A Magicked Life (In-Complete)

(This is starting a few posts into it. I didn't decide to do this until after it started. You aren't missing much though. Regular font is my posts. Italics is my partners.)


It was around 11AM and Oscar was sitting in a large lounge like armchair, wearing only a pair of blue jeans.
Sunrays were passing through the curtains behind him and on to the woman sleeping in the large king sized bed. Sleeping was something Oscar didn't need, just like a name. But he quickly found that while human could get along someone not sleeping, interactions were much harder when they couldn't name you. Plus, this woman wanted him to have a name and, whether he liked it or not, her will overwhelmed his.
Starring at her with the piercing grey eyes he gave himself, along with a lean, rock star like body and some fashionably messy black hair, he felt lucky he was bound to her. Not that he liked slavery, no, not one bit, but she had potential. She had an hunger for... things. An Oscar would help it grow. He would develop her ego and help her want more and more... until she would die of old age, until he would be free and reap the benefit of the treasures he would have helped her acquire.
Right now, he was still at phase one. Two weeks ago, he helped her winning a large amount of money at various poker tables. Enough money she could enjoy two weeks of excess. From designers clothes and heels, to wine, champagne, the best restaurants and wild sex... almost anything money could provide, including renting this five stars hostel room.
But it was poker money, it was meant to be short lived. When she'd wake up, he would tell her just that and phase two would begin

Lillian Sutorus had gotten used to bending over backwards for everyone. She'd been working her way up from the bottom since she was thirteen. She was now twenty-seven and stumbled upon the most wonderful thing/person that she could have asked for.
Okay maybe that was a stretch. Not THE most wonderful. His attitude left alot to be desired alot of the time and he chose to look like a rock star. That combination for any other being would have spelled trouble when it came to this redhead. Since bedding who she'd wanted had never been a problem.
She gave a soft yawn, scratching her head. "Mmmm..." She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. "I could get used to living like this." She said softly. Already knowing that her genie of sorts was listening nearby.

"and you should" answered Oscar, motionning his body closer to her with an almost inhuman grace. "you only deserve the best" he said, smiling as he walked toward the fridge, dodging a pair of Jimmy Choo and Louboutin as well as La Perla underwears and other designer's brand. There, he found some fresh orange juice was left and poured her a glass he brought to her "you're my Mistress after all" he added, smiling and handing her the glass, flattering her ego.
As soon as she took the glass (I assume, she does) he sat on the bed too, behing her, his hands working on her bare shoulders "still, if you want to keep living the high life, you'll need a more permanent source of revenu." he paused but kept massaging her, he needed to put her in the rith set of mind. Now that he gave her a taste of luxury, he knew she'd do anything to keep enjoying it "I can help you. of course. I will. But you have to think about some kind of work that would keep the money coming less suspisciously than wining every possible poker table or game of chance." He kissed her neck, his hands still on her shoulders and said "I wouldn't recommand anything too public such as a movie star. But producing movies or music would work. Anything is possible Mistress" he said.

She smiled some hearing him answer her. Lily could definitely get used to this. She took the glass from him and kept an eye around him as he worked his way behind her. He listened to what he said and thought about it for a while. She wanted to do something she would enjoy. Not that she didn't like the idea of being a producer of some sort but it just didn't seem to fit her. "I want something where I'll be known." She started simply. "I don't want to just melt in with everyone else." She said letting out a soft moan as he massaged her. She took a long drink to try to stifle her gasps then moved her long redish hair over her shoulder.
"I like photography, not that standard stuff but making things look interesting. Like they do for singers that go over board with there make-up and for some models." She said leaning forward some. "What do you think?"

Oscar needed her to hide somehow. Fame could be a real danger and if her secret was ever exposed, everything would be lost.
Plus, for what he had in mind, how powerful and cruel he wanted to turn her, the demon needed her to be some kind of hidden power.
"Ah, you can choose whatever you fancy... but I would really not advise you to be exposed Mistress." he paused so she could ponder on his words and then said "Imagine people start questionning the nature of our relationship? I can turn myself invisible to them but no one is flawless. There will always be a mistake or someone more clever than his peer investigating your success. Gossips and focused justice could be the end of you. I'll help you in whatever you choose to do but I can only urge you not to be seen from th epublic eyes. To remain in the shadows while pulling the strings so to speak." He paused again, continuing his massage before whispering to he rears "I'm not talking about you simply getting rich. I'm talking about you being so wealthy, you won't see the difference between buying the entire Versace collection and a pack of chewing gum."

She smirked. Oscar knew how to phrase things that was for sure. "I guess being a director wouldn't be that bad. Plus I'd have people bringing me their scripts. I'd just leave it to you to turn it to gold and make everyone love it." She said looking back at him as she stood up. Watching him for a moment and looking him over she asked, "So did you intentionally pick an overly attractive look for yourself or was it luck of the draw?" She'd been wanting to know, just hadn't bothered to ask until now.

Lillian stripped off the little amount of clothing that she still had on and turned on the shower. Part of her hoping that Oscar would join her but the better part of her mind knowing that it seemed against his character.

Oscar laughed at her question "luck has nothing to do with it. What kind of demon would I be if I couldn't guess what humans deeply desire?" he smiled. "I know a bit about your civilization. I just fashionned myself into an archetype. I guess this is why I could make sure people would love your films no matter what."
Watching her go into the bathroom, he waited a little bit and made a call then joined her indeed.
Entering the large shower, naked too, he took the soap and, kissing her, pushed her against the wall of the tube and placed a hand over her breasts, rubbing the soap down on her flat belly. "There'll be a surprise for you when you'll go back to the room" he said.
In fact, he called for a maid from a very expensive salon. He needed her to get used to people serving her and enjoy their submissiveness and her dominion.
This would be the first step. He would use this opportunity to start working on her ego. After some pleasure in the shower though.

She raised a brow slightly as he explained. Her mind continued to wander a bit about his looks and darker personality. He always seemed to have something else in mind and kept her guessing. That was another thing that she was starting to really like about him.

Her eyes widened slightly as Oscar walked in. She wasn't expecting this, part of her hoped that this would be a sign that he was starting to at least be infatuated with her. She let out a soft moan from being pinned against the shower. "Really? She asked with a slight smile. Other than seeing you actually join me in here?" She asked coyly. She took the oppurtunity to see what exactly it was that she was getting herself into. Her eyes slowly taking in his complete appearance.

He had to turn her into a beautiful, cold and ridiculously rich bitch with an hungry heart for power and a passion for humiliation.
Such character didn't come out of the blue. Oscar needed more than a promising subject, he needed to work on her ego and get her accustomed, addicted to people kneeling before her.
Thus her surprise when she'd step out of the shower. The maid from the salon would be the perfect guinea pig.
First thing first though and, right now, it was important to pleasure her in a way she could feel and enjoy being selfish.

She blushed as she watched him caress her body. Sucking in a breath when he'd entered, her cheeks flushed even brighter as he arousal dripped onto his fingers. She let out a soft moan. It was obvious that she was trying to hide it though. She bit her lower lip eyeing him for a bit before closing her eyes. "Do you get any enjoyment out of this?" She asked as she felt herself clench around his fingers. "Or are you just doing this to do it?"