She was beautiful beyond words, and his mind reeled at the implications of commanding such a magnificent creature.  But the word “succubus” snapped him out of his daze.  He'd messed up in the worst way.  Not only were these demons known for turning on their masters at any opportunity, but they usually devoured said master's soul in the process.  He was in trouble.  Fortunately, she couldn't leave the pentagram without his permission.  Or so he thought.<br/><br/>But she stepped over it like it weren't even there.  Her soothing, sexy voice did its best to quiet his fears.  Exactly as it was designed to do.  That alone caused a stirring in his groin.  Her touch caused his skin to tingle pleasantly as she caressed his chin.  He fought the urge to lean forward and kiss her, knowing that to give in so easily would show her how weak he was.<br/><br/>“How did you...?” he said, glancing down at the seemingly unbroken pentagram.  “I'll not be your plaything....I....I'm you master, Cassandra.  You are hear to serve and obey me!  I have no intention of being your plaything- on the contrary, you shall be mine!”<br/><br/>His bravado was forced.  True, he could unsummon her, but that would take time and he didn't have that.  He had a difficult time taking his eyes of hers but he knew that to star would be fatal.  He had to have the will to resist her.