Page 49 of Soul of a Witch

“You need someone to control you,” she said, and I quickly nodded. “Do rules make you feel safe?”

The question made me bristle, and my pride wanted to deny it. But her asking was innocent, and she was right. Lucifer’s commands had once made me feel safe, until I lost my faith in him to lead. My commanders’ control once comforted me, until I rose through the ranks more swiftly than I was prepared for, and suddenly, the control was in my hands.

Control came with responsibility. It made me not only a leader but a protector. A master over my warriors but a servant to their well-being.

I didn’t want to think about that. I didn’t want to dwell on all the ways I’d failed.

“Callum.”

Her voice brought me back to reality, and I recalled she’d asked me a question.

“Nothing is safe,” I muttered. “But if I can’t be safe, I can at least be useful.”

Some things were better left unsaid. It worried me how easily I could blurt things out to her.

She gyrated her hips, grinding herself against me. I clenched my hands into fists so I wouldn’t seize her and flip her.

“You get to be useful by being my seat while I get off.” Her voice trembled, already on the edge. “Don’t touch. Don’t struggle. Just watch.”

“At least let me fucking touch you —” I snarled, only for her to slap me again and send me spinning off into floaty bliss.

“Do as I told you, Callum. If you’re good, maybe I’ll fuck you like you asked.”

Every time her tongue formed my name, it made me shiver. She didn’t need to force me to obey. My pleasure came from my sacrifice: from foregoing what I desperately wanted for the sake of obedience.

I lay there salivating, drunk on arousal as she got herself off. I watched her in awe, cursing as much as I begged. Her legs clenched around me, her breath shuddering, as I writhed beneath her.

I would accept her torture willingly, thankfully. The only sounds coming out of me were animalistic growls of desperation.

Everly withdrew her hand from between her legs, holding up her two fingers as she watched my face. The digits glistened with her arousal, as she brought her fingers to my mouth and slid them inside. Closing my lips around her, I sucked. She watched me with fascination and gasped when I clenched my teeth, not hard enough to hurt but enough to tease.

“I want to try it,” she said. “I want to fuck you.”

She was holiness and blasphemy all in one. A goddess of desire and innocence.

She allowed me to undress her slowly, taking my time to worship every inch of her. Kisses she responded to with praise, but smacked the back of my head when I would nip at her skin, giggling when I did it anyway.

“I would build a temple for you if I could,” I said, dragging my nose along her skin as I inhaled. “Lock you away like a gilded goddess and worship at your feet for eternity.”

“I bet you say that to everyone you’re with,” she said.

Clutching her hips, I planted a kiss beside her navel.

“I’ve been alive too long to speak idly,” I said. “I’ve uttered those words to no one else.”

Grabbing the toy from the bed, I tightened the straps around her hips, ensuring it was comfortable and secure. She swung it playfully, laughing when her cock slapped against my cheek.

“Did you get lube?”

Pressing my lips to the tip of her cock, I said, “I make my own.”

She inhaled as I took her into my mouth. My jaw stretched around it and my saliva thickened as I sucked, coating the surface. She didn’t take a single breath as she watched me, only exhaling when I drew back and grinned up at her.

“Wow.” She was barely able to bring her volume above a whisper. “That was — you’re — holy shit.”

Stroking the forked sides of my tongue around her cock, I said, “Fuck me, Mistress. Please. Where do you want me? On the floor? Or on the bed?”

She straightened her back, seeming to remember who was in charge here.

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