Page 28 of Enslaved By Magic

She yelped, startled by the smarting pain when she’d thought the spanking was finished. “Ow! All right, I’m sorry! It’s just… there’s a really obvious solution to all of it, and I can’t believe you didn’t think of it yourself,” she said. She wiggled a little trying to get comfortable and nervously aware of her vulnerable position. “Can I get up first?”

“No. I like you right where you are just in case you have any other smart comments to make.”

She sighed, really wishing they could have this conversation while she was sitting up because it wasn’t easy to keep her tongue under control. “You know I have to obey any orders you give me?”

He hesitated. “I haven’t really given you many, but I guess I can accept that, yes,” he agreed.

“Then just order me not to have sex with you unless I want to,” she said, clearly exasperated and not even trying to hide it.

When he didn’t say anything, she twisted a little to look over her shoulder at his thoughtful expression. She could see his problem-solving look as he played with the problem in his mind and tried to figure out if it could be that easy. “Can the bottle—your magic, whatever it is that controls you—can it make you want someone?” he asked finally.

It was a question she’d hoped he wouldn’t ask because the answer was a bit finicky and she had to be careful how she phrased it. “Not—not exactly. I can be ordered to—to show enthusiasm, but the magic doesn’t make me—it can’t make me excited, turned on. That’s all me,” she said truthfully enough. She was a damn good actor when she had to be, though. With Luke, it just wasn’t necessary.

His fingers lightly trailed along the crack of her ass. “So, what you’re saying is that if you get aroused, it means you really are interested?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“And are you?”

She frowned, asking, “Am I what?” His fingers dipped a little lower following the curve of her ass to where it connected with her thighs, and she bit back a whimper. Without consciously willing it, her legs separated, and she lifted her hips invitingly. As the stinging pain from the spanking had receded, it had left behind a pleasant heat and sensitivity that his fingers had quickly coaxed back into arousal. She was dripping wet, and he could probably feel it where she was pressed against his thigh.

“Aroused,” he said, clarifying, though her body seemed to be giving him a pretty clear answer.

“Can’t you tell?” she demanded, prickly with irritation from having to talk about it. “You know I am. I want you, Luke. It’s not the magic; it’s me, I swear. Give me the order and you’ll see for yourself,” she said. She so badly needed him that her words came out like a plea and maybe that was what finally convinced him.

His hand stopped its slow investigation just inches from where she wanted it to go and her body tensed. “All right an order for you…” but he paused and for endless seconds he was silent. He seemed to be formulating the perfect order because when it came, it was more specific than she would have liked. “Amari, you will not fake enthusiasm with me. You will show interest in having sex with me only if you truly want it for your own enjoyment—and you won’t try to seduce me to get your own way either.”

She groaned but kept it silent. Some loopholes had been closed there, and she’d have to figure out ways around them later.

“Am I understood?” he asked when she didn’t reply.

“Yes, Luke, I understand—now will you please fuck me?” It was a request, but the tone made it sound more like an exasperated demand and he laughed.

“One more thing, Amari—you are allowed, ordered, to tell me to stop if you change your mind and decide you don’t want to have sex with me. Clear?”

She growled. “Yes! Now, stop stalling and do it!” she snapped.

One eyebrow went up, quickly followed by a sharp slap to the back of one thigh. She yelped as that leg kicked up in surprise. “Please! I meant ‘Please continue’,” she said, with a quick adjustment in tone.

“Since you asked so nicely…” His words fell away as his hand finally moved between her thighs, spreading them and slipping in to cup her soaked sex in his hand. “Do you always get so excited when someone spanks you?” he asked, letting his fingers push through her folds, stroking and teasing.

Pleasure surged through her, coiling tight and low in her body as her climax started to build. It felt so amazing that she had trouble formulating words, and when she did, they were punctuated with small noises of pleasure. “N-no, never. I mean—not that I’ve ever really been spanked before. An occasional slap but nothing like—like this,” she said.

“I’m the first?” He sounded so pleased about it. “Good, I’m glad. Spanking is an art and amateurs tend to mess it up.”

“An art? Really?” she said, sounding skeptical and amused at the idea. She laughed as she shook her head. It caused her long hair to slide across her back in a wave. She was so highly attuned and sensitive that the feel of the sleek fall moving across the gauzy fabric of her top caused her to shiver and her back arched inadvertently opening herself for more of his touch—and he obliged by slipping one finger deep inside of her.

“That feels so good,” she said, practically purring like a kitten. “I would have shown up in your bed earlier if I’d known it would be this much fun.” Her hips began to rock gently riding his finger until he added a second and stroked them deep inside of her willing body.

“I don’t want any misunderstandings about this, Amari—this is what good girls get. If I have to punish you for something real again, you won’t be getting the uh, extra benefits,” he warned her.

She vaguely picked up on the stern tone in his voice, but she was far too distracted with what he was doing to her body to pay much attention to the threat. She wasn’t planning on earning punishment from him again, and if she did, she was sure she could work around him. Once he had a taste of the pleasure she could bring him, he wouldn’t be able to refuse. The long years had given her plenty of time to hone her love-making skills, and Luke had no idea about the door he’d opened.

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