Page 23 of Ruled By Magic

I did. Despite everything he’d done to me, I did. What was wrong with me? I clamped my lips shut. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. I’d die first. He sat on the edge of the desk and rested one hand, unmoving, between my legs. I stifled a moan and willed myself to keep still. The pressure of his fingers, lying against me without providing the friction I craved, drove me mad. Unbearable.

He brought his gaze to my face. “Soaking wet. I thought as much. You’re out of control. I think you’ll find my new rule difficult to follow.”

New rule?

He traced his left hand over my cheek. Magic sparked when he touched the blue brand. He continued to my breast and pinched my nipple, twisting it between his fingers. The twinge of pain shot straight into my center, adding to the ache.

“I can’t have you pleasuring yourself whenever you want. It might distract me at a crucial moment. So, I’m making a new rule. You’re no longer allowed to have an orgasm without my express permission.”

Shock cut through my lust-fogged brain. I gaped at him. “No!” Too much. I already depended on him for food, clothing, and shelter. And now for every single bit of sexual pleasure? It wasn’t fair. I didn’t agree to it. “No. Please, Lord Commander.”

He shook his head, and his lips pulled into a small, cruel smile. “It’s not up for debate. And you won’t like the consequences if you disobey.” He leaned down, inches from my face. “If you ask me politely, I may just let you come right now. If not, you might be waiting a while.”

He slipped his fingers inside me. Teasing pulses of vibrating power moved across my sensitive clit and down into my core, the pleasure so intense I cried out. He brought me to the edge of orgasm, drawn tight as a bowstring, then removed all sensation a fraction of a second before it would have swept me away. A few moments to recover, and he began the torment again. I ached, the frustration a living thing clawing at me. My mind and body screaming for release.

Instinct took over. My muscles twitched, pushed up toward his hand as he withdrew it. He shook his head. “No need for that, Livet. Don’t embarrass yourself, you’re not an animal. Just ask me for what you want.”

That bastard. Why could he play me with such skill? The words hovered on my lips, held back by shame, but my desire was too great. “Please, Lord Commander.”

“Please what?” The buzzing magic teased me—a low throb, not quite enough to give me sweet relief. I stared into his dark, merciless eyes.

“Please let me come.” I hated it. Those needy, desperate words coming from my own mouth. A better woman would have resisted, fought her body’s betraying need. Not given in and shamed herself.

“Very polite. I’ll have you well trained yet. Let’s see if you come as easily as you did yesterday.”

The buzzing increased, little by little. As the intensity built, I twisted and writhed, all thoughts of shame devoured by lust. My release was all that mattered. This time, he didn’t pull away, and the most intense climax I’d ever known ripped through me. Aftershocks chased the orgasm, and my head spun. How had my body produced so much pleasure? I lay limp, panting, and he withdrew his hand.

As my mind cleared, I opened my eyes to find his face inches from mine. He held his fingers to my lips. “I have to go back to work now. Clean me, first.” Too drained to do anything else, I parted my lips. My own arousal mingled with the lingering taste of him, a heady cocktail of sex and debasement.

He talked in a low voice as he inserted each finger. “I won’t always let you finish like that. Sometimes, I’ll leave you desperate the whole day.”

I shuddered.

“I couldn’t say no to you this time, though. You’re adorable.” His hand now clean, he stroked the hair back from my face. “By the end of your six months, you’ll beg to stay with me.”

Irritation displaced the cloudy haze I swam in. So arrogant. “Can you let me go?”

He did. I sat up, shoulders sore. My nakedness felt awkward now my need was gone. “My clothes?”

He gestured to an office chair where they lay in a heap. He used magic for everything. I shrugged my outfit back on, and a question came to me.

“Could you have teleported us up to your apartment?”

“Of course.”

“So why—?” I waved a hand.

“I wanted something interesting to think about while I’m working.”

I blinked. An honest statement, oddly endearing. I fought for an interesting comeback. I couldn’t let myself slip into vapid passivity. “Oh. Is running the territory so dull?”

He let out a laugh, short and surprised. “You’d be shocked. Not as fun as you’d imagine.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “And I really do have to get back to work. They’ll sound the all clear any moment, I’m sure.”

A silence fell between us, awkward and charged. I looked to the door, but he held out his hand. Of course. He never walked anywhere. I took it.

We appeared together in the bright sunshine of the foyer. Two suited men, seated at a table, did a shocked double take. The Lord Commander waved a greeting then, to my complete shock, bent and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll see you later.” He vanished in a swirl of blue, leaving me staring after him.

The dress proved every bit as bad as the Lord Commander promised. Made of a shiny black material, the bodice consisted of straps which crisscrossed over my breasts and wrapped around my neck. My whole back, and a diamond shape on my midriff, showed skin. The fitted skirt stopped inches above my knees. I turned in front of the mirror. One slip in the towering stilettos, and everything would fall out on display.

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