by Erin R Flynn
I swallowed loudly but the spell made me when I hesitated, taking it all off as fast as I could.
Damn, she was powerful, as I’d never felt a compulsion spell this instant before. Not that I’d felt many, but this was like next level.
“Lay down,” she commanded next. I did and her eyes were hard now that I could see them. “You don’t ever pull that shit with me again.”
I couldn’t nod because I was still doing as she said, but I would have and I had a feeling she knew that. She took off my glasses and set them on the nightstand before moving onto the bed with me and straddling my head, her wet pussy right above my lips.
Shit, she’d gotten turned on bossing me around. That was seriously hot.
“Answer freely. Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Then eat.” She moaned as I licked her, my dick twitching she tasted so amazing.
Fuck, I knew she would. I couldn’t see her well because her skirt blocked the light but I wanted to. I so wanted to see her bare pussy. I groaned against her when she grabbed my cock. “You are one ball of repressed everything and ridiculous control, Mr. Dom trying to order me around.
“Here’s a thought. If you want someone, tell them. Don’t act like you didn’t fuck them. Don’t be a control freak and just be a person. Don’t judge and be all overly stern like that helps anything.
“Don’t get all pissy because you want me. Don’t stalk me to work when we both know you don’t need to be here to do all the job. Don’t stay and listen to men fucking me and then blame me for all of it.”
I stuck my tongue in her pussy as if that was my apology. She stroked me faster, her skin feeling like perfection against me, and she knew exactly how I liked and wanted to be touched as she ground her pussy against my face.
“There’s no reason not to be honest, you brat. Just fucking tell me you want me,” she bitched. “I have tonight free since Travis has a friends party thing. I would have thought about playing with you instead, but now you pissed me the fuck off and it’s not just pushing your buttons. You talk to me like that in my own house and now you’ll be punished. You’ll be trained and hard, so get ready for it.”
I moaned as if that was any sort of answer, but my options were limited and all the blood was in my cock.
“Lick every fucking drop,” she gasped before she came. I lapped up her juices greedily, wanting nothing but more of them and her. When she finished she kept stroking me. “Orgasm.”
And I did.
The woman actually ordered an orgasm out of me and I honestly didn’t know if it was the spell or just I was so into her. I came hard, agreeing with her when she said I didn’t deserve it or her pussy.
When I was done she moved off of me and put back on my glasses, giving me a hard look.
“Take a bit and cool your head before you come back downstairs. But you better have something important to say to me or you might become fertilizer for my farm. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my chest heaving from my orgasm and my cock still rock hard for her.
She spun on her heel and stormed out of there. I bit back a moan. She’d even kept the fucking heels on while she’d rode my face.
Jesus, she was so fucking sexy and perfect… And understandably pissed at me.
Fuck. I was really in trouble because all I wanted was more even if she played with me like that.
I took a few minutes and realized she was right but also wrong, and I needed to explain that part before she thought even worse about me.
If that was possible. And given the text I received when I picked up my pants, I really was going to have to do some groveling.
I cleaned up in the attached bath and redressed before heading downstairs. She looked up from what she was doing when I entered the kitchen, an expectant look on her face.
I swallowed loudly and moved over to her. She turned to face me and stared up at me, her gaze unwavering.
“I’m sorry.”
“For?”
I licked my lips as I reminded my dick to stop paying attention to how gorgeous she was. “For being disrespectful of you. My reaction to what you wore is on me, not you. I let myself be teased and feel what I did. You’re right that I am a control freak and I snapped and you didn’t deserve that.”
“Good, but you—”
“But you’re wrong on the reason,” I interjected, wanting that cleared up. “I know I’m stern and a dick and a control freak, but I am not some Dom guy. I mean, I come off that way but—”
“Take a deep breath,” she whispered gently, realizing this was hard for me and more than she’d understood. “For the record, you’re not in deeper shit with me and getting a harsher punishment because you’ve been helping and I see you want to do good. So I’m not going to turn you into a duck.” She waited until I nodded. “Anything you want to say you should have Monday?”
I let a slow breath, knowing what she was doing and appreciating it. “Yes, your eyes looked extra amazing when you wore that mint-colored top.”
“Good boy,” she praised with a smirk. “Anything else?”
I groaned softly. “That jumper you wore Tuesday was everything. Your legs and your ass peeking out were just… Everything.” I didn’t wait for her to push anymore. “And that Mrs. Claus outfit. No man deserves to see you in that. No man. It was magical in a way that had nothing to do with you being a witch and made just for you.”
“Good boy,” she purred, preening at the praise. “What else about Wednesday? Tell me what you should.”
Damn, she knew. I leaned in closer so my chin brushed her forehead. “I came harder from jerking off listening to them in bed with you than any other woman has made me come from anything they’ve done to me.”
“Oh really?” she cooed. “Wow, that was more than I’d thought you’d tell me, Mr. Control. And for the record, that’s hot. That could have gotten you deep inside of me after they left if you’d been a good boy.” She chuckled when I moaned. “Anything else?”
“I cannot stop seeing your big tits bouncing like they did yesterday when you walked around wearing that tiny top. And this, this today is the most perfect one so far. It’s fucking see through. I can see you’re not wearing panties. I can see the lace of your bra and where your nipples are. This cannot be something worn in public.”
“Oh, I have,” she chuckled. “It’s my best outfit to fuck with bad boys.” She angled her head up so she kissed my chin. “I had a lot of fun breaking you and you held out longer than any before, so I’m going to enjoy your patience as that’s a good thing, but you need training and to be punished. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, yes, I need whatever you say,” I agreed, her body pressing into mine, and I would have agreed to anything, including giving her vital organs she felt so perfect.
“Now what happened that made you have such a need for control?” she asked gently, moving my hand to her ass as if knowing I wouldn’t get upset if the blood was a bit split between places in my body.
I leaned my forehead down to hers. “I’m the opposite of that guy you said. My mother isn’t the human, but my father was. I was an accident with a random human and her shame. She didn’t want her family to know so she hid me. She—we were always moving, always the crazy. She was always stuffing me somewhere or leaving me alone too long. I never had normal and a real parent. I had—”
“A severely fucked up childhood, I get it,” she murmured, kissing my nose. “I’m sorry you did. I’m sorry that’s twisted you all up and hurt you so badly. You’ve gotta understand that holding tightly isn’t always control but pulling something further than it should go, and you will snap.”
“I’m sorry I did with you. It’s not the first time I have,” I admitted. “That’s how I got kicked out of college. They wanted me to jump all these hoops and I knew what I wanted for my path. The world is too fucked up and I wanted to help fix some of the crazy to protect people.”
“A noble path for
sure, but you’re so wrapped in your head and judging people sometimes that you’re not helping anyone, certainly yourself. I’m not saying you should be as free of a spirit as me, as that’s not always a good thing either, but you need to come back a bit towards center.”
“How?” I asked without meaning to.
“I just happen to be a very good teacher on changing attitudes and healing,” she said with a chuckle. “Will you be a good boy and listen to me?”
“Yes,” I answered and not just because I wanted her this time.
“Fine, then I will punish and train you—help you a bit, and play with you, but it’s play so don’t forget that.”
Meaning she wouldn’t ever keep someone. I already knew that, but it felt a bit sour to think of now for some reason. I mentally shook it off and agreed.
Then I remembered the text.
“Um, so Meave contacted me. The condo she hooked me up with? Those people are coming back early.”
“Phone,” she said, holding out her hand.
I gave it over, grumbling under my breath I wasn’t a liar.
“I believe that, but the timing is really convenient.”
Yeah, it was, and I sort of wondered if somehow Meave knew I needed a kick in the ass or something. Maybe she had one of her inklings about what someone needed. She’d been so sure I was the one who had to come help Sia that she was downright rude and demanding, which wasn’t like her.
She handed back my phone. “Fine, you can have one of the guest rooms. That will make work easier than you going back and forth, but that does not mean you join me in my bed. My room is my haven. And it won’t mean I will cancel my fun while you’re here. Can you handle that?”
Could I?
Staring into her eyes, I realized it was already a test if I was willing to give up control. I let out a slow breath and nodded.
“Good boy,” she cooed, running her fingers over my lower lip. “Now tell me something that drives you crazy. Something easy that isn’t tight-fisted control. Something small that irks you and can be fixed.”
That was easy and it did drive me crazy. “Please eat. You have coffee for breakfast, barely take a few bites of lunch, and then have a real dinner that I still don’t know if it’s enough for the magic you use and that’s it. It’s not good for you and—”
She cut me off, pressing her fingers against my mouth. “Stop lecturing. I’m an adult and older than you. That’s the judgment I hate.”
“I don’t mean it as judgment,” I admitted, kissing her fingers. “Its frustration. Fine, partially at you not taking better care of yourself, but also that it’s not my place to tell you and I can’t fix it.”
She slowly nodded, seeming to understand me a bit better. “Okay, then you are in charge of my food. I will give that control to you. I won’t overeat but I will eat what you tell me. I get food from Travis so no wasting that, but if you want to change up the menu we can. I trust you for that and will gift you that control. Deserve it.”
“I will,” I promised.
“Now give me control,” she said. “What is it you want most?”
“To touch you,” I blurted.
“Her eyes danced with amusement. “Then tonight you shall touch me, but only touch me. And you will grateful for that chance as you should have been grateful for what I wore for you, even if to push your buttons.”
“I am,” I admitted, shocked someone like me could hit her radar.
“Good. We’re also going to handle some of your stress in the best way possible. So go clear out of that condo and bring it all back here, because I plan on keeping you up tonight.”
“Please do,” I groaned, leaning in to kiss her.
She snorted at me and turned. “No way you deserve a kiss yet, you brat.”
She was right and I knelt behind her and kissed her skirt over her ass on each cheek. “You’re right, I’ve been a dick.”
“I like your dick but don’t be a jerk again,” she chirped, so damn cute and sexy and frustrating all in one package it drove me nuts. “Actually, let me change to something more presentable and I can show you the shop too. I have to make a decision soon.”
I knew what I wanted her to do, but I didn’t know if it would go over well. At least now I’d get a chance to see the store and come up with a better plan to help her.
I cleared my throat when she moved away. “If I told you it bothered me that I hadn’t given you a kiss like a woman I respect—would you forgive me for pushing?”
“Yes, and reward you tonight,” she admitted, turning around so my face was practically in her pussy again.
Damn, I wanted my face in her pussy again.
I stood instead and leaned down until our lips almost touched, giving her the chance to change her mind. When she didn’t, I brushed my mouth over hers, sparks and everything good shooting through me and to my dick in a way a kiss never had before. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” she breathed, shivering. “I’d like another, please, and run that tongue that said bad things to me over the seam of my lips like you’re begging for more.”
“I am.” But I still did what she wanted, enjoying every fucking second of it.
She pulled away and smirked up at me. “Isn’t it so much better to admit what you want and not be a jerk?” She didn’t wait for an answer, squeezing my cock in my pants until I groaned. “You could have been in me again already if he wasn’t a jerk, you poor thing.”
Fuck, I even thought that goofy was sexy, watching her with need as she sauntered off.
What had she done to me?
“I’m driving,” she announced when she came back in more reserved—but still ridiculously sexy—clothes. She gave me a challenging look, guessing right that I was a control freak when it came to driving. I simply nodded and grabbed my jacket, letting her lead me out to the garage and to her SUV. “So any thoughts you want to share so far on what you want to change?”
“Unfortunately, it’s several things and some you probably won’t like,” I admitted as she pulled out of the gate. “I want to integrate a program to help your set-up for when the business and everyone come to the greenhouses. There’s a lot of paper to pen and dividing up instead of one task list that could be done better. If they’re getting stuff from trees but you need more cucumbers in a day—”
“There’s not that crossover,” she muttered, bobbing her head. “Yeah, we tried to do that before and it ended up being a shit ton of running back and forth and crazy, so we did the divide and conquer. What do you suggest?”
“Building a section into the inventory program I want to design for your warehouse that will integrate with your website. Have tablets instead of pen and paper. It would make things so much easier for you too. Your people praise you for the lists and organization, but something can always be forgotten and added, and this way could streamline it.”
She was quiet a few minutes as we drove along. “Give me an example.”
“Say you’re running low on mint extract—oil or hydrosol or however you have it divided for differing things. You put that you need more into the system. You want to run a batch in the distiller. It would add how much mint needs to be harvested and even puts mint into the schedule of when you run the distillers or your help does.”
Again, she was quiet as she mulled it over. “So instead of me putting loofah harvesting on one list and then once it is, adding it to the list of them being soaked and peeled and getting them in the drying room, and then a different list to shred the dry ones down, you’re saying it would add it to all the lists at once?”
“Exactly. On Jimmy’s tablet it would be listed to harvest. He checks that off and it appears on Carrie’s list to handle those last parts. All of that is streamlined because when you went to get ground up loofah you marked it on the system that it was running low. Like how Amazon has that there’s so many left before reordering. That program will also do the same for your online store.”
“That sounds like something
I wouldn’t be able to keep up with,” she admitted.
“I could easily maintain it remotely. As long as Carrie added counts after stuff was packaged, it would all automatically update. We can streamline the whole thing, I promise. You have to have the circus to cover what you are and do, but it doesn’t have to be the lions might get out all night or you’re a monkey dancing all the time.”
“That would be nice,” she agreed. “Okay, let me take a bit to digest it. I’d like a sort of example of how easy it would be to use before I decide.”
“I can do that,” I assured her, noting when she looked shocked. “I know the program I would use already but I would tweak it for you. Not my normal thing, but I’ve seen it on already set up online stores I’ve secured.”
She nodded then seemed to get lost in her head.
I didn’t push, knowing it was a lot and a scary step to take. I was self-employed too and people who had never been self-employed couldn’t understand the crippling fear that came too often with it. There were no guarantees and one thing going off track could lead to devastation too fast.
And I didn’t even have employees and so many people relying on me like she did.
She pulled over in a nice area of the city, cute shops and pricier shopping all down the row. I saw a few down was Relief, the name of her company, so it wasn’t hard to think that was her store.
She swallowed loudly before she got out and I followed suit. I had an insane urge to reach for her hand when I met her on the sidewalk but didn’t.
“They did a nice job on all the repairs,” she muttered as we got closer. She unlocked the door and let me in, flipping on the lights and punching in the alarm code.
“Tell me about the system,” I said when she looked lost, staring at what it should have been and hurting it had been taken from her.
She nodded, gesturing to the alarm. “That’s the building’s. We each get our own codes but it’s part of our rental we have it. It worked and alerted the police each break-in.”
“Not an inside job then, or at least obviously.”
“Right, but there were some—many comments how long the police took to arrive,” she admitted. “I’m definitely not saying that they’re involved, but I thought I should tell you.”