Forbidden Magic: The Complete Collection

by Anya Merchant

“Jade, why don’t you show our friend exactly what I mean by that?” asked Eli.

  Jade walked into Victor’s peripheral vision. She was glowing bright red, and Victor would have felt outraged if he wasn’t already harboring an insatiable amount of arousal.

  She’s binding her scarlet aura on me! That’s ridiculous!

  HE made a weak attempt at a counter, binding his own scarlet aura in a mirror attack against her, but he didn’t have the mental focus needed to hold it for more than a second. And Jade looked incredible, like something out of a movie, or a porn film, or a legend about a goddess of sex. Victor fell to one knee, feeling his cock straining against pants in a painful and embarrassing manner.

  “Jade is naturally talented when it comes to this kind of thing,” said Eli. “And other things, too. Jade? Show him.”

  Jade walked over to where Victor was in the process of crumpling to the floor. A bright white light exploded to life in one of her hands as she double bound her diamond aura as though it was as easy as tying her shoes. Victor felt his body lifting into the air. Even the touch of her aura felt like a loving caress, gentle, beautiful, and erotic. She lowered him down on the leather couch in the corner of the room, lying on his back.

  “This… is insane!” Victor managed.

  “No,” said Eli. “It’s actual quite practical.”

  Slowly, with sensual grace and poise, Jade made her way over. Her hips swayed back and forth in the most pleasing of ways with each step. She didn’t smile, and the eye contact she made was that of a commanding teacher, or more appropriately, a dominatrix.

  “Show Victor who the boss is, Jade,” said Eli. “I think he’s forgotten.”

  With casual movements, as though she was fixing one of her heels, Jade reached underneath her skirt and wiggled out of her panties. She let them drop to the floor next to the couch and then set about stripping off Victor’s pants. He almost laughed out loud.

  Is this supposed to be torture? This is a joke.

  His cock stood to full attention as Jade pulled down his boxers, and even the presence of Eli and the serving girl wasn’t enough to keep it from being an iron hard bar. Jade unshouldered her sweater and carefully pulled off the blouse she had underneath it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and two large, tanned breasts popped into view as she tossed it aside.

  “Take it up a notch, Jade,” said Eli.

  Jade intensified her scarlet aura and Victor let out a sharp gasp. He would have cum from the baseline excitement of having her so naked and so close, but the way she applied it kept him from having his release. Victor reached up to grope at her breasts only to have her slap his hands away with superhuman strength.

  “Oh no,” said Eli. “See, she belongs to me. If you want her, you have to agree to work with me, rather than against me.”

  “Fuck you,” Victor managed.

  Jade leaned forward, keeping Victor’s arms pinned against the couch as she rubbed her naked breasts against his chest, and planted soft, wet kisses on his neck. He bit his lip, trying to fight against the excitement and pleasure, the need.

  She positioned her hips with expert control, pinning Victor’s rock hard cock against her stomach. He could feel the heat and wetness coming off her cunt. It called to him. Jade kissed him on the lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

  “Tell me what I want to hear, Victor,” said Eli.

  “I… I won’t!”

  Eli nodded to Jade. She was sweating now from the strain of keeping her focus, her skin glistening gloriously against the light. She increased the strength of scarlet aura by at least double, and Victor felt his mouth moving, speaking words against the will of his logical mind.

  The next thing he knew, he had Jade by the waist. He lifted her up a little and the moment moved in slow motion. He thrust his cock up desperately, hunting for the entrance into her pussy. It took him three passes, but when he finally found it, Jade slipped down onto his member and pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt before took hold of him.

  It wasn’t slow, sensual sex. It wasn’t even sex that had a progression to it, building up to a heated encounter. It was raw, hard fucking, 100 miles an hour from the first second. Victor slammed Jade down on his cock over and over again. He was an animal, half crazed from lust and unable to stop himself from doing what came naturally.

  He watched her breasts bouncing in front of his face, perfect, feminine globes. He kissed and sucked on her nipples. He grabbed at them more aggressively as a bit of his anger from before came back. Jade reacted by taking control, pinning his arms against the couch and riding as though she was trying to teach him a lesson.

  The sound of their motions echoed throughout Eli’s high-ceilinged, wide-open office. Victor was fighting Jade as much as he was fucking her, struggling to regain control so that he could, well, be in control. He had no intention of pulling back from the brink of ecstasy.

  He thrust his cock up to meet her hips and pushed his arms against hers. Jade leaned her face in far enough for their lips to meet. They kissed, and Victor took her by the waist, slipping his sweaty arms out of her grasp as he continued to pump his cock into her. He flipped her underneath him and slammed into her as she struggled to get back on top.

  Enjoy it while it lasts, Jade. I certainly will.

  The two struggled, each on their side on the couch, as though they were two lovers in a hug. Her fingers raked across his back. His fingers twisted at her breasts and nipples. Victor fought the battle with his thrusts, more than anything else, and Jade countered with gyrations of her own.

  The pleasure built until Victor could contain it no longer. Jade was on top when it happened, and in the moment of climax, she pinned his arms back down, into the exact same position they begun in. Pleasure blasted through Victor’s entire body in sickly sweet pulses, making him twitch and ache with delight. He went limp, feeling orgasmic and defeated.

  Minutes must have gone by with him in a zoned out, blissed over state. Jade was fully dressed, and more importantly, dressing him, pulling his boxers back on and then zipping up his jeans.

  “Victor,” said Eli. “Do you understand the way things are going to be now?”

  The CEO waved Jade back over to him and gave her a passionate kiss as she came around to the other side of his desk.

  “You bastard,” muttered Victor.

  “If you work with me, you’ll get everything you want,” said Eli. “Kiara stays safe. Jade stays friendly. Nobody gets hurt.”

  Victor took a deep breath and sighed. He was out of options.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  Eli stood up and walked over to the couch Victor was lying on. Jade brought his chair up behind him, and he sat down on it, lacing his fingers together.

  “Annette Lockwood,” said Eli. “The CEO of Blue Horizon. I believe she offered you a job when the two of you first met.”

  Victor nodded slowly. He remembered.

  “And you want me to…?”

  “I want you to call her,” said Eli. “And let her know that you’ve decided to accept her offer. Do it as soon as this meeting is over.”

  “It’s the middle of the night!” said Victor. “And I don’t even know the number to call.”

  Eli nodded to Jade. She walked over to the desk in the back of the room and fumbled around in it for a few seconds, returning with a pen and pad of paper.

  “Call this number,” said Eli. “If she doesn’t answer, leave a polite message assuring her of your intentions. I’m sure she’s been eagerly waiting your response.”

  From the way he said it, Victor could tell that he was being serious.

  “She isn’t going to buy it,” he said.

  “It doesn’t matter if she does or not.” Eli grinned. “She’ll accept. I know her well enough to know that. And it will help if you give her something as a bit of a, shall we say, housewarming gift.”

  He nodded to Jade again. She went back up to his desk and returned with a manila folder containing a thin collec
tion of documents.

  “Give her this,” said Eli. He passed the folder from Jade to Victor. “That should be enough.”

  Eli stood up and adjusted his tie. Victor could tell from the man’s body language that the meeting was over. He stood up and looked over at Jade. Her face had no more emotion on it than it had when he’d first entered the room.

  Victor left Eli’s office through the standard route, taking the elevator down to the ground floor.

  CHAPTER 6

  He opted to walk home, rather than fly, his body too bruised and exhausted from the events of the night to handle another crash landing. On the way, Victor called Annette Lockwood and, as expected, got her voicemail.

  “Thanks for calling. This is my personal cell number. Only leave a message if you’re calling for personal reasons. Otherwise, take your concerns through to one of my secretaries. No exceptions.”

  Victor cringed. It was the number he’d been given, however. Annette’s voice sounded sweet and sharp at the same time, and he cleared his throat, attempting to muster a similar mixture of charm and confidence for his message.

  “Uh, hello Annette,” he said. “Er, Ms. Lockwood. It’s Victor Anders. I’m calling in regards to the job offer you presented to me the last time we met.”

  Victor paused, trying to organize his thoughts.

  “It’s critical get you get back to me on this as soon as you can,” he said. “We have common interests. And my apologies for calling you on your-“

  There was a beep as he reached the voicemail time limit. Victor swore under his breath and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

  Kronenberg was still awake when Victor arrived back at the tiny townhouse the two of them shared. His drone body was sitting on the couch, watching TV through the two eye cameras on the front of its metal frame.

  “Hey,” said Victor as he closed the door behind him.

  “Hey,” said Kronenberg. “I feel like I’m seeing a ghost right now.”

  Victor smiled. His schedule had been hectic enough for the past few weeks to keep the two of them from seeing much of each other.

  “Yeah, likewise,” he said. “In my case, one that’s possessed a tiny little hover bot.”

  “Touché,” said Kronenberg. “How you been, buddy?”

  Victor shrugged.

  “Holding up,” he said. “You?”

  Kronenberg lifted up into the air and then slowly came to settle on the backrest of the couch, facing Victor.

  “Same old, same old,” he said. “Lucy’s been stressed out lately, for obvious reasons, so I’ve been putting in extra time in the Nano Aura Department.”

  “Yeah, I talked to her tonight,” said Victor.

  Kronenberg conveyed his surprise rather well for a drone, tipping back slightly and lighting the dome light on top of his frame.

  “Huh,” he said. “I thought the two of you were… Did you guys talk, or did you talk?”

  “Don’t go there, man,” said Victor. He took a deep breath and then started toward his room.

  “Hang in there, Vic,” said Kronenberg. “It’s always darkest before dawn.”

  “Well, that’s appropriate,” said Victor. “What time is it? 2 AM?”

  Kronenberg shrugged two metal arms. Victor chuckled and headed into his room. He stripped off his clothes and collapsed onto his bed in a tired heap. He felt, more than saw, Ella materialize in the air beside him. She climbed onto his bed, mounted his back, and slowly began to massage his shoulders.

  “Hang in there, Victor,” she whispered. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  It only took him a couple of minutes to get to sleep, and it only felt like a couple of minutes had passed when it was time to wake up. Victor cursed under his breath and forced himself up from the soft seduction of his sheets and reached for his phone. Annette had called, and left a return voicemail. He opened up his voice mailbox and gave it a listen.

  “Victor,” said Annette’s voice. “You start this morning. Be at my house by eight.”

  Victor checked his watch. It was seven forty-five.

  Thirteen minutes later, Victor had brushed his teeth, gotten dressed, and briefly considered shaving. He slammed out the front door of the townhouse and into flight in a single movement that was only saved from being clumsy by its superhuman nature.

  He’d forgotten to put on another layer underneath his jeans, t-shirt, and bomber jacket, and because of that, the air was bitingly cold. Annette Lockwood’s mansion was on the other side of town and easy enough to spot.

  The property screamed of money. A black iron fence ran around the outside of it. From the air, Victor could see the full extent of the gardens, and the pool in the back, and the tiny outdoor lounge area. The mansion itself was one of the largest dwellings Victor had ever been inside of before, and it struck an intimidating presence from its size alone.

  He slowed himself as much as he could with his diamond aura, and then aimed for a stretch of soft grass on the front lawn within the fence. Victor braced himself, and then touched down feet first, hoping that this would be the time that he finally got it right.

  It wasn’t. His footing slipped, and only by pulling himself into a practiced tuck was he able to avoid quite literally eating dirt. He somersaulted two and a half times across the grass and sprawled out on his stomach. From around the corner of the mansion, somebody began to clap.

  “Bravo,” she said. “Unfortunately, it’s 8:02. But I do respect a man who puts effort into making an entrance.”

  Annette was in her late thirties or possibly early forties, though that was just an estimate on Victor’s part. She was of medium height, with long black hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a sharply attractive face. Her body was fit, her breasts and butt were above average in size and buoyancy, and she held herself well. If Victor had been lacking in class, he would have described her as the ultimate cougar.

  Note to self – never use that word in her presence.

  “Are you okay?” Annette crouched down next to him and set one of her soft hands on his shoulder. She was wearing a blue and gray sweater and dress ensemble that exposed a tantalizing amount of thigh, and both of her legs were dangerously close to his head.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” he managed. “I’m still working on the landing.”

  She grinned at him and helped him to his feet.

  “I saw you in the air, when you circled overhead,” she said. “You struck a rather dashing figure up until those last few seconds.”

  Victor smiled back, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly.

  “Well, I’m still a bit new when it comes to flying.”

  Annette watched him carefully. She was contemplating something, and it made Victor feel a bit like an object, or a maybe new pet.

  “I’m glad you decided to take me up on my offer,” she said. “I made it to you in all seriousness, Victor. I think there’s a lot that we can accomplish together.”

  Victor nodded slowly, and then remembered something. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the manila folder Eli had given him the night before. It was a good bit more crumpled than it had been originally, and he frowned as he passed it to Annette.

  “Uh, here,” said Victor. “I managed to sneak this out of-“

  “Out of Eli’s office, right?” She smiled and pushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. “And this is, of course, why I should trust that you’ve truly decided to abandon Monteiro, and work for me here at Blue Horizon.”

  Victor blinked, unsure of what to say.

  “It’s okay.” Annette put one hand on top of his, and the other on her chest. “Victor, I understand why you’re really here. And it’s okay. Come on, please. Let’s speak more inside, over coffee.”

  She shot him a look and a smile that was almost enough to make him melt, and then turned toward the mansion, walking along the path with slow, hip swaying steps. Victor followed behind her.

  CHAPTER 7

  Victor got a reminder of exactly how rich Ann
ette was as they passed through the mansion’s gigantic foyer. It was large enough for the townhouse he and Kronenberg rented to fit with space to spare. Annette led him through it and then up a curving staircase, which had been built with an identical staircase on the other side of it, with a small fountain filling the space in the middle.

  “I’m not interested in playing Eli’s games any more than you are, Victor,” said Annette. She opened a door to a small, comfortable room with large windows and a small tea table in the center. The two of them sat down, and again, Annette took her time scanning him over.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say, Annette,” said Victor.

  “The truth would be nice,” she said. “But if you can’t manage that, then you can just listen for now.”

  Victor nodded slightly and said nothing.

  “I’ve only been the CEO of Blue Horizon for a couple of months,” said Annette. “But I’ve been involved in this industry, and this city, for a long time. I know Eli. I knew your father, too.”

  Victor stiffened slightly in his chair. He tried to keep his reaction from showing on his face, and waited for Annette to continue.

  “The way Eli does business is bad for all of us. It’s bad for me, it’s bad for him, and it’s bad for his employees. Not to mention the people that end up on the wrong side of the ‘research’ some of the people under him do.”

  “Is that why you wanted to poach me away from Monteiro?” asked Victor. “To use me against him?”

  “Well, yes,” said Annette. “Among other reasons. I don’t take a short sighted view on what’s happening in the world, Victor. The technology Eli is playing with will have lasting repercussions on everything, on the world, governments, and possibly even the survival of the human race.”

  An attractive woman wearing sweatpants and a casual sweater walked into the room and began pouring coffee. It took Victor a moment to recognize that she was a maid, despite her appearance. Annette nodded curtly to her and began adding milk and sugar to her cup.

  “I don’t make any of my employees follow a dress code,” explained Annette. “Though my guards and driver usually insists on wearing boring suits.”