Succubus Girlfriend: Sig Part One (special preview)

“It was your choice,” Sig says with a shrug. “You’re stuck with me now.” She pulls your pants back up and tightens the string. She then stands on tiptoe, placing a soft kiss on your neck. “And I am stuck with you.”

You sigh, rubbing your neck where her lips laid. “I should probably get to work.”

“Oh?” Sig turns and looks up at you. “Where do you work? Can I come?”

You go back to your bedroom, shuffling through clothes until you find something you like. You slip on the white collar shirt and black blazer. “I’d prefer if you stayed here,” you grumble. “I’ll have enough to explain because I’m opening late.”

“Opening what?” Sig asks as she poses herself on the bed.

You shut your sock drawer an arc your brow at her. “I own an antique book store.”

“Ooh,” Sig coos in awe. “Where is it?”

You huff, sitting down beside her as you pull your socks on. “Downstairs. I own the building.”

Sig smiles up at you. “Is business good?”

“It’s an antique bookstore. I sell one first edition and month and it pays all the bills.” You find your shoes under the bed. “Just make yourself at home,” you grumble. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t go snooping around looking for things.”

“Oh I did that last night,” Sig giggles.

You glare down at her, your hair falling into your face.

“That’s a good look,” Sig licks her lips. “Dishevelled, yet put together, angry, and yet maybe a little turned on-”

“No,” you huff at her. “Not now not when I’m-” you hesitate, mildly considering it. “Ugh, I need to get to work!” You leave the room.

You slip your shoes on outside. You then head down the stairs that lead to the backdoor of the shop. As you search for your keys you glance up and see Sig standing on the veranda above you.

“Have a good day!” She waves.

You grimace slightly but wave back to her before you go inside.

Most days are the same, quiet and peaceful, the same regular customers come by to see the new inventory, peruse, use the restroom, then buy a paper a head out. You’re used to it. It isn’t hard work at all, just kind of boring. 

Around noon it starts to rain, the pitter patter of it is calming, and considering you’re not at your pique you begin to feel groggy. The back door opens as you yawn and you glance down the aisle to see Sig come in from the rain. Her burnt orange hair is pulled back into a braid and she’s wearing a shiny yellow raincoat with matching booties.

You scoff, leaving the front desk to meet her halfway down the aisle. “What are you doing here?” You grumble at her.

“I could tell you were getting bored,” Sig says with a smirk. “So I came down to keep you company.” She then holds up a paper bag. “I also brought you lunch.”

You huff and take the bag. “You really didn’t need to do that, Sig. You don’t need to act like you’re into this.”

Sig tilts her head to the side. “I’m not acting.”

You frown.

“I’m not!” She stomps her foot. “What would be the point of acting? You may have made a mistake summoning me, but you summoned someone you needed, drunk or not.” She then places her hands around your waist, stepping closer to you. “Someone soft and warm, someone who can take care of your needs.”

Your face begins to burn hot, and despite knowing the store is empty you look around. “Sig, not now.”

Sig giggles. “Your heart is pounding so fast.”

You glance down at her, awed by the cute expression she’s holding. “Ok, fine, you can stay, just behave.”

“You mean-” she steps back and starts to unbutton her jacket. “I shouldn’t take this off?” She opens the rain slicker, revealing she’s naked underneath it.

You drop the paper bag on the ground, staring slack jawed at her naked body. You then quickly scramble, covering her back up and buttoning the rain slicker. “Bad,” you hiss into her ear.

“You liked it,” Sig teases. “You’re as hard as day old bread.” Her palm rubs to your bulge. “It’s a fantasy right?”