Page 11 of The Darkness in the Magi

“Love what?”

“I love it when you play with me!”

“Play with what?”

I know what he wants me to say. That crude word that I’m not altogether sure is an actual word at all.

“If you don’t tell me what you love right now, I’ll send you to bed and rob you of the release you so crave.”

“I love it when you play with my tits!” I say, hoping he shows mercy.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He releases my breasts, taking away the pleasant sensations of his touch.

“But I did what you asked!” I snap, desperate for more.

“With your hands still on the chair, take a step back, and bend,” he instructs.

Confused, I take a step back and bend, hoping to please him.

He brings his foot between mine, widening my stance. Then he pushes on my upper back, lowering me until my neck is right above the chair back.

Pulling my hips up, he says, “Beautiful.”

My cheeks flush with color when I realize what he’s staring at.

On occasion, I’d walk into the washroom and find the natura magi studying each other. Not salaciously. But like they were studying a book with great interest.

Such things never interested me as I was always engrossed with thoughts of shadow magic. Of the nightmares that begged to be explored.

“Reach down and spread your sex for me,” Lucius instructs.

Offended, I make no move to obey.

“Did you hear me, stygian?” he growls.

I hate what he’s requesting of me.

And I hate that more than anything, I want to do as I’m told.

When I fail to comply, he says, “I know you want to. You’ve opened yourself to me and I feel your desire. Now open your cunt, so that I may taste you and get to know you better.”

Holy wards, this man will be the end of me.

Removing one hand from the chair, I bring it between my legs, placing my index finger on one lip, and my middle on the other.

“See that? You can be good when you want to be,” he says. “Now spread yourself.”

My heart races in my chest, but I do as I’m told, bearing my sex for him.

Lucius kneels behind me. “Good girl. I can feel how much you crave release. Your pussy weeps for it.”

I swallow a thick lump in my throat, but remain quiet.

“If you do as I say and study only what I allow, I’ll show you mercy. But if you ever disobey me, this little state you’re in,” hebrings a finger to my sex, touching a spot that makes me gasp, “will be unending.”

He jiggles at the spot, causing wave after wave of pleasure to course through my body.

“Oh, Magus,” I cry breathlessly.

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