“I thought you wanted me to hold you?” he asked as he watched me with ravenous eyes.
“I do, right after you own my body and soul,” I answered him, and then spread my legs, wide.
“Naughty little thing; you have no idea what you’re asking for,” he replied.
“I’ve been owned by you since day one, since the first moment you made me come. You’ll have to do better this time,” I grinned. I was baiting the beast, and we both knew it.
He swallowed and then smiled, but it was predatory and feral. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“It is,” I whispered huskily.
One second I was spread out on the bed, and the next he was there, his hands hard as they secured mine in a vicelike grip. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he growled huskily. His timbre vibrated through me and started a wave of heat that unfurled from my stomach and soaked my panties.
“Good, now make me beg,” I continued to taunt him.
I wasn’t prepared for the rope that he glamoured as it wrapped around my hands, and he then lifted me up to a hook that he pulled down from the ceiling. That was something I hadn’t seen in a while! He slipped the ropes through it, and then moved away from the bed.
“I have a few surprises for you,” he answered my unasked question. “Things to torture you sweetly with, things to make you come as well, tell me, Pet. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I answered him truthfully. I wanted him inside of me already, and he knew it. I was greedy when it came to him and the pleasure he gave me.
“Good, but I’m not going to allow it for a while yet. Tonight you’ll need to earn it,” he continued. I watched as he glamoured his clothes off and sat in a chair near the bed. “Tell me, are you wet just wondering what I plan to do to that sweet pink flesh?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“And who owns that pretty flesh?” he asked, and when I hesitated, he paused and looked at me. My body was flooded with magic, thick and powerful magic. My nipples were pulled on, my clit was pinched painfully, and I gagged as something pushed deep into my throat. I moaned and looked at him, and then it was all gone.
“You do,” I whimpered; the feeling of something rubbing against my clit was overwhelming. I moved against it, and then almost growled when he glamoured a chair in front of the bed.
“Good girl. Now, tell me how badly you want to be fucked, and make me believe it.”
“I don’t want it; I crave it. I crave your cock, and I hunger to taste it,” I moaned, and then felt a slight slap on my behind.
“Is that so?” he replied, and I watched as his hand wrapped around his cock. I licked my lips hungrily in reply.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
He moved from the chair and kneeled on the bed, but he wasn’t close enough for my taste. His hand reached up and pulled me down, without unhooking me. I was eye level with his monstrous cock and I moaned with hunger for it.
“Lusty little wench,” he whispered huskily as his cock rubbed over my lips. “You want that, don’t you?” he asked, and yet he didn’t give it to me; instead he held my hair and lifted my face until I was forced to meet his obsidian gaze.