Page 35 of Soul of a Witch

He shoved my other leg up, pressing my thigh close to my chest just as he had with the other one. But when he stood up, hands no longer gripping me, I was left confused as to why I still couldn’t lower my legs.

Slim black ropes were wrapped around my limbs, binding my calves to my thighs to keep them folded up. There were also ropes around the armrests, binding my legs to them too, forcing them to stay spread open. Callum leaned his hands against either side of the chair, looking down at me as he ran that wicked forked tongue over his lips.

“Wrapped up like a little present,” he said. “Just for me.”

“How did you do that?” I gasped.

“I created them,” he said simply. “Magic is simply influencing the chemical compounds around you, nudging the atoms to do what you want. Influencing aether takes practice and time. But I’ve had a lot of time.”

“Teach me how,” I said suddenly. “I want to learn how to do that.”

His grin remained, one hand lazily reaching down to lift my chin. “One lesson at a time. Someday I’ll teach you how to tie me up as nicely as you please, but today’s lesson is about pleasure. How pleasure can be ecstasy, and how it can be torture.”

With one hand still holding my chin, the other disappeared lower, outside my range of vision. His claws stroked over my panties, and a single finger came to rest on my clit. My breath hitched as he moved the digit in a slow, firm circle. Embarrassment demanded I close my legs, but the ropes wouldn’t allow it. They kept me spread and his finger on my chin kept my eyes on his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough, but reverent. His finger pressed a little harder, a little faster. “Perfect for me to ruin.”

His finger kept playing, rubbing my clit with a single-minded determination; he was going to make me come, and he hadn’t even gotten my panties off yet. A second finger joined the first, massaging me, and the additional stimulation had my bound legs twitching.

“A little appetizer before the main course,” he said, dark eyes staring into mine as my mouth gaped open in shock. “I’m not taking these panties off until you’ve soaked them.”

I moaned helplessly. He never let me look away, not even for a moment. When my toes curled and my cries became more urgent, he hummed and moved the hand on my chin lower, to my throat.

“Let me see how pretty you are when you come,” he said. “Go on. Come for me.”

The build-up had been slow and steady until my peak. Then, it was like my body shattered, tensing, shaking, every bit of me taut until —fuck— bliss. Muscles limp, my core vibrating, my bound legs straining as the orgasm crashed into me. I’d made myself come before, but when it was by someone else’s hand, the experience was stunningly different. Breathtaking.

“You are too exquisite. You smell so fucking good.”

In a daze, my vision blurred, I nodded mindlessly through the aftershocks. He tore my panties away, and jerked my hips toward him.

He knelt between my legs. His face was so close; he’d be able to see everything, and I wanted to cover my face with my hands.

“Please!” I gasped, and he went still, arching up a single eyebrow in question. “Please, I want…” I couldn’t form the words. “I’m sorry, I need —”

“Ah! What did I tell you?” He was practically vibrating with excitement, his movements becoming quicker. “Didn’t I warn you about apologizing? Hm?” I whimpered again, nodding. “Well, I’m so sorry to say, but I’m a demon of my word. I have to punish you for that.” The ropes tightened, and my arms were pulled up by an invisible force, extending them above my head along the back of the chair. Ropes slithered around my wrists like serpents, locking me into place.

Softer now, the demon said, “If you want your punishment to stop, ask for mercy. Repeat it for me now, say the word.”

“Mercy,” I said, the word feeble.

“There’s my good girl. Remember that.” The light grew dimmer, until Callum was nothing more than a dark silhouette looming over me. “What did I say would happen if you apologized to me again?”

Gulping in apprehension, I said, “You said you’d eat me.”

His laughter filled the space, echoing unnaturally off the walls. “Oh, yes. I’m going to eat you alive.”

Then he knelt, and his mouth closed over me. His tongue stroked over my clit, my labia, my vagina — then pressed inside. The heat and suction of his mouth, combined with the entirely new sensation of a forked tongue twisting inside me, left me gasping.

“Oh, God…Callum!” My toes curled as perfect orgasmic bliss flared through me again. The ropes subtly glowed violet against my skin, digging in as I fought against them, unable to move. His tongue pressed deeper, stroking inside me until my eyes rolled back, probing in and out.

“This is what happens.” His voice rumbled around me despite his mouth being occupied, like he was speaking directly into my head. “To naughty witches who try to play with dangerous things.”

I cried out, trembling in ecstasy. When his mouth finally left me, I was panting, my head light. He stood up, leaned over me, and squeezed my face with one hand as he held up two fingers with the other.

He retracted his claws, then slipped his hand between my legs…

The noises he drew out of me were so lewd that my face burned. He stretched me slowly, gently, and when his fingers were sunk in as deep as they would go, he drew them back and pressed in again.

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