Page 19 of Nix and Tell

I’m technically in charge, technically the one with all the ‘doing’ actions, but I’m paying such close attention to her, to her reactions, that it’s as if she’s silently directing the scene herself.

The rope is tight against her skin now, and when I let the jute run down between her legs, I let the magic dissipate, taking it in my hands.

“No cheating here?” she whispers.

“I want to touch you before the rope does,” I explain. My fingertips brush against downy curls and she moans now, the first proper moan she’s emitted and it’s electrifying. I want to hear it again.Needto hear it again. Beneath her curls is her clit, and when I stroke it she moans and her body jerks in the rope.

“Again,” she orders, and I stroke again and again, my fingers becoming slick with her desire.

I pause for a moment, to tie a knot in the rope that will kiss her just there, and she growls in frustration.

She. Actually. Growls.

“Did I tell you stop?” she demands, and I can’t tell if I want to brat her until she makes me beg mercy, or just fall at her feet and worship now.

I offer her the knot in the rope and she grumbles at me. “Okay, yes, that is very acceptable, but hurry up please. I would like to feel that now.”

I’m careful as I tuck it beneath her legs, and then roll her onto her side, so that she can grind against it as I move the rope back and forth in tiny, miniscule details.

“Look at me,” she says, and I position myself so I can watch her pleasure, and see her face at the same time. “Look at what you do to me Chlo.”

Her whole body is flushed pink, nipples rosy and cheeks flushed. Her breathing is more erratic and she’s close, I can tell that she’s close.

“Come here.”

I come so close that I can feel her eyelashes flutter against my skin, and then she’s nudging my head to one side andfuck.

She bites my neck as she comes.

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Violet

Ican see why Trisantona wanted us to offer up sex magic to her. This is powerful.

This is everything.

Chlo makes the most adorable noise when I bite her, but I’m not done yet. I want another orgasm, and I want to tease her until she comes apart beneath my hands.

“Rope off?” I ask her quietly, and damn if the ropes don’t just fall off me in an instant. That’s a very handy party trick.

“One of these days, I say to her, you’re going to tie yourself up for me, and then I’m going to play with you as much as I want.”

She emits another of those delicious noises, and then I’m clambering over to her, wresting her jacket from her person.

“You do know that I can just magic my clothes off,” she says, offhand.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, taking my time with the buttons of her shirt. Flicking each one open with a deft wrist, I savour the shiver that runs through her. It’s compounded when I take my index finger, and run the nail down between herbreastbone. It leaves a stark red line, and the hiss she makes is so delightfully pleasing.

“You want to undress me?” she asks.

“Want to? Chlo, I’mdyingto see where those beautiful scales of yours are hiding.” There are some on her neck–not the side I bit, I wasn’t sure if that would harm her–and more are revealed as I peel off her clothes. Some over her left breast, some on her arms, a shimmering patch of violet on her inner thigh that make her gasp as I run my fingers over them.

I hope she’s as sensitive everywhere else as she is here.

Undressing Chlo is a treat, pert breasts that are the perfect mouthful for me. I lean down and just when my mouth is mere millimetres from her nipple, I pull back. “What do you want?”

“Huh?”

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