Page 17 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I started protesting, but he was fast, and within seconds, I had a red cloth tied around my mouth.

My eyes glittered angrily.

He had the audacity to smile, “I know you are pissed, Indy. But there is something that you need to understand. You are mine now. I don’t share, and I sure as hell, don’t cheat.”

Scarecrow looked down at my chest. I still had the pink lace bra covering me.

He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard against the lace so that it rubbed just enough to drive me crazy.

He did the same to the other breast and I moaned against the gag.

“I love how responsive you are,” he whispered as his hands spread across my rib cage. It was seconds later that the clasp on my bra was undone and he had full access to what he wanted.

Scarecrow’s whiskers delicately abraded the skin on my breasts and I squirmed, trying to get him to give them more attention.

But then he stood to walk away. I cried out into the cloth against his departure. I needed more.

He walked to his dresser and pulled out two dangling objects. For a moment, I thought that they might be earrings. I was very wrong.

Leaning back over me, he attached the first clamp to my right nipple and I gasped at the sharp pinch. Then he attached the other one to the left nipple.

I didn’t know what I thought of them. They didn’t hurt much beyond the initial sting, but I could feel the tight pinching and the small weight that dangled freely against my flesh.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathed. And then he stroked himself through his tight jeans.

I spread my legs out wide so that he could see just what he was doing to me.

Scarecrow took in my bare pussy with its glistening folds. I saw his eyes flash before he ripped his clothes off, not caring where they landed.

His cock was huge against his stomach and he stroked it absent-mindedly as he watched me.

“You want a taste?” he murmured.

CHAPTER 7

Inodded willingly, and Scarecrow climbed up on the bed, loosening my gag.

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