Page 15 of Love Potions and Paperwork

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears as I took in the delicate red piping at the top of her bra, the rest of the garment a mix of textured black fabric that I wanted nothing more than to watch her take off.

“Clean it up, Eugine,” she ordered, brushing her fingers over the soft mound where it spilled over top of the lingerie.

I knelt, pulling the sleeve of my shirt out of the loose cuff I’d rolled it to near my elbow when Maeve hissed with irritation, drawing my eyes to her from the floor. Her ears were flat against her head, tail flicking behind her.

“No, no,” she purred, stroking my cheek with the toe of her patent heel. “Messy boys use their tongue, don’t you think?”

The chirp of pure excitement that escaped me was unavoidable, my entire body quivering.

Maeve was… not what I expected.

I’d anticipated that she’d be a menace… but… not like this.

It was a given she’d be demanding, hard to please. But her demeaning aura, paired with her talent for providing pleasure?

Kneeling on the hard floor, the cool tile a single point of relief for my feverish body, her disdainful frown… It washeaven.

I bent my head, lowering myself slowly towards the filthy tile—until my cheek met it with a hardthwack, Maeve’s heel resting on the other side of my face.

I could’ve fucking come right there. Would’ve, if I wasn’t so terrified and thrilled by the idea of what punishment awaited me if I did.

“Go on, little bug,” she breathed, a sadistic edge toying at the fringes of her voice. “I gave you an order.”

I turned my face, my tongue pressing against the filthy tile with a low moan. The taste of my own salty precum a delicacy under her unimpressed graze.

“Look at you,” she praised, her foot sliding from the smooth surface of my skull to rest on my back, spreading her thick legs so that I could see the dampness clinging to her thighs. Maeve rucked up her skirt with her hands, her tail moving to push the fabric of her underwear to the side. “Filthy little creature. Lapping at the floor like a dog looking for crumbs.”

My cock was practically weeping at the condescension in her voice, the same tone I’d fucked my fist to in the shower after work more often than I was keen to admit.

It turned out that I didn't have much of an imagination.

Maeve, thereal Maeve, was beyond my wildest fantasies.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of my own pathetic desire.

What I was begging for, I wasn’t entirely sure. Whatever it was she’d offered me I was willing to accept.

Fervently.

“Look at the floor,” she instructed evenly.

I didn’t dare disobey, my eyes meeting the tile.

It wasn’t justdegradation, it wasdomination.

Pure, inarguable control.

“Hideous creature,” she purred softly, her tail stroking against my cheek so tenderly it made my head spin. The contrast of sensations leftme aching and breathless.

Maeve’s other foot found my back, her added weight a sharp pain for a few moments until it was gone, making me groan in protest. “Meave don’t stop?—”

“Get up,” she ordered, impatience licking through every syllable.

I scrabbled back to my knees, catching sight of where she’d hoisted herself on top of the copy machine.

Suddenly, I understood what she’d said about clothes being more than a visual experience as I craved to feel and taste the fabric of her bra where it clung to her curves.

What sound would it make as it hit the floor?

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