“Step over to the post of the bed,” I said as I pointed to the post at the foot of the bed, on my right, furthest into the room. “Back into it. Face me.”
He obeyed without hesitation, so I went to my closet for a scarf. Grabbing a sheer black long piece of material, I went back to him, gripping and then sliding the silk through my hands as if in threat. I couldn’t keep my urge to smile under control, though, nor my need to giggle. He didn’t break a grin, although I could see the challenge in the tenseness of his cheeks, the thinning of his lips. His face followed suit, a slight heat forming on his cheeks to match what I felt on mine.
“Hands up,” I demanded in a soft voice.
He obeyed graciously, the raising of his arms moving the huge bulge of chest muscles. I thanked my lucky stars that I had splurged a little when buying my bed. I’d gotten a canopy. Though it still had no top on it, the tall posters now served me well. Letting my body press against his for balance as much as to tease, I went up on my tip toes to tie his wrists to the bedpost with my scarf.
Stepping back, I stated out loud, “That’s much better.”
He didn’t slouch against the post. Wood resting at the center of his back and ass, he still stood tall, not rigid, but steady. Adorable. Scrumptious enough to eat. And, I planned on that, on tasting every inch of him.
He only nodded at me in acknowledgement. The hunger in his own eyes had me reaching to remove my own clothes. He growled, a deep grumble, as I threw off my light sweater and slid off my dress. Left in only a bra and heels due to the loss of my panties to him earlier in the evening, I stood at attention myself. Inches from him, we stood there in silent study of each other.
The clock on the bed stand read ten to twelve. It would soon be the witching hour as I took on, took over, this spelled man. After two weeks of absence, we were headed to the third time I’d have him inside of me since just before eight o’clock tonight.
“The witching hour have any effect on that magic of yours?” I asked.
“No,” he stated, voice level, only compliant and giving nothing more.
I’d broken our stalemate, so I finally removed my bra, let my breasts fall heavy to my rib cage. I ran my hands down over my curves, from breast to hips, then forward to my belly. I threw my head back as the music of the low rumbles from him continued. I let my hands slide to my mound, increasing his song of longing, letting it spur me forward as music often did.
Sashaying to him, I let my hands roam the same path over his flesh. I stopped just above his erection, letting just a finger tease down over the tight skin. Watching it jump in reaction, I nibbled on my lower lip. The sounds emanating from me seemed beastly as well. I pondered a moment if they scared him, like they at times took me by surprise.
If they did, he didn’t show it, and I didn’t feel it from him. He just watched my hands when he could keep his eyes open. Letting my hands fall to his hips, I pressed up against him. His cock rested hard against my soft stomach. I kissed his neck, taking my time to move from one side to the other. He didn’t move save for the rise and fall of his chest. It teased my nipples to even harder peaks. With that in mind, I kissed down over his chest. At times I let my tongue run over him, to get a taste of his salty skin. He smelled of woods and light spices. I allowed my tongue to flick out over his nipples until they hardened to tight pebbles themselves. Then, I took to sucking on them, one after the other, back and forth. Before I finished, I let my teeth skim over and off of them. His hips jerked forward then, but he seemed to catch himself.
Looking up into his eyes, I felt as much as heard him as he muttered, “Sorry.”
I shook my head. “You have no need to apologize for reacting to me. While you are being so well behaved, I like the fact that I can also unhinge even you into losing your control.”
“You have no idea what it’s taking not to snatch you up right now. But, I will do as you wish, for making you happy is now priority number one.”
I smiled as I lowered myself to my knees, coming face to face with his hard cock. Moving around the side of it, I kissed the skin all around. He wiggled a bit from time to time, but basically though his groans protested, he stayed still while I explored, played with his body. When a drop of cum formed at the tip, I licked it off. He made a sound like I’d choked him mid-growl. I giggled before letting my tongue circle the thick cut of the head. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I let my tongue run up and down the length of him once again. The skin reddened under my ministrations.