Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Damien had liked Macy's instinctive obedience and was pleased when she sat immediately at his command. He'd like to see that response after a much lewder order, but he knew that getting to that level of submission was going to require a lot of training and re-education for the haughty brunette . She at least respected power, which was a good start, although no doubt she was more pliable right now out of shock at the unexpected turn of events and her first meeting with the strange man who now controlled the company. While Macy liked her praise, Damien could sense she didn't like his criticism. She tried her best to hide it, but the tightening of her lips and fixed expression on her eyes betrayed her. Her posture stiffened as well, like she was fighting against an instinct to argue with him. Even if he hadn't seen the clues, he could feel her emotions flaring through the amulet under his shirt. That sparkling blue crystal held her mortal soul and this close to his own skin it was like having a window into her heart. And what an angry, vain and prideful heart it was right now. My, my he'd touched a nerve with his honest feedback. Clearly the talented and ambitious Macy Hill had major hang-ups around gender roles, sexuality and her own femininity. As hot as she looked, and he could tell she guiltily enjoyed the confidence the makeover gave her, there was still this sense of embarrassment and disdain for her new fashionable appearance. Like she was somehow dangerously close to becoming one of the slutty harlots she had grown to despise. Once she knew what being a slut was truly like, perhaps she'd have a different opinion on the matter. In any event, Damien enjoyed Macy's dark emotions. For him, pride, anger and vanity were sweet to drink in, giving him joy like a mortal might feel from the spillover of another person's contagious happiness. The demon was half-tempted to fan Macy's entitlement and hubris even higher with another round of compliments and gloved insults, stoking her to the point where she might even say something to her very powerful, confident and aggressive CEO that she might even regret. But, he was eager to get to the next step. Unveiling the truth of the bargain and watching a mortal realize the enormity of their mistake was always a fun event. Would she not realize the implications, like Faust had? Or perhaps beg to get out of it, like Joplin? Maybe she'd embrace it willingly and with a laugh, ambition overwhelming any concern about the afterlife, like Cobain? Even the way Macy took the news of her promotion made Damien smile. A woman less full of herself might scream in joy, overwhelmed at her good fortune. Instead, this ungrateful little bitch was already sulking at getting a topic she thought wasn't high brow enough for her skills. Her thanks was so nonchalent that one might think Damien had given her a Starbucks gift card instead of a massive raise and career launching job opportunity! That surprised and pissed Damien off slightly, not that he cared about being thanked, he was more annoyed that he had so greatly underestimated how full of herself Macy was. He wasn't pissed, however, about the subtle enmity he was already feeling from her towards himself. She resented his power, even when he was using it to help her, and her stuck up mind was trying to find ways to cut him down to even out the dynamic. Was no one better than Macy in her mind? She was going to need a big attitude adjustment and Damien was looking forward to giving it to her, if she proved wise enough to accept that route. She was ready to go, no doubt planning a spiteful victory lap around the office that would leave her co-workers newly amazed at her ego. Damien let her get up and almost make it to the door before he grabbed a thick stack of papers from his desk and idly ruffled through them. Oh, wait Macy! One more thing. We should talk about the contract you signed yesterday, Damien said casually. As she turned to look at him, he took his sunglasses off and let his coal black eyes come out, the violet flecks shimmering brightly as his grin became suddenly evil. There is the matter of payment to discuss as I think it's meeting your expectations, wouldn't you say, mon ange ?