Page 47 of Caressed By Sin
“I still like to keep them with me.” I walked over to my red dress.
“No. You’re not wearing that.” Azar waved his hand. The dress rushed several feet away as if it were caught up in a gust of wind.
I held my hands out. “Why did you do that?”
“We must wear black leather tonight.”
“Is that due to your love of leather?”
“All demons love it and we’ll be around many demons tonight. You must look the part.” Azar snapped his fingers.
The air sparked around my half-naked body. Long leather straps materialized out of thin air and began to slide around my body. The air warmed and filled with the scent of oiled leather. The straps slipped and slid along me like snakes, making soft swooshing sounds. Their movement tickled me a little. I had to stifle a chuckle a few times as I gazed down and watched in wonder.
Then, the straps began to form into a sexy dress that left little to the imagination. Once they figured out their shape, they melted together, merging into one.
I gazed down at the dress. It was tight and accentuated my curves. The black leather also hugged my breasts. The bottom stopped mid-thigh, revealing my toned legs.
“O-kay.” I went to my suitcase and pulled out my black and silver stilettos. “So, we will be around a lot of demons?”
“Yes.”
My nerves flared. “Who is your contact?”
“His name is Ferkos.” Leather appeared and formed around Azar’s muscular thighs. Some of it rustled at his sides. “Ferkos is another incubus demon, but from Hungary.”
I put on the stilettos. “So he’s just like you?”
A booming laugh left him.
I quirked my brows. “What?”
“He is nothing like me.” Leather rose up to his groin, hiding his cock in the smooth black material. “In his country of Hungary, he is called aliderc.”
“What does that mean in Hungarian?”
“Nightmare.”
I paused. “Should I be worried?”
“You should remain close to me.” He perused the new leather pants. “And you must remember two rules.”
“What are the rules?”
“First, you’re not an incubus hunter this evening.”
I leaned my head to the side. “Then, what am I?”
“My sex slave.” He flicked his fingers. A sparkling diamond choker appeared around my neck. The cold gems weighed heavily on my skin. There must have been thirty huge diamonds surrounding my neck.
A platinum leash was attached to the choker and was five feet long.
Azar held the other end.
My heart raced. “I am not your captive, Azar.”
“You are tonight, and be sure to keep those caps over your fangs. Demons all over the world have heard of you and you smell delicious and sweet like a fairy, but with hints of other fragrances that will confuse many of what you really are. That fact and those caps will keep you safe.”
I placed my hand next to the garter under my dress.
