demands instant obedience.
I'm not quite so dictatorial, although, I confess, I can have my moments.
However, when it comes to sex, I am in charge."
    Livvy stayed silent.
It was either that or commit major, painful violence.
He seemed to interpret her silence as agreement. "Good girl."
    Patronizing
git. She still stayed silent, though.
    As he'd talked, he'd
paced the room. Now, he nodded and sat down in a seat near—but not too near, fortunately—her.
When she'd decorated this room, she hadn't realized just how erotic it could
be. The swirls of grey, mauve, and silver in the curtains shimmered in a rich,
silky splendor. The cushions were big and squashy, perfect to sit, or put your
head on. The carpet, thick and soft, invited you to stretch out on it. The bed
had metal ornately carved head and footboards, and the seat, now occupied by
the man from her dreams, was deep, and wide enough for two people to squash
into. Looking at it now, she suddenly thought how perfect the carved arms would
be for tying something, or someone to.
    Where did that come from? With a sinking feeling, Livvy thought that chair seemed designed
with him in mind.
    "So, let me try
to get this straight," she said. "Last year, I somehow unleashed my
Inner Devil?" Humor him. She smiled in what she hoped was a
reassuring, "Oh, I believe all you're saying" manner.
    "No." His
fangs appeared again.
    "No? And put
your fangs away. It's rude to flash in