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I'm the one with a fatter ass, by the way.
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"Good." She lifted his chin and planted a kiss on his lips. Her other hand shifted on his leg, inching higher.
β€œIf she’s what? A bitch? No, My mother is…usually quite sweet.” Daimon chuckled and pulled her closer abit, leaving a gentle kiss on her neck. β€œAnd look on the brightside, You can steal my clothes again.”
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"Bullshit." Her hand grabbed at him, fingers squeezing his leg lightly. "Is your mom nice? Would be a little... awkward if she's... You know."
β€œI don’t make a mess to begin with.” He gripped her hair abit, giving it a playful yet tough tug. β€œBesides, she’d probably like some kind of company with how busy I tend to be.”
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"I'll take the offer. Doubt your mom lets you keep the place a mess." She leaned into him. Her fingers finding their way to him.
β€œOh I’m sure you will.” Daimon smirked at her, his fingers playing with her hair. β€œSo I take it you’re moving in?”
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"Depends on the desires. I'm not doing half the shit we used to do."
β€œWell Jonesy…Simple stuff.” Daimon slowly wrapped an arm around her. β€œClean up, Help take care of the place and…Sometimes, Fufil my…desires~?” He taunted her.
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She immediately looked away, not wanting to confirm his words. She could barely resist him. "So, what chores am I doing?"
β€œYou like it~.” He nudged her and looked into her eyes… His devilish gaze always full of sin. No doubt he was thinking about something… No doubt something involving her.
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"God. You're irredeemable." But her expression wasn't one of disgust. "That's probably why I keep letting you back in."
β€œMaking sure the skirt is way to short so I can watch your fat ass jiggle on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor.” His mother would certainly not approve of her son’s actions… But he thought it would be funny nonetheless. β€œAnd we’ll have plenty of time for fucking~.”
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"Fuck you!" She walked over to where he was and plopped herself down beside him. No point fixing a shithole.
β€œWell, Her son turned out to really enjoy…some sins.” He looked Jessica over…she knew quite well what he had meant by that. β€œI’m still going to put you in a maid uniform and watch you sweep.”
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"Tried. What happened? Where's the gentleman?" She chuckled. "Then again, I guess it is 'gentlemanly' to be offering your home."
β€œShe’s more like Satana. I figured it was her just rebeling against me…but maybe it’s just a succubus thing.” Daimon snickered and shrugged. β€œNot sure I take after either of my parents. Father being…Satan and all. My mother well. I guess she tried to raise a gentleman.”
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"Oh yeah, that little... That daughter of yours is just like you, isn't she? What about your mom? Do you take after her?"
β€œThey let her out of the loney bin. Obviously I let her move in. Afterall she’s my mother and she raised me in the place. She’s…adjusting back to a normal life…And you ofcourse have met my daughter who also stays with me…sometimes. Not sure where she runs off to.”
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"And I'm supposed to remember?" She fully gave up on the sink. "Your mother's there? Since when?"
β€œWell, one of us can always take a client by the bar or in the living room…the manor is fucking massive, you know that. You’ve wandered it naked and drunk before.” Daimon teased her. β€œThough, I will be giving you chores. Take some of the work load off of my mother.”
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No rent sounded really good. Especially when she lived in a shitty apartment that needed to be fixed every five minutes. "Wouldn't we end up having a... Clash of clients? Assuming we're both working from your office."
β€œI suppose I could set you up with some kind of office. Might take a bit…but you could borrow mine for the time being.” Was Jess REALLY going to make another deal with the devil boy? The last one didn’t really have a downside… It was mostly just sex.
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Jessica looked at him as if she was considering it. She wouldn't, right? It's /Daimon/. Why would she? "It's sounding a little bit appealing. But would I get a room and an office to receive clients?"
β€œWell you realize its a…MYSTICAL manor right? It has portal doors you could use to get around. I could…not charge you rent…just have you do chores.” Daimon teased. β€œSimple things…cook, clean…Well…maybe not cook.”
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"No thanks. You live in God knows where. That'll just make my job more difficult. No job, no rent."
β€œWell Jessica, As unsightly as you are every morning and your piss poor excuse of an attitude…You’d be welcome to move into MY Manor…” Daimon shrugged. β€œOfcourse you’ll have chores and probably have to make you pay SOME kind of rent.”
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"Buy me a place and I'll move." She fiddled with the sink. "rent is cheap enough and it's in a convenient part of town. So it isn't bad. We can't all live in mansions."
Daimon chuckled and gave her a hard spank as he returned to the couch to watch her work. β€œHave you considered moving somewhere better? This whole place is rubbish…Kitchen barely works. Its always hot or too cold…And your neighbors aren’t much to talk about either.”
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"Thaβ€”" She glanced towards him. Her eyebrow cocked. "Thanks." She peered under the cabinet again, trying to figure things out. "Okay, I think I see the problem." She reached back swatted his hand away.
Daimon took a nice long moment to stare…obviously. Now…the fun thing would be to put his dick in her hand… But he handed her the flashlight. No need to be THAT annoying quite yet~. But he did rest a hand on her…LOWER back while looking in with her.
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Jessica shook her head. But she bent down and examined the pipes underneath the sink. "hey, pass me the flashlight." She didn't turn around to face him. She simply held out her hand, waiting.
β€œAnd I thought you liked my mouth.” Daimon kicked his feet up to watch. β€œThey usually keep all the pipey bits under the sink…so in that little cabniet you hide the good stuff…Careful. It might spray you…shame you aren’t in a white t-shirt.”
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She was contemplating throwing the screwdriver at him. Maybe it'll pierce that heart of his. Or his brain. Either works. "Maybe I'll need to... I don't know. If you're going to give your opinion, then use your hands. Not just your mouth."
β€œThis would be much more amusing if you took your clothes off. Thats how it happens in the porn, The plumber comes over and…DRAINS my pipe~.” What could one have ever seen in Daimon…He was a cocky…egotistic…Asshole…But hot… β€œYou’re going to screwdrive the sink?”
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Jessica took a deep breath. He was already getting on her nerves. She dropped the toolbox in front of him and grabbed a screwdriver and a wrench. She wasn't sure what she'd need. "Wipe that smirk off your face." She didn't need to look at him to know.
β€œI’m a Hell-Lord…Do I look like I fix Sinks and fridges? But I will most certainly watch you fix them.” Daimon welcomed him, sitting on her couch with that same devilish smirk he often had. The kind a smirk one would imaginethe devil would have after a rather one sided deal.
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She looked at him silently, trying to decide if she was going to say anything or not. "let's just say I didn't like the company of the last person who visited me." She walked away and came back with a small toolbox. "Are you helping or not?"
β€œHow’d you manage to break both your fridge and sink?” Daimon stepped in, looking amongst the rubbish she lived in… Not as nice as his lovely manor.
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