Page 5 of Cursed Desires
Chapter Five
Iwash my bedding,and we spend the day talking at length about Salem and what it was like to live during the time of the Witch Trials.It makes me wholeheartedly glad to be born in the twentieth century.Not only because of the horrors of the persecutions and the way women were treated, but because I realize just how much I take for granted on a daily basis.Easy access to clean water, hot showers, electricity, fresh food, medication, and modern transport...It’s certainly insightful to hear all about it from someone who actually lived through that period in time firsthand.
Soon the sun is setting, and I disappear into the shower to prepare myself for our impending evening of salacious entertainment.Salem wants to watch me bathe again, but I waggle my finger and lock the door.Being caught in the throes of passion is one thing, but having your lover watch as you shave and clean your various nooks and crannies?Yeah, no.We’re not that familiar yet.In fact, the thought is downright awkward, made even more bizarre by the fact it’d be a sleek black cat perving on me instead of a gorgeous guy.
Perfumed, cleansed, and smooth—everywhere—with my long red hair damp and spiraling to my waist, I emerge from the bathroom dressed in nothing but my fluffy robe and a smile.A moment later Salem, still in cat form, slinks into the bathroom after me.Amused, I busy myself with scrunching my hair, and lighting scented candles around my cottage styled bedroom.Their fragrance fills the space, and I sigh, deeply content.Yet, beneath the surface, I’m buzzing with nervous sexual energy.Finally settling down on my bed, I slip under the covers in nothing but my birthday suit and wait, playing through our impending time together in my mind.
Before long, I hear the hot water shut off and a knot forms in my stomach.Don’t be ridiculous, I chastise myself.He’s already seen you naked.He’s fucked you up the ass!There’s no reason to be getting shy now.
The bathroom door swings inward and Salem steps into my bedroom very much a cursed man in the flesh.With the same piercing molten gold eyes, wavy shoulder length black hair, and a black-skinned body so breath-takingly sculpted as to make me physically salivate.He’s just perfect.“Hello, Mara,” he says, his voice full of dark promise.He swaggers toward the bed and me, his cock already stiffening proudly to full mast, his tail swishing behind him.
I swallow the butterflies that threaten to escape my throat and smile.“Hi,” I answer sheepishly, every inch of my skin tingling with electricity.
Salem closes the space between us and throws back the covers to reveal my naked body.A fiery hunger blazes behind the Harvest Moon hue of his gaze, and he prowls over me, his hard cock pressing against my warm skin.
I gasp as he takes control with complete confidence—a true Alpha.
He pins my wrists to the pillows and roughly spreads my legs with his knees, manhandling me like a stalker finally claiming his victim in a dark alley.Then his hot mouth is plundering mine, and his tongue snakes in, devouring me as if he were ravenous—as if my taste were the only thing he’s ever desired in all his long years.
Wetness dampens my inner thighs, and I moan against his lips, the need to feel him buried deep within me clawing at my plan, desperate to tear it to shreds.No!I wriggle valiantly, grinding my cunt against his hardness, only to break our kiss.“Let me up,” I murmur against his ear, nipping at his lobe with my teeth.“I want to play.”
Intrigue flashes in his beautiful eyes and he releases my wrists, retracting his curved claws, his gaze narrowed, his long black tail twitching.“You want to play?”he asks curiously.
Rising, I take Salem by the shoulders and in one smooth motion I swiftly rotate, pushing him down onto the bed and to the space I just occupied.“Yes,” I say.“I want to play.And you’ll behave yourself, mister.”
Salem growls, his beautiful eyes focused on my kiss-bruised lips.“I can’t make such a promise, lovely.Not with a flame-haired beauty straddling me and painting my cock with her sweet juices.”
I bite my lip, and crawl backward, down between his legs, until I’m where I want to be, on my knees before his black cock.“I bet it’s been a while since you’ve enjoyed one of these,” I tease, lowering myself further.My tongue languidly swirls around his soft, firm head with practiced precision.Giving oral has always been one of my personal kinks—and I’m very good at it.Inspecting his cock, I pause, my fingers alighting down his length.“Where are your spines?”I ask, surprised by the smoothness of his flesh.
Salem groans as he tips his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.“They answer to my will, pretty witch,” he answers.“Do you want a spiky cock in your mouth?”
I shake my head and grin.“No, thank you.Smooth is good for the moment.”I moan as I continue my exploration.He must be about eight inches long, and nice and thick.By far the biggest I’ve handled in some time.I reach back with one hand to pull my hair over my shoulder, removing it as a hindrance to my wicked ministrations.I take his shaft in my left hand, slowly stroking him from the middle down to his base as I duck down, the warmth of my mouth enveloping him.
My cursed lover growls in ecstasy, his ripped abdominal muscles flexing beneath me.With a pleased smile I drop lower, until I’m taking half of him into my mouth, his tip just touching the back of my throat.Then I get to work.I’ve always been a natural at giving deep throat.It’s one of the few sexual talents of which I’m particularly proud.I don’t choke—ever—no matter how much cock I must swallow.But when I do, it’s because Iwantto.It’s by choice ...because I’m having fun pushing my limits and purposely triggering my gag reflex to increase my partner’s pleasure.
With longer and longer strokes I take every inch of him, until he’s down my throat and threatening my precious airway.I hold Salem there as my throat spasms around him, my muscles tightening and contracting, undulating around his cock the way a feasting python would coax prey down to its belly and certain doom.Only my spasming throat promises nothing short of a blissful and all-consuming erotic release.
