CHAPTER 2

Mac

“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW did you get here?” were the first words out of my new master’s mouth. No, ‘thank you for coming’ or ‘I am forever grateful to you.’ I swear humans became ruder by the century.

“You summoned me,” I glared at her, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked my new master over.

She was a tiny little thing, with slender hips and chest was just large enough to fill my hands. The outfit she wore didn’t do her body justice. The colors washed out her skin, and made her dark hair stand out even more.

Jewelry lined her ears and as she spoke I could see something glinting inside her mouth. Was that a tongue piercing? Part of me wondered why someone would want such a thing, but the other part of me —a lower part that had no business tightening up at the sight—wanted to know what it would feel like against the underside of my cock.

I shook off the thoughts of my new master’s luscious lips wrapping around my length and focused on the whole picture. Vastly different from my previous masters, I had no doubt she would be more than a handful. Especially, since she was still yelling at me to leave.

Her eyes kept darting behind her, toward the sound of voices coming closer, but they were of no consequence to me. I only needed to grant wishes. Nothing more.

“I’m not leaving until you make your wishes,” I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest, “That’s the rules and I’d rather get this over and done with.”

“Wishes?” she cocked her head to the side in an innocent way that made my lower region tighten even further.

Stop it. I growled at myself. Just because it had been a hundred years since I’d been with a woman didn’t mean I should jump on the first one I see.

“Yes, I am Mac’voniak and you are my master until I grant you three wishes. Now,” my gaze narrowed until they were nothing more than slits, “What will they be?”

“Macvo-whoy whaty?” she attempted to say my name but gave up half way. Shaking her head, she held her hands up, “Whatever your name is, I can’t deal with this right now. My boss will be here any second and I cannot get fired, so just . . .” my new master picked up my bottle and shoved it at me, “Get back in or whatever.”

I stared down at the bottle with disdain. I just gotten out of that damned prison, no way was I getting back in any time soon. Master or not.

When I made no move to get back into my bottle, she let out an aggravated groan. Grabbing a hold of my arm, she held the bottle in her other hand and attempted to drag me out of the room. Not wanting to make it easy for her, I dug my feet into the ground and glared.

“I told you, I’m not leaving until I grant your wishes.” This time I put a growl in my voice hoping to intimidate her into complying.

“Give me a break!” Letting out a growl of her own, she placed her hands on her hips—awkwardly since she still held my bottle prison in her hand. “Look if you want to get caught fine, but I’m out of here. I might hate this job, but I still need it.”

To my utter horror, after saying her piece, she flung my bottle at me. I barely caught it before it hit the ground. My new master stomped from the room leaving me holding the bottle and I staring down at my prison with a mixture fear and abhorrence. To think what could have happened if this thing had shattered? I shudder at the thought then tucked it under my arm.

Jaw clenched, a sickening knot in my stomach formed as the pull of my master getting further away from me activated the bond between us. Oh, how I hated it.

A stranger stepped into the room and I instinctively dematerialized. His eyes widened and he shook his head but before he could register what he was seeing, I was gone.

I reformed in a bigger room than the first, this one full of people who didn’t even notice as I appeared out of thin air. But my new master did, though.

My—as yet nameless—master, rushed around the counter where she had been standing with another female. My brow lifted at her companion’s unnatural hair color, which I could only assume was self-inflicted. Unlike my new master, her gaze roamed over my form and when she licked her lips in appreciation, I couldn’t help but smirk.

Women, especially, human women, had always found me attractive. While I didn’t often lower my standards to mess with humans, on occasion—when the loneliness of being exiled from my own kind got too much for me—I would indulge in a human woman or two. They usually left satisfied, if not besotted with me.

Except for one human. My eyes locked onto my new master, who now stopped before me. Hands on her hips once more, she glared up at me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped at me, her eyes flashing with annoyance before they searched around the room. No doubt to make sure no one had seen my sudden appearance. “You can’t just do that here.”

I shrugged, “What are you going to do about it?”

Gnashing her teeth, she stomped a foot before shoving a finger at a table near us, “Go sit over there until my shift was over. Then I’ll deal with you later.”

“Not until I tell you the rules.” I plant my feet firmly in place, about to tell my new master the usual spiel that I am bound by law to tell her, but she cut me off.

“I get three wishes. I got it.” She rolled her dark eyes at me and then a voice from behind the counter made her turn around. She suddenly called out, “I’m with a customer!”

“There’s more to it than that,” I said before she could take off on me again, “And I am duty bound to tell you.”

“Fine!” she snapped, her eyes jerking back to me, “Say what you have to say, so I can get back to work.” My master bounced in place and pointed a thumb back to the counter.

The man in the other room who had almost seen came to mind. Was that her boss? Why was she so afraid of such a puny man?

I shook off the thoughts. Not my problem. I was just here to do my job and that was all. Maybe this will be the final one that will give me my freedom. Even as I thought it I knew the probability was highly unlikely.

As if they’d be so kind.

“Rule one,” I began, “This one should be obvious. You get three wishes and you can’t wish for more wishes.”

“Fine. Good,” she interrupted me again causing me to scowl.

“Rule two, no speaking when I’m speaking.”

“That’s not a rule. You just made that up,” she accused me with a pointed finger.

“No, it’s a rule.” I had just made it up but she didn’t need to know that. She opened her mouth to interject again so I quickly added, “Rule three, wording is everything. If you are not specific in your request, then do not blame me when it doesn’t come out the way you planned it.”

“That’s hardly fair.” The woman’s lips pressed into a thin line. “How am I supposed to know what you will twist around?”

I smirked, “Not my problem.”

Seeing I wasn’t going to move on this, she nodded, “Fine. Is that it?”

I shook my head, “No, there’s a few more disclosures that we must discuss.” Before I could tell her, the purple-and-blue haired woman at the counter, leaned over and hissed.

“Aly, he’s coming!”

Aly?

My new master turned to the girl and then back to me, “We’ll talk about them later. Go sit over there,” she pointed at the table again before hurrying back to the counter just in time to meet the man I saw from before.

“Where have you been?” the man glowered at her and I frowned as my new master stumbled over her words as she tried to explain what had happened. An unusual need to step in and help her threatened to overwhelm me, but I shoved it back down where it belonged.

The older man reamed into her for a few more minutes and she simply stood there and took it. Seeing her let him talk to her that way, left a bad taste in my mouth. I didn’t care for bullies, but even less so for those who let others walk all over them. And my new master seemed to be one of the latter.

The man finally left her, disappearing into the back room once more. My new master, Aly, from what the other woman had called her, gave the man a rude gesture as soon as his back was turned. That made me smile. She might not be such a pushover after all.

I took a seat at the table Aly had indicated watched my master with new interest. She had no problem yelling at someone she didn’t even know, but for some reason she cared enough about her job that she clearly hated to not stand up for herself against her boss. A complex mystery she was. One I wouldn’t mind unraveling.

I shook the thought away before my mind could head in the wrong direction once more. I really needed to find some relief; it had been too long. The last thing I wanted, or needed, was to become too attached to my master. Once this job was done, I was out of here and hopefully back to where I belonged.

On my throne.