Page 43 of Vengeful Mates

I clicked my tongue. “Hey! I’m your mentee enforcer, remember? Don’t I get to practice delivering punishments?”

For that, he squeezed me harder, his growl vibrating from my ear to the junction between my legs. “Magick practiceonly.”

“Bad Daddy.” I pouted again, trying to get him to act when it seemed like he wanted to draw this out and really clit tease me again.

His resolve broke, snapping on the bond, and he threw off his clothes, which piled in a heap at his feet. “Pussy on my face.Now.”

Thrills snaked through me at his demand for control and surrender. I loved the way my body responded to him. Complying. Teasing. Testing boundaries. Daring punishment.

The alluring palming of his cock had me stripping just as fast as he did. Carefully, I positioned myself over his reclined form. Humming his approval, he gripped my hips, bringing me to his mouth, sucking my crackling bundle of nerves. My hips rocked and I gasped at the friction.

His hand crashed down on my stinging flesh. “Mouth on my cock!”

Obeying, I swirled my tongue over his tip, tasting him. At his fist tangling in my hair, urging me lower, I sank down over him, taking him deep.

He bucked into my mouth. “Harder, Sorceress, or I’ll punish you for breaching contract.”

The command vibrated through my body, and I went wild on him, fulfilling my pact to the letter.

“Yeah, baby.” His grip in my hair tightened. “Suck it like a solicitor.”

I hit him for that one, because it made me splutter-laugh over him.

My scalp stung from his tug. “Did I say you could stop?”

I went to tell him off when his suction increased, and I almost passed out from pleasure overload.

“I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as my mate.” Hearing his praise sent flutters through my body and pushed me into orgasm and I quaked over him. “Yeah, that’s it, Sorceress. Come over my face.”

He roared his approval, spasming as his release came, thrusting into me another four times before filling my throat with his hot seed.

Limp, I crawled to face him, collapsed on his chest, and he stroked my sweaty back and arms.

His fingers tunneled in my hair, dragged along my scalp, making me sleepier. “Consider your contract fulfilled.”

I clasped his jaw, bringing his dark gaze to mine. “No, it’s not. You’re breaking contract, Castor Redding. I’m serving you notice that you failed to adhere to the clause of sucking my clit twice.”

Sparks of happiness rained over the bond. Pride and respect.

“I’ve trained you well, Sorceress.” Affection glowed in his words.

Triumph showered over me at making Daddy come undone. “Too well.”

Solicitous, he gave me a break for five minutes, letting me catch my breath, gradually hardening again.

By the look in his eyes, dark and menacing, I was in for trouble. True to our covenant, he went down on me another two times, more than fulfilling his contract. By the end, I lay there, boneless, out of breath.

Castor caressed my sweaty stomach and torso. “I love making bargains with you, Sorceress.”

I smiled dreamily, still lost in my pleasure haze. “Daddy was generous and gave me more than I bargained for.”

“That’s because you were a good girl.” His sharp bite to my shoulder, followed by laves of his tongue, rewarded me with both pleasure and pain.

Daddy gave me a few moments to settle down, tenderly stroking my hips, waist, and back. Exploring the contours of his arms and chest never got old and I kissed, licked, and worked my way across him. His pulse point slammed hard as I flicked at it with my tongue.

“Stand up. Let’s test that flexibility of yours.” Bastard flipped the tables on me.

The notch between my legs ached as I climbed off him to stand.

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