Page 34 of Enslaved By Magic

Along the way she made her clothes vanish, so he was left with a naked armful. The reward was the heat she saw rising in his eyes. There was no longer a hesitation about claiming her. They were past that now.

Many things had changed since he’d collected his winnings; their relationship had been just one of them. They’d talked and she had agreed to experiment with what he termed ‘consensual submission’ which was very different from what she was used to. Actually—she’d brought it up and said she wanted to give it a try.

She needed to explore all the feelings his dominance was raising in her. He’d had some doubts at first, wondering if it would bring up past trauma, or blur the line between her forced submission through the bottle and what they were building together. He’d agreed finally but stuck to his guns when it came to calling him anything but his name. “Not Sir, not Master. Nothing but Luke until you’re completely free to make your own decisions,” he said firmly as if she’d asked for the privilege.

She hadn’t and wouldn’t. Titles didn’t matter to her. She only cared to call him Master as a way to needle him. After so many years of using the term, it meant nothing to her but part of her role.

But Sir—she thought she might like to call him Sir at certain times, but it was probably just because he’d told her she couldn’t. This submissive thing, it was a struggle at times, but she was acclimating to it slowly—mostly because she found it all such a turn on.

Somehow, they’d become comfortable with each other and this new arrangement. She still had her misgivings about what would happen later, but she was enjoying herself too much at the moment to obsess about ‘what ifs’. That would be future hers problem.

The present was for reveling in the things he did to her body, and the way he could make her wet with just a few words whispered in her ear. He obviously was experienced at playing the Dominant, and she found the novelty of being an amateur exciting. He differed in every possible way from her previous masters, but none so much as the way he took care to make sure she was enjoying herself.

It was never about using her to get himself off, and she often thought that she would have chosen this, with him, if things had been different. She’d consented to this life of slavery knowing full well what her role would be, but she’d never wanted it. This was the life she wanted. Him. She wanted Luke, the way he made her laugh, and the way he made her feel when he touched her.

He set her down long enough to undress and then they tumbled onto the bare bed, ignoring the fact that it hadn’t even been made up with sheets yet, and he kissed his way down the center of her chest, pausing to suck her left nipple into his mouth.

Her back arched, and he slid his arms underneath, holding her there as his teeth closed on the tight peak just enough to make her gasp. Arousal beaded and tickled the tight curls between her thighs. He pushed her legs apart and moved his knee between them, working it up high until it almost, but not quite pressed against her folds.

Her clit pulsed needily and she whimpered. She could feel the closeness of his knee and wanted badly to shift down enough to hump his leg, but the second she moved, he stopped her.

“Uh-uh, stay right where you are, Mari. You’re not getting anything until I’m ready to give it to you,” he said warningly. She could hear the hint of amusement underneath the threat and groaned, knowing they were about to play one of his favorite games of tease and deny.

She whined and tried to move down anyway, but in a flash, he switched to her other nipple and closed his teeth on it hard. “Luke! That hurts!” she complained, pretending that she hadn’t just felt a gush of excitement from the sharp pain.

He held the pinch until she stopped moving and then ever-so-slowly released the pressure. “You remember the rules, Mari?”

She sighed. “Yesssss, Luke. If I want something, I have to ask for it, otherwise I get what you give me,” she repeated the words dutifully, but couldn’t stop the eyeroll that accompanied them. She had the phrase memorized by now and it hadn’t been the first time he’d made her say it. Apparently, he felt that she had a habit of taking what she wanted, and she had to admit that maybe it was true. Okay, it was absolutely true.

Being a genie, or at least a cheap imitation of one, meant constantly being used and controlled. Having to obey orders had taught her that being quick or sneaky was the only way to get anything she wanted before someone said no. Loopholes and misdirection were the keys to grabbing hold of little bits of happiness that could tide you over through the rough times—and it was possible that those were lessons she’d learned too well.

“Good girl,” he said in an approving tone, and she felt an odd flush of pleasure from the praise instead of the frustrated anger she’d have felt if anyone else had said that to her.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she said, complaining even as she obeyed and stayed still.

He laughed, looking up at her with his dark eyes glittering. “That’s the goal, yeah. You have something you want to ask?”

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “No.” Of course there were things she wanted to ask, but she wasn’t going to. She was learning to follow his rules, but begging for things was still beyond her. He seemed to understand and accepted that it wasn’t something she could do, but he always made the offer anyway.

It was unfair that she had to suffer a slow torment until he got around to giving her what he already knew she wanted, just because she wouldn’t ask for it. At least it would seem unfair except she’d discovered that being brought to the edge of orgasm and denied could be incredibly hot, and there was something undeniably arousing about letting him take the reins.

Her original plan had been to seduce him and win her freedom that way, but somehow, he seemed to have turned things around on her. Instead of the seductress, she’d become his—well, she wasn’t sure what she was now, but she was in love with him. She couldn’t even deny it any longer, and it was all she could do not to keep the words from bursting out of her mouth as he worked his way down her body to kiss and lick the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

Her hips rose up off the bed and she made a frustrated needy sound, begging him, without words, to let her come. He laughed and nipped her skin. “So wet and delicious. I know what you want,” he said in a crooning tone that blew a warm breath right across the wet skin. Little bumps rose and a shiver rolled over her, making her squirm.

“Please?” she said. It was the closest to asking she could manage, and he rewarded the effort by spreading her legs wide and sprawling between them. He parted the slick folds of her sex and drew a long slow lick up between them, ending right at her clit and circling there.

She bit her bottom lip to hold back the moan, and eagerly lifted herself to his mouth. There was a tensing inside, low in her body like a spring coiling, and every time he dragged his tongue in those long licks up the middle, it got a little tighter. But those licks were a tease, they wound her up but weren’t enough to bring her release and he knew it.

Long slow tongue action was countered by a sudden focus on her clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he lavished all his attention on it, plucking each of those little nerve endings until her hands were clawing at the bare mattress top and her breath was coming in raspy pants that barely even sounded human to her ears.

He brought her just to the edge and then would slip back, returning to the teasing just before she was about to topple over, and she loved and hated it at the same time. How many times he repeated the cycle, she couldn’t even begin to guess, but by the time he finally let her come, she was scarcely coherent. His tongue flicking rapidly at that hard bundle of nerves as he pumped two slightly curled fingers inside brought Amari to her peak and held her there for an endless moment. She wavered on the edge, needing it so badly that she could only distantly hear the loud cries she was making, all her attention positioned right where his tongue was.

And then the wave of pleasure crashed into her and left her shattered and disoriented in a sprawled, sweaty mess on the bed. She was completely empty of energy, barely even able to focus her eyes, but he wasn’t through with her.

Her heart was thundering in her chest, and she was only just realizing how much vocalizing she’d been doing by the dryness of her mouth. She swallowed a few times to bring back some moisture while her eyes fixed on his, but only for a second because suddenly he was rolling her over on her stomach, and gently lifting her to her knees. She looked back over her shoulder as he gripped an ass-cheek in each hand and squeezed.

He caught her watching him and grinned. “You didn’t think I was finished, did you?” he asked as he gave her a pair of light spanks with both hands, making her cheeks jiggle and sending pleasure shocks through her.

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