Page 83 of Soul of a Witch

“Don’t you like it?” she teased. She lightly stroked the very tip of my cock, making me twitch. “Do you want more?”

I nodded rapidly. But her smile was too wicked to be reassuring.

She leaned close enough that I felt the warmth of her breath. She withdrew her hand from me, slick with her saliva and my own precum, and reached around to stroke the lubrication over my hole.

“Fuck yourself,” she said. “Squeeze two fingers inside your ass and make yourself moan for me.”

As I obeyed, the movement of my arms tightened the rope around my neck. My muscles were taut, and the penetration burned, but I savored the pain. My fingers squeezed past the knuckles and a strangled sound choked out of me.

Everly was watching me with wide eyes. Her breathing quickened as I groaned, and she cupped my face in her hands.

“Such a good boy,” she murmured.

I shook my head, nearly rabid with desire, pain, and longing. “Not good. Fucking failed you.”

She spoke so tenderly, so goddamngently.“You’re doing so well for me, Callum. Obeying me even though it hurts. Mm, I like that expression on your face. Like it’s too much…and not enough.”

I leaned into her hand, shuddering as I pumped my fingers. She stood up, and another throttled sound escaped me as she stood there holding my head. Encouraging me. Praising me.

“That’s it. Push them a little deeper. Now all the way out…and push them in again. So good.”

My cock was leaking on the floor, and every thrust of my fingers made it worse. I was aching to be touched. But she stepped back and sat in the chair again; a victorious queen on her throne, drenched in blood. She spread her legs, resting the crook of her knee up on the arm of the chair as she pulled up her skirt.

She tugged her panties to the side. Fuck, she looked delicious. Pink and glistening with arousal, soft blonde curls covering her. The keening sound I made was humiliating, ravenous with desire. The whimper of a dog who’s been denied food.

She curled her finger at me. “Crawl to me, demon.”

Every movement tugged the rope around my throat, keeping it tight. I knelt at her feet, and she guided my head closer, bringing it to rest against her thigh.

“Keep fucking yourself.”

I was going to lose my goddamn mind. The blood staining her clothes, the sweat on her skin, the sweetness of her arousal – I could smell it all. It made me tingle as if I’d inhaled a drug, my veins running so hot that my vision grew blurry.

Turning my head, I clamped my sharp teeth into her soft skin. She gasped, withing in the chair, hands clenching on the arm rests. But her gasp of pain dissolved into a moan of pleasure as I broke the skin.

The magic in her blood was so sweet. Like honey filling my mouth.

“Careful…” She gripped my hair, guiding my head closer to the apex of her legs. I closed my mouth over her like I was starving, straining against the rope around my neck. I lapped my tongue over her clit, savoring her, encouraged by every little groan and whimper she gave me.

She was panting, her hand fisted in my hair.

“Keep your fingers deep inside,” she said, her voice faint with pleasure. “Don’t stop until you make me come.”

Her control calmed my mind. The beast inside me that wanted to rage and destroy needed a master who could soothe it, contain it,tame it. All the failures that weighed on me, all the memories I tried to forget, were buried instantly by one desire.

Obey her. Please her. Serve her.

She shuddered beneath my tongue, her eyes fluttering closed. She rolled her hips and I moaned against her, making her squirm in ecstasy.

When she came, her thighs squeezed around my head. Her muscles pulsed, and she trembled, gripping my hair so tight it ached.

My face was wet with her, and I licked the taste of her from my lips, my chin. She sat there for a moment in silence as she recovered, breathing slow and deep, a little smile on her face.

She straightened up slowly, tucking her wild hair back from her face. She lay her hand against my cheek for a moment, murmuring, “You’re such a good boy. You use your tongue so well. Are you still fucking yourself for me?” I nodded, cock aching.

Then she said, “Re-tie your wrists in front of you.”

I repositioned my arms. My cock jutted up between my fingers, my claws twitching with the need to touch myself.

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