Cantrips: Volume #2: Minor Magics Crafted to Amuse and Entertain

by Joey W. Hill

  “Oh…God…” The guttural, reverent moan was absorbed by the handkerchief, but she knew he heard it. Her labia was silken smooth, every nerve ending sensitive to his mouth. Earlier in their relationship, he’d given himself the pleasure of shaving her thoroughly and frequently, but eventually he’d paid for the laser treatment that had left her so nicely silken for his mouth whenever he wanted to take a taste.

  He nibbled at her clit and labia, drew endless patterns on them with his tongue, sucked lightly, sucked hard, bit. When he finally thrust into her with his tongue, the indications he was enjoying his meal, the right amount of wet and animal sounds, made her lose her mind. He gripped her buttocks in hard hands, pushing her onto her toes to keep her from the uncontrollable grinding against his mouth and face. Her involuntary response was something he enjoyed at the right moment, but now he obviously wanted her to absorb a barrage of feeling. His jaw had just the right amount of sandpaper feel to drive her pleasure higher.

  She was shuddering as he held her on that cusp and kept her there, no matter how much she begged through the handkerchief. Then, when her mind was fragmenting, he rose and loomed over her. Seizing her hair, he yanked her head back, even rougher than before. Her startled noise came out almost against his lips, an inch from hers.

  “You want to give me my sisters fantasy,” he said. “But you had Marcie ask Ben to talk to me about it. Why? Why not ask me straight out?”

  She might be the professional negotiator, but he was no slouch at knowing the exact moment to pose a question and demand its answer, before she had time to raise any defenses.

  “I…I didn’t know how to ask you. To convince you that…I wanted it. That I wasn’t just…being nice.”

  He chuckled darkly. She found she couldn’t meet his piercing hawk’s gaze, and so kept her eyes down. He seemed fine with that. When he put her back down on her elbows on the desk, she thought he was going to tease her further. She wasn’t expecting what he did next, but he was right. She was already plenty wet and ready for it.

  Opening his slacks, he palmed her buttock and slammed his cock into her.

  It wrenched a raw cry from her throat, a sound disrupted when he clenched his fist in her hair and pulled her head back again, his other hand holding her fast at the hip, impaling her ruthlessly upon him. “Not entirely the truth,” he whispered silkily in her ear. “You know how I react when you lie.”

  “Not lie.” God. The way he’d tightened the corset, his ruthless taking now, was making her breathless.

  “Pretty much a lie. Now I’ll fuck you in a way that reminds you that you tell your Master only the truth. Always.”

  “I always tell…” The attempted defense was lost, because he began to thrust into her, shoving her pelvis against the desk, lifting her heels out of her shoes, keeping his hold on her hair so her every muscle strained and arched; every nerve ending yearned and ached.

  The climax rose as fast as a storm wave, and she was screaming into the cloth gag as her clit hit the side of the desk with every shove of his body. His cock was a thick demand filling her up, stretching her, rubbing all the right places inside that made it impossible for her to hold anything back from him. He took her over that dizzying cliff, yet held her as she fell, as he spilled his seed in her.

  He took her even farther than she thought possible. But he always did.

  When he slowed, she was vibrating like an instrument that didn’t want to stop playing. He felt it, continuing to move inside her, keeping her body humming. Eventually, he removed the handkerchief, holding her head back against his shoulder with a gentle hand cupping her jaw. She nuzzled it, putting her mouth against his heated shoulder through the thin dress shirt. She’d leave lipstick on it, but that was okay. Wouldn’t be the first or the last time, God bless his dry cleaner.

  “Can I—” she whispered.

  “No. Not right now, though you’re generous to offer.” At last easing out of her quivering folds, he bent and picked up her skirt, directing her to hold onto his shoulder as she stepped into it, still wearing her heels. Then he slid the blouse onto her shoulders and began to button it for her, his fingers caressing.

  “Tell me, Cassie. Tell me why you went to Marcie instead of to me. You knew I wouldn't do this without talking to you first about it."

  When she looked down, flushing, he put his hands on her shoulders. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

  She did, and his gray eyes, still heated with lust, held other qualities as well. Things that said she would tell him everything, not just because he was that relentless, but because she knew he was right. She needed to say the words to him.

  “I need to know this is something you want,” he added quietly. “I know that’s part of why you talked to Marcie, and I’m glad you already know it's not a birthday present to me if it's not something you want. But to fully believe that you desire this, I need to understand what’s changed to make that true.”

  “Can I…” She spread her fingers out on his chest and gave a helpless little laugh. “Can I look down while I tell you? It’s difficult to say when I’m looking into your eyes. You’re distracting.”

  His firm lips curved. “I’ll let you get away with it for a moment.”

  She focused on his tie, the silk of which she’d felt slide between her shoulder blades and the top of her spine when he’d been fucking her.

  “There was a time when I thought I would never want to do that kind of fantasy. But things have evolved between you and me…between all of us. There was that place we went with Savannah and Matt in the Caribbean, where it was 24/7 for her and Matt, and most of the others dabbled, going a little further than usual. And when I’m around the other wives, the stories we talk about…they interest me. Sometimes they make me want…more.”

  He touched her face, and she heard his amusement. “You know we’ve given serious thought to bugging those female get-togethers. Though we figure that Janet and Dana sweep for recorders ahead of time.”

  She smiled and curled her fingers in his tie. “Somewhere along the way, I lost my reservations about certain things and, what you’ve said about that fantasy of yours, it keeps coming back to me as…a turning point of sorts. Not everything I’ve seen the others do are things I’d want to do, though I like watching them. But knowing you have that fantasy, and thinking about it, I guess I’ve become...possessive about it. It’s a fantasy only I can give you.”

  His fingers slid down the laced back of the corset to play in the ties in that diverting way of his, encouraging her to continue. She cleared her throat. “It arouses me to think how turned on you'll get, having me and my sister, with you and Ben. Helpless to the two Doms we love…and I trust you to understand the boundaries I wouldn't want to cross.”

  “Always.” His voice was rough, telling her he was pleased with what she was saying—and affected by it, in the right way. “And if ever I missed a line, I’d want you to speak up and tell me immediately. I believe what you’re saying to me, but I need to ask. Marcie is so extreme with Ben. Is any part of this because you’re worried you need to up your game to keep me interested?”

  “No.” Her head came up, and for this she had no trouble meeting his eyes. The certainty with which she said it eased the tightness of his mouth. “No,” she repeated. Then she bit her lip. “You need to understand all of it, I guess, so you won’t worry about anything like that.”

  “I guess I will,” he said after a significant pause.

  She winced. “Especially now that I’ve brought it up. Can’t believe I held my own with you on that first negotiation we did.”

  “Well, we had some professional distance then. If it makes you feel better, you’ve kicked my ass more than a few times on arguments we’ve had since. Just not arguments that let me get this close to you.”

  “Ah, you tipped me off to your advantage. I’ll remember that. Keep you at knife point distance if I want to win.” She smiled, though, as he brushed a lock of her white-gold hair from her cheek and gave the
strand a tug.

  “No prevaricating. Spill.”

  Cass sighed. “I wasn’t sure how you’d interpret this. But I guess, maybe because of Dana's influence and Marcie's…we're all exclusive to one of you, in terms of who's our Master, our husband, but from the beginning, there's this feeling that in a key way we also belong to all of you. Sexual, protective, erotic implications. But over time, the desire for it to manifest itself in certain ways has grown stronger."

  She realized she was blushing, especially as he merely kept listening, his expression gone fathomless so she wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “I’ve always been the responsible, the steady one,” she said abruptly. “I mean, yes, Savannah is reserved, but I'm the conservative, the motherly one. Even though I have my fantasies and desires, I tend not to go after them in as uninhibited a way as Marcie and Dana do. But that doesn't mean I don't feel them. That I don’t want to pursue some fantasies that are outside my comfort zone, things I think about and imagine and…”

  He cocked his head. “Have you masturbated while thinking about this one?”

  “Yes,” she said, without missing a beat, and liked seeing pleased surprise go through his gaze.

  “Really. Where? How often?”

  “A few times. More lately. Sometimes in here, with the door locked. Once, while you were working late and I started thinking about it in that half-awake, half-dreaming way. You came home and found me worked up. You bent and kissed me, put your hand down between my legs, and I climaxed almost instantly.”

  “I remember,” he said, with further wonder. “You told me you were fantasizing about me before I came home and that was why you were so ready.”

  “It wasn’t a lie.”

  “It just wasn’t the whole truth.” He tipped up her chin, giving her a long look. “I’ll deal with that later. But in the meantime, I need you to remember something.”

  “What?”

  “I love you. More than anything or anyone in the entire world.”

  “I’m glad,” she said, her voice not quite steady. “Every day. Especially now that Cherry is taking trigonometry.”

  His gray eyes twinkled. “Any other reasons to keep me around other than advanced math homework?”

  She moistened her lips. “What you just did is a nice perk.”

  Leaning down to her, he pressed his temple against hers. With that gesture they could have been in a crowded room, and it would have felt like there was an intimate cocoon around just the two of them.

  “So tell me that,” he said. “In a way that will keep me hard the rest of the day.”

  Cass closed her eyes as his hands, strong and possessive, gripped her waist. He’d closed the distance between them again and she could feel the evidence of his still semi-hard cock against her. She’d just climaxed and yet she wanted him inside her, now, the rest of the work day be damned.

  “Don’t make your Master wait,” he growled against her ear.

  When she remembered he meant his question, a spurt of wry humor mixed with the simmering arousal that would not go away.

  She could give as good as she got. Sliding her hands up his chest, she tunneled her fingers through the opening of his dress shirt to find his flesh. As she rubbed her abdomen against his cock, her breasts swelled over the corset and provided a tempting view down the two-button opening of her blouse. He obliged her by taking a good long look with his hot silver eyes before he met her gaze.

  “I love how you use your mouth between my legs,” she murmured. “Love the strength of your hands as you hold my thighs open, as your teeth scrape my cunt and your tongue thrusts inside me like your cock. When I think of that today, I’ll feel incomplete until you’re inside me again.”

  His lips firmed as he outlined her parted ones with his thumb. “I’ll take care of that, the night you give me my birthday gift.”

  Her heart stuttered and he brushed his lips over hers, but caught her wrist as she was sliding her palm over his hip, fingers following the rise of his buttock under the thin softness of his slacks. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he told her with mock sternness. “Just because I’ve agreed to ‘let’ you give me the fantasy of my wildest dreams doesn’t mean you can take advantage of your Master whenever you wish.”

  She chuckled and he smiled fully, but stroked his hands through her hair and cupped her face. “We’ll be staying overnight at the Ritz Carlton,” he told her. “Nate, Talia and Cherry are all good with it. Matt and Savannah are going to be their backups if they have any problems at the house. Ben and Marcie will meet us at the Ritz.”

  “You already were going to do it,” she realized, but he shook his head.

  “No. I would have cancelled all of it if I hadn’t heard the right answers here.” He squeezed her hand as he stepped back. “I’m glad that I did. I’ll pick you up here at 2pm, so be sure you can get off work early. You’ll be spending your afternoon using the Ritz’s spa services, getting the full body treatment.”

  “Whose birthday is this?” she teased him gently. A different look came into his eyes, the more intense Dom side of him that made her shiver.

  “I plan to use my sub hard that night, so I’m going to make sure she’s ready for it. And letting me pamper you, that’s part of my gift, too. Always. Yesterday, today and tomorrow, you are always enough for me. But hearing you want to take it to this next level, that you’re the one craving that…” Grasping her wrist, he took her hand down to the front of his slacks and pushed the heel of her palm against steel.

  She swallowed. “Please. Let me…”

  “You want to kneel and service your Master, here and now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. That’s another thought I’ll take back to the office with me.” He shot her a wicked grin before pulling her to him for a hot kiss that had her knees quivering. Then he eased her back and headed for the door.

  “I need one of those remote locking mechanisms like Matt has,” she muttered.

  Lucas pulled open the door and stopped, sweeping her from head to toe with a thorough glance. Taking out a stick of cinnamon gum, he chewed it thoughtfully as he looked at her. “Ben will know what kind of meal I had for lunch, even with the gum,” he said casually. “But then we all do. You know why, Cassie?”

  She wet suddenly dry lips. At one time, she’d reacted negatively to being called Cassie, associating it with a time she felt like a helpless child. Yet when he used it, it was almost as effective a trigger to her submissive side as when he locked the silver bracelets on her wrists. The decorative cuffs he’d given her always put her fully in that mode. “Because I belong to them as much as I belong to you?” she said.

  He held her gaze. “Almost. Because you belong to me, you also belong to them. An important distinction. You’re theirs to love, protect and cherish, always. But anything else is on my say-so.” He flashed another wicked, knee-weakening grin, but there was a serious light in his eyes as he added a last note.

  “And only what reduces my sub to total, willing surrender. Anything less than that, we don’t go down that path, and we pass on it with no regrets. As long as your heart is still mine.”

  “It will never be otherwise. Even when it stops beating. You didn’t say honor,” she added, with what she felt was admirable steadiness.

  He moved back across the office and cupped the side of her throat. “Women are the heart of honor,” he said, with a credible Scottish burr that ran a delightful tingle through her vitals. Leaning in, he kissed her, this time a lingering touch of lips. “So the honor part is a given.”

  “Ben’s been helping you with accents. You sounded just like Liam Neeson’s Rob Roy.”

  “That isn’t all he’s been helping me with.”

  “Oh?”

  He stepped back, disentangling himself from her grip when she latched onto his shirt to hold onto him, though he retained her hands for one last moment, conveying his own reluctance to let her go.

  “Yeah. You’ll find out on Friday.”


  With a wink, he was gone. As always, his timing was impeccable, because she heard him greeting her admin as Nell returned from lunch with a whiff of the Chinese she’d promised to bring Cass. Cass did a quick check of herself in the mirror in her private bathroom to make sure she looked presentable, but nothing could change the soft look of her lips and eyes that made her look bed-tousled and well-loved, even if she had every hair in place. He had that effect on her. She had no doubt he always would. Thank God.

  Part Four

  Cass curled up on her side on a padded lounge on the terrace of the Ritz-Carlton. She had a spectacular view of the Mississippi River and the French Quarter, all the better because the elevation minimized the less picturesque, more pungent and noisy aspects of the Quarter at street level, and maximized the beauty of the historical skyline. Lucas had taken her here for a weekend on their second anniversary. They’d been tied up with work things around that time so they couldn’t leave town for a longer period. Though he’d later taken her to a private island in Canada to spend a secluded weekend together, she had loved this place equally, surrounded by the city she’d grown to love so much since they’d found the plantation house outside New Orleans together.

  As promised, Lucas had submitted her to the divine hands and ministrations of the Ritz-Carlton spa services. Her skin glowed and was even softer to the touch than usual. Her hair was piled in an artful twist on her head, because he’d requested it be put up in the secure but feminine style. It was an intriguing request, since she knew he loved playing with her long, thick, white-gold hair. Maybe he wanted the pleasure of taking it down himself.

  She wore only her locked silver bracelets and a thin silk robe in a shimmering blue that picked up the color of her eyes. The latter was his gift from a local boutique, the garment laid out on the bed when they arrived, along with several white roses and a small box of her favorite Belgian chocolates.