Kiss & Spell

by Eton, Kris

  "The power's back on." His hips bucked up off the bar.

  "So?"

  "Aren't you worried someone will see us?" The pub lighting was dim, but a large, plate glass window faced Main Street. He strained against the ties holding him down.

  With deliberate movements, she undid her halter. The shimmery fabric pooled around her waist. "Let them look."

  "Holy fuck." Although the lights shone directly in his eyes, his pupils were huge. His gaze focused squarely on her naked breasts.

  She shook out her hair, and her breasts jiggled from the movement. She cupped them and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. They hardened into dark pink points. "Do you want me, Justin?" She pushed down, forcing his dick between her pussy lips. God, he was so hard.

  He struggled against the restraints. He raised his body a few inches off the bar, and his fingers curved into claws. "Shit." He fell back. "This is fucking insane."

  She stood, her head almost touching the ceiling. Her pussy throbbed. Quickly, she stepped out of her panties and let her dress fall to her ankles. She kicked it to the floor and stood above him, completely naked. Her cunt was spread and open to his gaze. Filled with desire and a heady sense of power, she stared into his eyes. She couldn't wait to make him beg for it. His desire for her was pure, not spell-induced. A new feeling grew inside—one she didn’t recognize.

  "You’ll do something for me, and then I’ll do something for you."

  He licked his lips, and his gaze roved over her. Chills ran down her spine. "What do you want me to do?"

  She knelt back down, but this time over his chest, her spread cunt lips mere inches from his chin. "Eat my pussy. Make me come with your mouth, Justin."

  He groaned and bucked up again, but his bonds held firm. "I need to touch you. Untie me, and let me touch you. I'll lick you better than any of those other men you've had." His words were fevered, but she knew better than to trust a man in this state of need. Without the spell, he didn't have to obey her. Without the spell, he could walk right out of here. No, he needed to stay right where he was.

  She rose up, moved forward, and centered her split seam over his mouth. "Eat my pussy."

  Chapter Five

  Justin's breath buffeted her sensitive folds, and Marissa shivered. She could hardly wait to feel his tongue on her.

  She lowered herself centimeters at a time. His teeth nibbled at the edges of her cunt lips. She moved lower. His tongue pushed deep into her.

  "Aaaaah." The touch of his soft, wet his tongue against her puffy flesh made her fly apart. She kept her body raised just enough so he could reach her pussy. Her thighs trembled.

  With velvety licks he tortured her labia and clit, making sounds of satisfaction deep in his throat. When he dipped the tip of his tongue into her vagina, the sparks radiated outward. "Oh God, that feels good."

  His licking intensified. The cords in his wrists strained as he pulled against his restraints. His tongue ran around and around her clitoris. She wanted him to go on and on. Never stop. She could hold back her orgasm, wait even longer for blessed release, if only he'd keep licking her like that.

  She focused on the lapping sound of his tongue, her own groans and cries made nearly inaudible by the rush of blood in her ears.

  Lap, lap, lap.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  Her thighs froze in place, and her entire being centered on that small bud of hard flesh hidden beneath her folds. He drew his tongue across it one last time, and she exploded. She gritted her teeth and moved against his tongue, making him press hard against her clit. The orgasm was tight, tight, tight. Centered in her cunt, and then exploding outward in shifting waves. She shuddered.

  Justin continued to lick her and moan into her hot, wet flesh. The echoes of her orgasm continued for several seconds.

  * * *

  Abruptly, Marissa sat up. Justin aimed his gaze at her pussy. It was wet and ready for him. His dick ached. He couldn't wait much longer. "Let me touch you, Marissa. Untie me." He tried to break loose, but his restraints were tight. "God!" He growled in frustration. Her pussy had tasted musky and sweet, and the flavor lingered on his tongue. He wanted more, wanted to split her in half and pound into her. No mercy. Just hard, hard fucking until they both were spent.

  This is how she worked her magic, how she brought men to their knees.

  Those ripe, round tits. The legs that went on and on. A sweet, pink cunt. All of it. He wanted it all. What happened in the morning, he didn't care.

  She cupped her breasts again. Thumbs tweaked her nipples. She cooed in pleasure, riding out the orgasm.

  God, she was gorgeous.

  "Let me fuck you, Marissa."

  She splayed her hands on either side of his head. "Oh, no." She clucked her tongue. "Let me fuck you." She scooted back, leaving a trail of slick wetness down his chest. Her wetness. Her desire for him. "Would you like that?"

  He wanted so badly to sink his fingers into her hips, force her cunt onto his cock. "God, yes."

  She sat on his thighs now, his dick at her mercy. She palmed it, and he grunted. "Hmm, nice and hard." Her hot hand was more than he could bear. "How good that will feel, but first, we have to be smart." She held up a condom. Where did that come from? His mind had not been on protection of any kind.

  She tore open the package and rolled the condom down over his cock. His balls were painfully tight. One sudden move and he might ejaculate all over the bar.

  "There. Ready to go." She lifted up, lined up her cunt with his dick then sank down.

  Heat and pressure surrounded his penis. Blessed, blessed pressure. God, her body gripped him like a vise. A sweet, wet vise. He pumped upward. It felt so good to finally move and to have some sort of control over what happened to his body.

  "Slow down, tiger." She stilled, not allowing him any room to thrust.

  He let out a breath. She was going to be the death of him.

  She began slow, circular movements with her hips, grinding her cunt into him. The pull of her pussy was heavenly. Tight, yet soft. He pumped slowly this time, hoping to please her. Hoping she'd keep going and not leave him frustrated.

  "That's it. Slow, slow, slow. I want to feel everything. Mmm." She rested her hands on the bar and rotated faster. His cock drove deep inside her.

  God, he wanted to grab her around the waist and flip her underneath him. Drive into her like a piston. Lose himself in her body. He struggled again at the ties. "Please let me touch you."

  She smiled and rolled her body forward. She continued to move up and down, but now her face was over his, her hair hanging down, her tits inches from his chest. He thought she would kiss him then. She lowered her mouth to his. He moistened his lips. At the last minute she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Why don't I touch you?" She rubbed her tits across his chest, the hard points of her nipples exciting him more. She followed that with a line of soft kisses down his neck, all the while gyrating her hips and continuing the slide of his dick inside her.

  He needed everything to be harder and faster. "I'm begging you, Marissa, I can't do much more of this." He pulled hard at his restraints. Miraculously, his right arm came free. He wasted no time wrapping it around her waist to force her to move more rapidly.

  The game must've been over at that point, because she didn't even seem to notice he'd touched her. She pressed back against him, driving his cock deeper inside. Her tight walls clamped down, and he grunted at the perfect pleasure of it.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  Above him, her tits swung in his face. He curved his hand around one sweet breast. Incredible. Soft flesh with a puckered nipple. He stroked his thumb across it. Marissa cried out and arched her back. He did that to her. He made her cry in desire. No one else.

  He lifted his hips off the bar to delve deeper into her cunt. His fingers clamped down on her tit, squeezing it.

  Marissa screamed her release, long and loud. He followed seconds later. An enormous burst from his balls to his penis. Release. Beautiful, wonderful sexual re
lease. He groaned at the intense pleasure.

  She fell on top of him, breathing hard. Her hair covered her face. He swept away the dark strands and touched his fingers to her lips. He wanted to feel that soft mouth against his. A final sign he'd conquered her in some way. When he turned his head to seek out her mouth, though, she pulled away.

  "I have to get dressed. You can untie yourself."

  He crinkled his brow. “What?” It was over. Just like that?

  She'd jumped to the floor and slipped back into her dress. "How do I get out of here?"

  He untied his other hand. "You should be able to get out the back." He was in shock. So he was like all the other men. He thought back to earlier in the evening. She'd never had a chance to slip him any drug. She didn't try to knock him out. So how was it that all her other lovers in the past didn’t seem to remember her? Marissa was not a woman who'd be easy to forget.

  "Thanks." She disappeared from view, heading toward the storage room and the back exit.

  "Wait!" He worked at the ties on his ankles. By the time he was free, she was long gone.

  Chapter Six

  Marissa ran out the back door of the pub. Holy shit. What did she just do?

  Justin wasn't one of her entranced bed partners. He was fully aware and completely capable of remembering every last dirty detail of their encounter.

  Carrying her shoes, she jogged barefoot across the parking lot to her car. He'd touched her. He'd almost kissed her. That wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She’d planned to seduce him, show him her kinder, gentler side. Show him she could be loving and sweet. Isn't that what most men wanted?

  The minute she'd felt his hard-on against her back, however, she'd thrown that plan out the window.

  All she knew was hard, rough, and dirty. Now that's all Justin thought she was.

  God, he'd been so thick inside her.

  Her pussy clenched at the memory.

  Knowing that he'd found her attractive and desirable without any spell surprised her.

  Sure, she’d considered herself attractive, but there was a lot more to her than a pretty face. An insatiable need to dominate her sex partners, being one of her many surprises.

  God, he'd never talk to her again.

  She knew what Justin and John thought of her. Before, it didn't matter what people thought. The kiss was her curse. She'd accepted that as her life. She’d never fall in love or be in love, and so she'd shut down that part of her. She’d made sex all about the physical act.

  When Justin had looked her in the eye as she straddled him, his dick buried in her cunt, she saw something more than a blank stare of enchantment. Emotions had passed between them. In the end, it had been less about the release and more about the connection.

  She unlocked her car and sat inside it for a moment.

  Once Justin had untied himself and had a chance to think it over, he'd see she was all wrong for him. Justin wasn't the type to be forced into sexual submission and like it. How many times had he begged to touch her? Begged her to allow him take control?

  She was the experiment gone wrong. A road he wouldn't want to go down again. She was sure of it.

  * * *

  Justin awoke with the mid-day sun bright in his eyes. He rubbed a hand over his face.

  Shit.

  Last night. Marissa.

  He remembered everything. Every last hot, erotic detail.

  Whatever she usually did to the men she slept with hadn't worked on him.

  Other men. That nailed him in the gut. No matter how much they'd shared last night, how deep they'd gone, the encounter hadn’t been special to her. Why did he let things get that far when he knew what kind of woman she was?

  He knew the answer to that question, though. A man could only take so much teasing and touching before he really did think with his dick.

  God, her touching had been electric. He'd never experienced such intimate, intense sex.

  He lifted the sheets and peered down at himself. Clearly, one part of him was ready for a second round.

  Fuck.

  He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As he relieved himself, his cell rang out in the bedroom. He wondered if it was Marissa. His mind flashed to scenes of last night. Her body above his. Each curve perfectly formed. Maybe a little heavy in the hip, but he liked it a little heavier there. The animalistic power in her as she controlled his every move. He never thought that was something he would go for, but with Marissa it seemed right.

  He thought of Jana, his ex. Pedestrian sex by comparison. He never knew it could be so intense. Where he lost all reason.

  When he picked up his phone later, he saw that it hadn't been Marissa who’d called after all. The bar manager had left him a message about last night’s power problem. Since Justin lived in the same neighborhood, his boss wanted to know if the power had ever come back on.

  Disappointment knifed through him.

  He needed to talk to Marissa. Why was he different from all of her other conquests? Why did he remember everything?

  He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. He had no idea where she lived, but he did know she liked that coffee house down from the pub where she'd bought him a cup of joe. He'd seen her in there before.

  It was worth a shot.

  * * *

  The hot, bitter coffee complimented the sweet muffin perfectly. Although past noon, Marissa had only recently awakened. Living as a witch she had no need of a nine-to-five job. Important things like a house, food, and clothing could be produced in a matter of moments with a magical spell. The coffee never tasted this good, though, when she made it appear with magic.

  As her cover story, she pretended to be in sales, which allowed her to travel without question. She could be gone from the neighborhood for days at a time when ceremonies were in order or she needed to attend the rare coven meeting.

  Witches preferred a solitary lifestyle. At least, that's what Marissa had been raised to believe by her mother, and she'd stuck with that truth. She used her magical kiss for sexual satisfaction, like her mother had. In fact, her conception had been a very well-timed and pre-planned seduction with a prime male specimen. Poof! Nine months later, Marissa came into the world.

  Not once did she remember her mother looking for more than a faceless sex partner. Her mother had convinced her humans were good for a fuck every now and then, but not much else. Her mother took her satisfaction when necessary. For Marissa, the arrangement had grown less than satisfactory.

  If witches were meant to be alone, then why did she feel the pull to find a more permanent relationship?

  "Marissa," a familiar voice rumbled behind her.

  What was Justin doing here? How did he find her? She held her breath. In a matter of moments he would come into view. What emotions would she see in his expression? Disgust? Hatred? Butterflies mounted an attack on her insides. Since accepting the bet, this was the first time she regretted her decision. She gripped her coffee cup as if it were a life raft.

  Justin slid into the seat across from her. The muscles rippled under his t-shirt as he reached for the sugar packets. "Is it okay if I join you?" He, too, had a cup of coffee, but he'd chosen a donut as a companion for it.

  "I guess so." Where did her usual over-confidence go? Incredibly, the burn of a blush crept into her cheeks. She never blushed.

  He shook two packets of sugar, tore them open, and dumped them into his coffee. "Why did you run away last night?"

  Memories of riding his cock filled her brain. The hot, thick slide of him. She blinked and bit her lip. "What do you want me to say? It was nice."

  He quirked a brow. "It was nice?" He stretched and settled his arms on the back of the booth seat. "Yikes, you sure know how to bring a guy down." His gaze sought out hers. "I would say it was a little more than 'nice,' but what do I know? Clearly, I'm not the first guy you've done that to."

  Lord, he just really laid it all out on the table, didn't he? Got right to the core of it. "I've
never tied anyone down to a bar before, if that's what you're getting at."

  He smiled, and his eyes grew dark. "That was a first for me, too." He cleared his throat. "Look, I know your game. John and I have been watching you for months. You take a different guy home every night. But the thing is, Marissa . . . ." He let out a breath. "The thing is, when I see those guys the next day or even the day after, they don't remember you. They act as if they've never seen you before. I don't know what you're doing to them . . . drugs, or something else . . . but why can I remember everything?" He ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth and waited for her answer.

  Marissa flashed back to last night. An image of him with his tongue in her pussy filled her mind. He was right. He remembered it all, and here he was, not frightened of her, not afraid of what they'd done together. Instead, he was asking her why his experience had been different. Her shame at the demands she'd made of him came bubbling to the surface. Her fears of rejection. Her confusion about what loving someone really meant. It wasn't just sex, it was something more. But how did she move from great sex to a great relationship? She had no idea.

  It would be easier to give up and deal with what she understood. She could kiss Justin right here, right now and have him one last time before she'd have to give him up permanently. She could return to the solitary witch life she knew and avoid dealing with these complicated feelings and emotions.

  "Do you want to know?" She leaned forward. "Do you really want to know why, Justin?" She tucked her knees under her so she could stretch farther across the table. She focused her gaze on his mouth. Kissing him would be so easy. So simple.

  Justin's brow wrinkled, but he also leaned forward.

  "A little closer." She could feel his warm breath on her face. "I want to tell you a secret."