Page 51 of Joined By Magic

“But—”

“Be quiet.”

He wrapped a blindfold round my eyes, plunging me into darkness. With my sight cut off, I focused on my other senses. The hard wood pressing into my body, the soft cushion beneath my head, the sound of Leo moving. All my nerves on high alert, waiting for his touch. Would he give me pleasure, pain, or both?

He began at my stomach and traced down to my groin. He played with my clit—the lightest, most tantalizing of touches—then slid further down to my now-soaked entrance. I felt the familiar touch of his fingers slipping inside first, then my breath caught as something huge and hard pressed into me, pushing deep. It stretched me wider than I’d ever been stretched. He moved it carefully, allowing my body to adjust to the size.

It didn’t feel like a punishment. I enjoyed the size, though I craved friction and movement. A moment later, the thing started to vibrate, and a low hum hit my ears. Similar to when Leo used his magic to pleasure me, only less intimate, more alien. It felt wrong to know my body was responding to a machine, something inhuman inserted inside me. A violation.

But it felt good. I whimpered, wishing desperately to move. If I could use my hand, or even press my legs together, I could hit the spot I needed. But the magic held me rigid.

“This is designed to give pleasure, but it’s on the lowest setting.” Leo’s voice had a mocking edge. “I’m not turning it up. I own your pleasure. You won’t forget it again.”

I needed to move. Zantus, the constant, tiny dose of pleasure was going to drive me mad. I breathed, trying not to show how much it was already affecting me. How embarrassed I was to be so needy and desperate, even if he was to blame.

Leo’s fingers, slippery with something, pressed at the entrance to my ass. I bit my lip as he pushed in first one, then two—a strange, uncomfortable intrusion. After a few moments, he withdrew, replacing his fingers with cold metal. I squirmed as he forced the plug in. My body opened more than I’d thought possible, the pain sharp and burning. My toes curled. “Leo—”

The plug slid home. I breathed out in relief as the stretched feeling eased, replaced with fullness. What would I look like now? I tried to picture it. Wantonly splayed out and stuffed with foreign objects. My face grew hot at the image. My whole body was filled, the vibrations resonating through my core.

Leo stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. “I’ve got some studying to do. We’ll continue your punishment in a little while.” His voice was calm and reasonable.

Disbelief cracked the needy haze clouding my brain. “What? Leo, no. You can’t leave me like this.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” Papers rustled. He leaned something—a folder?—against my side.

“But—”

“The more you interrupt me, the longer this will take.”

A frustrated groan escaped me. I took a deep breath. The vibrations pulsed, driving all thought from my head.

A page rustled as he turned it. He couldn’t really be reading, could he? My body clenched around the vibrating object, seeking more sensation. Minutes passed, the only sound the turning of pages and the low buzzing of the device. My frustration built with each moment with the need to move, to relieve the deep ache inside me, growing stronger.

His hand grazed my breast. Cool fingers traced idly over my skin, playing with my nipple. Every touch lit paths of lightning into my sensitized core. I pushed against my bonds, trying to press into his touch, but he ignored my desperation and kept turning his pages as the ache at my center grew deeper.

Finally, I sensed movement. Close to my ear, he spoke. “Your body is perfect. You have no idea, do you? I wish I could bring you everywhere with me. Spread you out on a desk or sofa. Play with you all day. Touch you when I feel like it, taste you when I feel like it.”

He twisted the object inside me, hitting a deeper spot that sent my need to a new level. “And when the mood took me, I’d order you under my desk, fuck your mouth, then go right back to work.” His voice was rough, excited, all pretense at disinterest gone. “What do you think of that, Liv?”

His words hit the part of me that wanted to lie down at his feet, a thing for him to play with. I wanted him, not this maddening mechanical stimulation.

“Finish the punishment. Please. I need you.”

He made a low, feral noise in this throat and drew his finger over my clit. A blast of tantalizing pleasure seared me, and I tried to grind against him. He pulled away, and I whimpered.

“Do you want this? Want to come?”

“Yes!” I couldn’t hold myself back from begging. “Please.”

His finger returned, this time with a rush of warmth and the unmistakable tingle of magic. It teased my clit and sank into the smooth skin above it. I moaned as the feeling ebbed. The bonds on my right hand vanished.

“Touch yourself. Like you did the other day without my permission.”

The sharp snap in his words made me hesitate, sensing a trap. He gripped my wrist and laid my hand on my heated center. Just the pressure of my fingers had me squirming. “Go on, Liv. Make yourself come.”

Hesitantly, I circled my fingers over my aching clit and surged straight toward pleasure. The motion, combined with the vibrations, merged into a delicious wave that swept me toward release. My body relaxed as I hit the edge and sped up my fingers. Tightness gathered in my belly, my lips parted.

Nothing happened.

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