Page 55 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

He pushed my thighs wide, and I heard his growl of approval when I left them where he placed them.

“Do you think you are just a good fuck to me?”

This answer was harder for me, but I desperately wanted to believe that I was something more to him.

“No, Sir.”

He breathed deeply and kissed the inside of my thigh.

“Good girl. If you are ever worried, Princess, all you need to do is ask me. I won’t ever forbid you to speak. You may have your panties or a ball as a gag, but even then, you still have your voice. I know that we are just getting used to each other.

"There will be a time, I hope, that you will not hesitate to put yourself entirely into my care, but that kind of deep level trust takes time.”

His lips continued to kiss and lick my inner thigh.

“I do trust you,” I murmured between moans.

“Perfect,” he responded and got up from the bed.

I choked back a plea to return. I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted the endearments and everything else that he had to offer. I knew that to do so, I needed to stop processing everything and just let myself experience what he wanted to do to me.

I heard a glass being raised and the clinking of silverware against it.

He returned once again tipping my head up, “I want you to drink, Indy.”

I felt the cool, refreshing water against my throat and realized that I had been parched. It tasted so good that I tried to gulp it down. But he slowed the liquid until I was able to handle what he was giving me.

Scarecrow pressed something to my lips, “Open, Indy.”

I took in the first grape and flavor exploded against my tongue as I bit into the fleshy surface.

“More, please,” I asked, and another was placed on my lips.

I had never been fed before, and it was a novel experience. I gently nipped at his fingertips, and he laughed.

“Naughty, minx!”

I could hear the affection in his tone, and it warmed me clear through my toes.

There was something to this being blindfolded.

He then fed me some cheese and at last a bit of meat. When I had eaten my full, I turned my head away.

“Baby,” his voice was gruff, “You have hardly eaten enough to keep a bird alive.”

I was indeed still hungry, but it wasn’t for food.

He turned and placed everything he had back on the tray and then I heard him undoing the fly of his jeans, wrenching them off once more, he came over to where I was laying.

I felt the lightest touch on my breast before an icy sensation shot straight to my core.

“Ah!” I cried out.

Scarecrow was using an ice cube to trace my areola, never leaving it on long enough to burn the skin. My nipples beaded, and my breaths became short hot pants.

Right, when I didn’t think I could take a moment more his mouth swooped down and sucked my nipple inside its hot cavern. My hips arched off the bed of their own accord.

“Keep those legs still, Indy or I will tie them.”

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