Page 33 of Dottie's Forbidden Wizard
"I must be off. I'll come for breakfast tomorrow, Mira." Gigi waves goodbye before disappearing in a puff of pink smoke.
My mother kisses her daughter-in-law's cheek and waves her finger to dry Dottie's blouse in no time. Dottie grins as Mom heads inside to get all the goodies ready for a sleepover at Nana's house tonight.
Ten years ago, Gigi shut down her entire factory after the coercion spell came to light and had every top wizard in the land working day and night to come up with a counter-spell. Alibaster's spells always require a sacrifice, so reversing them can be dangerous and downright deadly. They are among the most complicated of dark magic.
It took almost an entire year, but my mother was cured. Mom said that the day she and my father had their first date, he took her to a little cafe in Fable Forest. She knew immediately she couldn’t marry him, but by the time they came home, she was convinced he was the love of her life. She remembers much of my childhood, but as the years went on and my father grew increasingly greedy and desperate for her power, he took more and more from her. Over time, it put her in a twilight existence—something my father explained away as an addiction to alcohol and medication until the day he revealed the truth.
It was as if Mom awoke from one of those dreams where you’re endlessly trying to find the right door to escape, but somethingkeeps derailing you. She was exhausted and slept for a week, but true to her spirit as a healer, she didn’t dwell on the past or the years she lost. Instead, Mom chose to be grateful for the life she had left as a powerful witch—the reason my father was willing to give up years off his life to bind her to him. We changed our last names to Boncharme, erasing any connection to the infamous non-magical wizard who will go down in infamy in the Land of Oz.
After getting her daughter back, Gigi retired and named me the new CEO of theBoncharme Wellnessempire. She stayed on as a consultant for a year and now serves on the advisory board. I’ve grown the company twofold over the years. I've even worked with Granger to source locally based products for a new line of lotions and made it affordable to all in the land.
When I left Oz all those years ago, my job was to gather the necessary ingredients for the truth serum—a spell almost as complicated as the coercion spell requiring generations of bloodlines. I practiced my skills away from my father, spending years on a remote island and harnessing my abilities to combine forces with my grandmother to create the serum. That day in the woods with Dottie, I was gathering the final bushel of licorice flowers and staying out of Griselda and my father's cross-hairs. As Gigi put it, the more rope they had to hang themselves with, the better.
"You look handsome." Dottie eyes me appreciatively as we find ourselves alone for once. She makes a slow perusal of my body before planting her lips on mine.
I squeeze my beautiful wife to me, and she squeals into my mouth as I grip her ass through her leggings. "Can't wait to see these on the floor later," I whisper in her ear.
"I'm not sure why I bother getting dressed at all." She smirks, her eyes warm with amusement.
We’ll spend tonight at our little cabin in the woods, and I’ll take my time worshipping her incredible body, which has given us two beautiful children. But first, I have a surprise for her.
I take out my wand and open a portal on the ground. Dottie loops her arm around my neck, burying her face against my chest, and we hop in together.
When we emerge on the other side, I turn Dottie around, and she blinks out at the scene before us.
"Is that a giraffe? It's purple!" she exclaims. "Oh, my god."
A teal blur flies by us, landing in a tree, and her squeals of pleasure are enough to have me reaching for her, slotting my hands in my favorite spot on her waist.
"A sugar glider!" Her eyes dart from one animal to the next as she points out the pink peacocks, chartreuse capybaras, and glittery panda cubs. I’ve gathered a variety of animals of all colors, roaming a small pasture. All on loan, with handlers nearby.
"We'll bring the kids here tomorrow, but I thought we could have dinner tonight and enjoy the view." I lean down to kiss her neck, and a small moan escapes her lips when I squeeze her, making my cock thicken immediately. I pull Dottie's peachy ass against my cock, grinding her against me as I continue to kiss her neck, shoulder, arm—anywhere her soft skin is on display.
Dottie turns, looping her arms around my neck. "I can't wait to do this, but you need to feed me first."
I grin. "Your wish is my command, love."
I wave my hand, and a small table set for two appears to our right.
Dottie's eyes light up as she takes in the roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, all prepared by the finest chef in the land, who happens to be her best friend, Toto. "Oh, yes."
She sits, grabbing a buttery roll and looking up at me in pure delight.
I sit on the other side of the table, reaching underneath my seat to pull out a rectangular box. "Before we eat, one more present."
"Ooh, are those shoes?" Dottie claps her hands in delight and reaches over the table with a huge grin.
I love spoiling her, and her obsession with fancy shoes makes my job incredibly easy. "You needed these."
Dottie pulls the box onto the table in front of her and lifts the lid. "Oh, they’re gorgeous," she breathes out, lifting the nude mesh stilettos with the red-bottomed soles out of the box.
She turns them in every direction, rubbing her fingers reverently over the scattered rhinestones. Putting them back in the box, she stands, walks over to me, and pulls me to my feet. She picks up the box and hugs it to her chest as she grabs my hand and tugs me toward the treeline.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"To the cabin. Now. Or those sparkly pandas will see something they’re way too young to witness."
She stands by the tree, motioning toward it and tapping her foot impatiently. "Open a portal."
