Wait.

Dago waited for instructions, though he had a hunch about what was coming up. Mephistopheles looked like a high ranking greed demon, Dago was a vampire; his odds against fighting him off didn’t look so good. He wasn’t sure how physically strong the man was, but if it came down to magic, Dago was done for. He silently watched Mephistopheles with a **** unreadable expression. He really wanted to show his contempt, but if he was going to avoid injury for now, he’d have to restrain it.

“First, a few rules for being my property,” Mephistopheles began after Dago didn’t make another movement, “You will not speak unless spoken to and I do not repeat myself. You need to feed, don’t you? How often?”

Dago didn’t figure the rules Mephistopheles had for him were going to be kind. He took the questions as permission to speak.

“Yes, every four weeks,” he said.

“You won’t feed without permission either,” Mephistopheles clarified for him, “You’ll do exactly as I say without hesitation or question, as well. Understood?”

Dago grimaced, “Yes.”

“Yes, master,” Mephistopheles corrected.

“Yes, master,” Dago repeated, feeling a bit like a hunchbacked side-kick.

“You’re a surprisingly responsive ****. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Yes, master,” intoned Dago.

“What have you done? Be specific,” Mephistopheles prompted.

Dago shut his eyes to think for a moment. BDSM wasn’t always his flavor of the night, but he’d certainly done it before.

“I’m not very familiar with everything, but I’ve been tied up, spanked, whipped, and done a little bit of bedroom role play. That’s it, I think,” Dago said, opening his eyes back up.

Mephistopheles had gone to find out who Dagoberto Vivar was before he was turned into a vampire and it was pretty plain of his guilty sin, so he wasn’t surprised by this information.

“Do you like pain?”

Dago almost shrugged, but remembered that might get him into trouble, “I don’t care for it, but I can stand it.”

“Why?”

“I have… uh… innate magic?” Dago replied, “I can transfer sensation through skin contact.”

Mephistopheles smiled thinly, something that said to Dago wasn’t going to be good for him.