Page 37 of Enslaved By Magic

She didn’t appreciate his joke, or his help and made that clear with her frustrated growl, which only earned her a second swat, and then a third with barely a second’s pause between them. “Growling at me isn’t going to get you the orgasm you want, girl,” he warned her. He wasn’t the slightest bit irritated with her, in fact, he loved her feisty sass—to a certain extent, but she’d asked to learn about being a submissive and he was going to give her the whole course.

He turned the beads off, just for a second so that she could concentrate. “Tell me what you want, Amari, and”—he put emphasis on the last word to cut her off before she could snap at him—“tell me what you’ll trade for the privilege,” he finished.

She wasn’t expecting the second part; he could tell by the silence. “Trade?” she asked after a few seconds had passed.

“Hmm maybe that’s the wrong word. What are you willing to do for permission to come?” he asked.

“I—why can’t you just let me come?” she whined.

“Because I want you to ask permission, but I don’t think you’re willing to do that yet. So, what else will you do to show me how much you want it?” he explained patiently.

“That’s not fair!” she protested, but the trickle of arousal running down her inner thigh told him she was finding it all incredibly hot.

“It’s not? It seems fair to me. I give you what you want, and in return… what do you give me?”

“Ohhhhh,” she said as she finally got the gist of what he meant. “What if I sucked your cock? You know how good I am at that,” she reminded him.

As if he needed a reminder. Her oral skills were out of this world, and she’d proven it to him on more than one occasion. He didn’t hesitate to agree, and he settled onto his back with his shaft waving, still hard as a rock as she moved carefully down between his legs.

She seemed concerned that the beads would come out if she moved too quickly, and it amused him to watch her try to crawl while squeezing her cheeks tight around them. But they were seated firmly, deep inside of her, and as soon as she got comfortable between his thighs, he started them vibrating again—before she took him into her mouth. The last thing he wanted was her teeth closing in surprise when he turned it on.

She made a sound that was almost a whimper and then took a deep breath as she adjusted to the sensation. It had to be hard; he could tell that the vibrations rippling through her were dragging her closer to the edge, and without the sharp bite of pain from the spanking to ease her back, it was a race against time, but her mouth felt so good as it went to work on his shaft.

She started by letting her tongue swirl across the tip then just circling the head with little licks and nibbles that had his ass rising off the bed. His hands tried to dig in but found little purchase on the bare mattress, and she looked up and laughed softly.

“My turn to drive you crazy?” she asked in a sweet voice.

He growled and grabbed for the remote, turning the pulse dial to a new pattern and bumping up the speed of the vibrations for good measure. “I wouldn’t take too long teasing, Mari, I’ve got a wicked punishment planned for naughty girls who come without permission.”

She whimpered, shot him a look he didn’t have the focus to decipher, and then she went back to pleasuring him with her mouth. One hand reached down between his spread legs, finding his ball sack, and cupping it gently as her mouth eased over the head of his shaft with a soft sucking sensation. She didn’t show off her ability to take him deep into her throat, though he knew she could, but instead focused there, right at the top, teasing and caressing the sensitive area with her tongue.

It was almost too much, and as he felt his balls tightening up in preparation, she finally moved down the shaft where there were fewer nerves to stimulate. She began to bob her head in short motions, taking him in deeper at an agonizingly slow pace that had his fingernails threatening to shred the pillowtop of the mattress, but ultimately, he had the power, and when he couldn’t stand any more and was ready to hit his peak, all it took was some twiddling with the dials of the beads.

“Better hurry,” he warned her. There was less Dom and more raw animal passion in his rough and hungry voice. She wasn’t doing much better; the beads had her writhing and barely able to focus as they shook and shuddered inside her. It seemed like, for the first time, she was about to mess up a blow job and ruin her reputation as an expert of the sex arts by coming before he did, and he did have such a devilish punishment planned if it happened too.

He was actually a little disappointed that she pulled it together at the last minute, dragged her scattered concentration back into the game and went to work on him. Hollowing her cheeks, she took him all the way into her mouth and really worked her throat muscles around the head of his shaft. He shouted something, probably a curse, but he wasn’t really paying attention to what his mouth was doing because he was too focused on what her mouth was doing.

The climax hit him hard and rolled him under the wave of pure pleasure and there were long moments when he really had no conscious thought as her throat worked quickly around the sensitive tip to swallow the flood of semen so that not one drop spilled, and in doing so, drove him to the edge of his endurance.

One hand slid down, wrapping in her dark hair and tugging to get her to stop when it seemed like she was going to continue teasing the overly stimulated nerves until it killed him. She resisted the tug and he didn’t need to see her face to know she was enjoying driving him crazy. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew that just after climax even the slightest touch made him twitch—and she was taking advantage of his momentary lack of strength to do it anyway.

But it didn’t take much energy to flick both dials on the remote, and he was smirking when she released his shaft hurriedly with a wet slurping sound. He moved to sit up, leaning back on his elbows with difficulty so he could take in her disheveled appearance. A look that might have been impatience crossed her face.

“Please?” she asked.

The extremely careful politeness in the single word told him she was about to climax whether he said yes or not. Luke wasn’t the type of Dom who liked to set a submissive up to fail just so he could punish her. To him that was a betrayal of the trust, and with Amari, especially, he tried to be careful not to shake the carefully built bond between them. A Dom’s place, as he saw it, was to encourage the woman to make the effort to obey, and she’d done that. His body was still throbbing from the results of her hard work, so he smiled down at her tenderly.

“Yes, come for me, Amari,” he said as he tilted her head back with a fist in her hair to see her eyes, so filled with need.

“Now!” It was cliched of course, the demand, but he’d timed it perfectly and she almost seemed about to sob in gratitude as her body shuddered and shook with release, and he got to watch it all as she sprawled between his legs. It was incredible—there was so much expression in her face. All the walls she carefully maintained most of the time crumbled at times like this and he was able to see the raw emotion underneath.

It wasn’t about the orgasm. It was about bringing her to this mental place as a submissive, where she’d struggled hard to obey him and finally earned the reward she sought. Every whimper, every gasp was a gift, though who was giving and who was receiving was up for debate.

When the toys were put away and they’d, belatedly, thrown a sheet across the bed, they curled up together, both sated for the moment, though he’d come to realize that it took very little to awaken the hunger again. For a while they just relaxed in each other’s arms and he didn’t care about the fancy house, or the money—she was his whole world in that moment.

He had something to tell her that he’d been saving until all the stress of moving had died down. It seemed like the perfect time to pull her up tight against his chest and whisper that he loved her—but he couldn’t quite get the words out. There was a tightness in his chest when he tried, and he sighed. It was too soon to say what he was feeling; he might scare her off, but he knew what she would be ready to hear.

“Amari, I’ve decided on my second wish,” he said.

She twisted in his arms to face him, eyes searching as if looking for a joke. “You have? Really?”

“Yes, really. I’ve been trying to make up my mind for a couple of weeks, but well, the money pretty much covers my material possessions, so I thought maybe we’d try something a little different. I’m not sure it’s something your magic can handle but there’s something I’d really love to be able to do…” He stopped there, hesitating.

“What kind of something?”

He shifted, embarrassed. “I’m not sure if it’s a real thing that exists or if that even matters with what you do—but some people claim that they can touch an item and learn its history. It’s called psychometry. I saw a movie about it when I was a kid, and with my interest in antiques and art, I always thought how cool it would be to know more about them…” He trailed off, feeling the heat in his cheeks as he flushed. “Kind of a dumb thing to wish, I guess. I just…”

She didn’t reply and there was an awkward silence that left him wondering if she was laughing internally and thinking he was an idiot.

---