His Slave, His Mate

Slow and sexy

I looked at the dress and I coudn't shake the feeling that this plan would fail.

"Are you sure that this will work?"

Damien's laughter filled the room as he handed me to dress.

"It will work. They are men and you will be walking around in this little number. It will make them lose their minds. There's no question about it, you just have to use that seductive little smile you shine at me in the bar and everything will be fine."

I looked at him, then back at the dress and then back at him. He was so sure that this plan would work and, for some reason, his faith in my part in this, made me believe in myself and in him at the same time.

"Fine, I'll do my best, but I am not promising you anything. You should make a backup plan or something, when all of this goes into flames."

As those words left my mouth, Damien's gaze settled on my face. There was a lot of emotion in his eyes as he slowly lifted his hand and lifted my face up, so I would be forced to meet his eyes.

" Don't worry, everything will be fine and you will do great. Just relax and release the little s*x kitten you have been hiding. Most important, don't think too much about this and it will all go more smoothly."

I forced a fake smile on my face and showed fake confidence in this plan. We started to discuss each council member, one by one. We made plans for each of them and the ways we will concur each of them. Who has what weaknesses and who will cause the most problems.

"You should be careful around Lucius De Near. He is the youngest of them all and the smartest by far. He is the only one that will likely figure my plan out, but I am not sure if he will tell anyone. The truth is that he hates the council. They killed his lover after it was revealed of her true origins. She was half fairy, half demon. Demons mixing with any species is forbidden in the fairy world and when the rumours were investigated, his lover was executed. I am not sure why they let him on the council, he isn't there to help them, but more like ruin it all as fast as he can. ."

After an hour of making plans and discussing details, we were finished and Damian sent me to get ready.

The good thing was that this time I had time to take a full shower. I started with my hair. Slowly washing and massaging it. Feeling a lot lighter and maybe even a bit more energetic. Water was calming nerves that were on the edge right now.

I then moved to washing my body. Damien provided badwash and other toiletries, and they were way more highend then the ones I ever used. It made my skin smell so nice and it felt so nice to touch, that I couldn't help myself. I started touching myself, but in my mind it wasn't me who was touching my breast right now... no, it was Damien.

Fuck!

I pushed those dammed thoughts out of my mind and rushed out of the shower.

I slowly walked to the sink and the mirror. Happy to find another bag that Damien left for me. In this one there was make-up. Most of the brand names I couldn't pronounce and that told me that they were fancy and expensive.

I knew that taking care of my hair wasn't a priority, but I still did it. It made me feel whole and more confident. So I spent a few minutes taking care of it.

Fuck, the s**t he gave me to use was good. My hair never looked this good. Purple locks were falling over my shoulder in beautiful waves.

Happy with the way it looked, I moved to doing my make-up.

Well, as my skills in this area were limited, I decided on wearing my usual black liner and bright red lip. It gave me the s*x kitten look that I was aiming for. I contemplated how to charm my hair, but I settled on loose dark waves. It will give the s*x appeal I am aiming for while complimenting my purple eyes.

I looked at the finished product and was sure that there were things that I could tweak, but I had no time for it. So I forced myself to leave the bathroom and face the next challenge - the dress. I walked to it, lying there on the bed where I left it. The fabric was shining under the florescent light.

At first I thought that it was a little trashy and more fit in a club, then an office, but as I looked closer I saw that it was quite classy in a very sexy way. It wasn't as short as I first thought, but it will still be skin tight, with a deep V.

I forced myself to move, because I had to hurry, they would be here soon and I was still standing here naked. I am sure that if I do not hurry, Damien will go looking for me and prancing around naked wasn't in plan for today.

So, while taking a deep breath, I pulled the dress off the hanger and pulled it on. The expensive fabrics glided over my naked skin. It felt like a soft caress on my naked skin. I felt it slide into place and hug each and every one of my curves.

Slowly, I made my way to the mirror and stared at myself.

The dress was a dream.

Making me look like a curvy siren, ready to seduce whoever I will come in contact with.

I checked myself out in the mirror, very happy with the final product.

I just hope that Damien will be just as happy.

Not wasting any more time I rushed to the ground floor. I quickly searched for Damien and found him in his study.

He was nursing a glass of what I think was either vine or blood... maybe both?

He turned to look at me, the moment I stepped into the room. I could feel his eyes slowly drinking me in. Heat started to rise to my cheeks as his eyes stopped somewhere in my middle.

"Just as I guessed... this dress suits you. You will drive all men crazy today..."

The last words were only a whisper. For some reason, his reaction didn't make me feel any calmer, so I walked to the back cabinet and poured myself a shot of whisky, probably another hundred-year-old one. And I chugged it in one swallow.

As the hot liquid traveled down my throat as the security system informed us that our guests were at the front gate.

So the first mission is starting.