Page 76 of Ruled By Magic

He whispered into my ear. “Even without your brand, you’re still my plaything—you realize that, don’t you? Some things have changed, but not that. I decide when you get pleasure.” He slid his hand down my stomach, between my thighs, and released a long pulse of buzzing magic deep into me. I arched back.

“And if I think you deserve pain, that’s what you get.” The delicious flow of magic cut off and he whipped his hand across my breast, a stinging slap to my nipple. I winced and jerked against the bonds holding me. The pain faded but left me craving more. My whole being focused on him, waited for his next move.

His lips parted as he took in my reaction. He sat down on the bed and studied me. “There’s so much I want to do to you. It’s hard to pick just one. Here’s a question, though. How many times do you think I can make you climax before you beg me to stop?”

The question cut through the soft haze that was settling over my brain. “What? Why would I want you to stop?”

He raised his hand and magic surrounded me. Strong vibrations pressed onto my sensitive clit, the sudden sensation taking my breath. It pulsed inside me, filled me, and I cried out in pleasure as it drove me to a fast, intense climax. My legs shook, the restraints all that kept my feet under me.

The vibrations didn’t stop, and I understood.

Leo leaned forward, eyebrows raised. “Well? How many times do you think, Liv?”

I couldn’t answer. The sensory overload crowded my thoughts and I twisted in my restraints, trying to escape the pulsing magic assaulting my sensitized skin. I couldn’t. It traveled with me, whichever way I turned. I planted my feet and fought to regain control.

Soon, my body relaxed, processing the magic as pleasure again. The second climax took longer. By the time the insistent vibrations pushed me over the edge, my nerve endings were raw, shoulders aching. I gasped as the sensation overwhelmed me, slow and intense.

The afterglow faded, but the relentless magic still pummeled my body. It was too much. Almost painful. I couldn’t handle another.

“Leo,” I squeaked. “I need a break, just a minute.”

“No.” He smiled, and the vibrations intensified. I yelled, and every nerve ending blazed. I couldn’t stop myself from moving, trying to escape the inescapable force. Through watery eyes, I caught Leo’s gaze and could have screamed at his relaxed attitude, calmly watching me struggle. I stilled my body and looked at him.

Zantus, he was enjoying himself. I could tell by his parted lips, the intensity of his stare. He loved this, loved tormenting me for his own amusement. The thought sent a bolt of desire into my core, so strong it almost overrode my discomfort.

Focusing on his face let my body respond to the vibrations. I built to another climax with agonizing slowness. My head swam. The world shifted and blurred as pain and pleasure mingled. I would have doubled over as I hit the crest, but the bonds held me fast. My whole pelvic area cramped in spasms as my orgasm speared me, brutal and raw. It faded, leaving me sensitive and wrung out. I was done. This had to stop, and there was only one way.

I forced down the humiliation and begged. “Please, make it stop. It’s too much, I can’t take any more. Please.”

The vibrations reduced but didn’t stop. Leo got to his feet. He came close enough to touch, but just looked at me.

“What are you?” he asked softly.

I stared up at him, my brain slow. The magic pulsed up again. I whimpered. He dropped it back to the bearable level.

“What are you?”

This time, the answer appeared. “Your plaything. Your toy.”

He nodded. “Very good. And what does that mean?” He picked up the vibrations and a smile touched his lips as I yelped and shot to my tiptoes.

“You can do whatever you want to me!” The words tumbled out in a desperate flood.

“Yes, I can.” The bonds and sensation cut off. Unprepared, I stumbled and lost my footing, falling to my knees at his feet.

I stayed there, hands pressed into the thick red carpet, and tried to recover my scrambled thoughts. His hand twisted in my hair and brought my gaze up to him. “Right now, I want your mouth. Get up. On the bed.”

Confused, I obeyed. I’d been on my knees. The best place for what he wanted. He positioned me on my back, head just overhanging the bed. I opened my mouth in readiness.

He ran the head of his cock over my lips, and the familiar taste of him reawakened my desire. He rested one hand on my neck and thrust inside me. The strange position, the angle, made sudden sense. He filled my throat. I gagged as he hit the back and instinctual panic gripped me. My hands flew to his body; a desperate attempt to regain some control.

“No.” Magic sparked, and my wrists fastened to the bed, splayed out. He withdrew enough that I could breathe and stroked my hair. “Be my good girl. You can take it.”

Pride mingled with fear and a deep-seated need to please him. To be his good girl. I took a breath and opened my mouth a little wider.

He thrust in, filled me over and over again. Pulled out when I choked, allowed me a few breaths, then returned to the same punishing rhythm. My throat was raw, eyes streaming. No longer his consort, but he owned me. His toy. To use as he saw fit.

And Zantus, I wanted him to use me. Wanted him to take his pleasure in this brutal way. To prove just how deep my need to satisfy him went. His tempo increased. I fought the panic and surrendered, body relaxed. I gave myself over to his desire. He moaned, gripping my shoulder. Salty liquid hit the back of my throat. He held me there, pinned, for a few more seconds before he withdrew and allowed me to swallow. The bonds on my hands vanished, and I shifted onto the bed.

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