by Dana Donovan
I ran my nails down his back and dragged them backwards along his behind. “No, I didn’t,” I said, and then I squeezed his cheeks hard enough to leave a mark, which, of course, I couldn’t see, but I know I did. “We better hurry, though,” I cooed.
He laid a phantom kiss upon the side of my neck. “Why’s that?”
“Because,” I felt for his ear and nibbled it lightly. “I fear Lilith might walk in on us at any moment.”
“What….” I felt him pull away, and no longer was he invisible. His brows gathered quizzically, the way they do sometimes when I pull at his nose hairs while he sleeps. “Ursula? I thought you went out.”
I locked my fingers together behind his back and pulled him in tightly. “Be calm, Master. Lilith hath gone for the bath this moment hence.”
“The bath?”
“Aye, behind thee when you went for coffee. Hath thou not noticed?”
“No. Thou hadn’t noticed,” he said, and when he tried to get off me I locked my legs around him tighter.
“Please, Master Tony, I beg thee. What pleasures doth thy bring if not for thy own sake? Oh, and it has been so, so long.”
“Look, Ursula, I’m sorry, I thought you were Lilith. You sounded just like her. You look…. Oh, Jesus. I gotta get out of here.”
“Indeed, she hath taught me well the tongue of modern day. But spare thy scorn, kind sir. Am I not desirable to thee, Master Tony?”
“What? No…no, you can’t do this. Lilith will kill us both. Look, I have to go.” He pried himself off me in a not so gentleman-like haste and backed out of the room covering his privates with a pillow. As he turned and scurried off down the hall bare ass, I wondered how I might explain to Ursula the trick I played on him. But then again, maybe it’ll be more fun watching them both if I say nothing to either. Ooh, what impish spite doth lie deep in the wicked bones of a witch.