Magic Man

by Ashley Hastings

  I could see his mind working as he tried to figure out which answer was the “right” answer.

  Finally, Maxwell said, “Neither. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are for children. However, I can understand your preoccupation with how to make them since you are still a child yourself.”

  Smug, he pulled into the parking lot of a trendy looking Thai restaurant.

  Laughing, I rolled my eyes at him. I would let him be the victor of this battle, but I was already plotting how to turn this against him later.

  Our playful mood continued throughout a delicious dinner, but the tide turned when he pulled me from my seat and led me to the dance floor.

  Maxwell held me against his muscular body, and I shivered. There was something magical in the way he touched me and in the way his eyes caressed me. I loved being in his arms, so I snuggled closer as we danced.

  “Millicent.” His lips brushed my hair as he spoke, his breath ruffling my curls.

  “Hmm?” I swayed with him in time to the music, wanting to stay like this all night long.

  “What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy?” His voice was like the crunch of gravel to my ears.

  I shivered again.

  I hesitated to answer. I don’t know why I was so shy. Maxwell had seen me naked, held me through my wildest orgasms. I don’t know why I thought I needed to try to hide anything from this man. “I don’t know.”

  A woman in a velvet dress was playing the piano in the corner, accompanied by some string instruments. This restaurant was fancy and romantic, and I was in the tight grip of a dark and dangerous man who swore he loved me, a man who also declared he had gotten me pregnant.

  And now Maxwell wanted me to open up about my sexual fantasies.

  “Well, let’s see.” Maxwell continued murmuring into my ear. “I’ve bought you a vibrator.”

  My hands tightened on his waist, thinking about that lovely and outrageous memory.

  “I’ve spanked your pretty little ass.”

  I moaned just loud enough for him to hear me. Oh, yes, I was a fan of his spankings.

  “I’ve been rough with you.” I could tell by the velvet touch in his voice that being rough with me was his favorite fantasy.

  It was my favorite, as well.

  I decided to open up to him a little. “I have a notebook somewhere in my apartment somewhere, where I’ve written down a bunch of my fantasies. I’ve already told you I couldn’t date when Ivy was little, not really, so I used that notebook as an outlet for all my darkest thoughts.”

  Maxwell shifted me against him, and I could feel the brush of his erection.

  I didn’t want to be a mood killer, but I needed to add to my words. “After what happened to me as a teen, I told you some of my fantasies were darker than the average girl’s. The journal helped give me a voice for all that.” I paused, and then I made the big leap. “Maybe one night you and I could sit down with my notebook and read some of them together.”

  Maxwell tightened his grip on me.

  “Although, it’s kind of weird. Now that I think about it, you’ve fulfilled many of my fantasies.” He really had.

  There were only a few fantasies written down that we hadn’t tried. Like, I think there was something about being tied up. What woman hasn't fantasized about that? But there was one in particular that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. That one had to do with being watched, but I wasn’t bringing that one up to him.

  That one was too wild. I remember blushing as I wrote it down, my cheeks so hot at the scene I was describing that I don’t think I even completely finished writing it.

  Maxwell kissed me, holding my face with both his hands, tickling me with his rough beard. “Let’s go to the hotel, kitten.”

  I couldn’t agree with him more. As much as I had enjoyed dancing with my magic man, I was ready for a different dance, one best performed in the privacy of our hotel room.

  We drove the short distance to the hotel in hushed silence. It wasn’t the same one we stayed in before, during our afternoon of play. This hotel was old, not Peacock Alley old, but still. It was at least 100 years old, a rambling Victorian with a lacy front porch.

  I turned to Maxwell in surprise. “A different hotel?”

  He nodded as he parked the car. I waited until he came around to open my door, and then he explained. “Last time we were here, I just wanted to find a decent room fast. But this place is incredible, and I’ve always wanted to stay here. It requires reservations well in advance, so I made one as soon as I found out about Ivy’s lock-in.”

  I was touched. I guess this meant Maxwell had never stayed here with another woman before, and this would be a special memory, unique to us.

  Maxwell carried my luggage to the front desk and checked us into the hotel. I hung back, studying the ornate woodwork in the lobby and the heavy rugs that covered the gleaming hardwood floors. Maxwell waved off the bellhop and picked up our bags himself.

  We headed up to the room, my heart already pounding with gleeful anticipation of another night of lovemaking. I checked my phone after we entered the room, wanting to make sure Ivy was okay.

  Only one message.

  Mom, I’ve having so much fun!!!

  I texted back that I was glad and added a heart emoji, and then I placed the phone on the bedside table. I took the opportunity to look around our luxurious accommodations.

  The room was large, complete with a brick fireplace and the same shiny hardwood floors I had seen in the lobby. The furniture was not to my taste, a little stuffy and formal, but it all looked comfortable enough. The bed was king-sized and covered in a fluffy down comforter and plush pillows, and I couldn’t wait to try it out.

  Maxwell smirked at me. He didn’t have to be psychic or have magic powers to know what I was thinking. He grabbed my hand and led me over to the balcony. Double French doors opened onto the sultry night, and the small balcony overlooked a bricked courtyard overflowing with greenery. The stars above were clear and bright, and I sighed my happiness.

  “You good, baby?” Maxwell wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, and he rested his chin on the top of my head.

  “Yes. This place is beautiful.” We stood in contented silence for a few minutes, listening to the distant sound of crickets.

  Maxwell let me go with reluctance. “I need to turn off these inside lights if we are going to leave the doors open for any length of time. Otherwise, we will have every moth and mosquito in the county visiting us tonight.”

  I followed him, eager to check out the bathroom. Squealing in delight, I examined a claw foot tub that was twice the size of the one in my apartment. A large selection of bath bombs and fancy soaps nestled in glass jars to the side, and I couldn’t wait to try them out.

  “Ivy would be so jealous of their bath products. She loves a good bubble bath, and if you don’t mind, I think I want to take a bath, myself.” I started running the water and occupied myself picking out which bath bomb I wanted to try.

  Maxwell had found electric candles, and he placed them all over the bathroom to serve as our only source of illumination. Turning all the overhead lights off, he came to stand by me while I tested the water temperature. “I think I’ll join you.”

  Yes, please.

  I started to strip off my clothes, but Maxwell’s hand stopped me. His eyes let me know he wanted this task for myself.

  No problem.

  I turned myself over to my man as he stripped me bare. I had no shame in standing before him. There was only love in this room, and I had nothing to be ashamed of when I was with the man I loved so much.

  Maxwell helped me into the warm, fragrant water, and I watched him remove his own clothes before he joined me in the bath. I nestled against him, my back to his front, and I sighed.

  “I wish we could do this every night.” I grabbed hold of one of his hands in the water and squeezed.

  He chuckled. “I don’t think we could get away with this every night, but I agree with you.�
�� Maxwell used his other hand to wash me, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he concentrated on his task.

  I turned my head to nuzzle him, and he let go of my hand. I protested briefly, but hushed when he started stroking me, petting me in all the right places. His erection pushed insistently against me, and I sighed again.

  What bliss. What a perfect evening, with the ideal man.

  My thoughts turned briefly to the unused pregnancy test that rested at the bottom of my overnight bag, but I pushed that thought away. Not tonight.

  I didn’t want to think about unplanned pregnancies or have to worry about making plans for the future. Tonight I wanted to enjoy being with Maxwell and nothing more.

  He pressed soft, butterfly kisses to my neck as he continued to bathe me. One lazy hand found my pussy and rubbed slow circles there until he found wetness that had nothing to do with our bath. Chuckling, he kept his touch too light to allow me to come just yet.

  I pushed my hips up, but he scolded me. “Millicent, don’t be greedy. Good things come to good girls who obey.”

  I shivered almost violently at his sexy words, causing him to groan.

  “Fuck, I want you, kitten.” Maxwell’s breath gusted into my ear, and I squirmed in delight.

  “Then take me.” I tried to turn to face him, but it was awkward in the tub.

  Maxwell rinsed my body with care, and then he stood up. He climbed out of the bath and dried himself off, never taking his eyes off my body in the process. His look was heated and full of unspoken longing.

  He held out his hand in command, and I was eager to take it and exit the bathtub. He dried me with a gentleness that brought tears to my eyes, and then he scooped me in his arms like a bride. He carried me into the other room, and I closed my eyes, expecting to feel the soft bed under my back at any second.

  Maxwell surprised me by carrying me out onto the balcony.

  “Maxwell!” I was so scandalized by his actions that I had to whisper. “We are naked.”

  “Shh.” He pulled me closer, completely unconcerned about his magnificent erection that bobbed under its own weight in the soft moonlight. “Haven’t you ever fantasized about being watched?”

  I moaned, so turned on suddenly that I couldn’t contain myself. I gripped my breasts with both hands, trying to find some modesty, but Maxwell was right. Yes, I fantasized about that. In fact, I had been thinking about it earlier.

  “Did you know?” I spoke sharply but without rancor. “Did you know I was thinking about this kind of scenario earlier?”

  Maxwell smiled. “I don’t know everything, kitten, but if you want to think I do, please, by all means, go right ahead.”

  I eyed him with suspicion. He had read my mind again. I just knew it.

  Maxwell had accomplished one thing with this discussion. He had made me forget I was standing on a balcony butt naked. I started to slip toward the door once I remembered.

  Maxwell grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back to him. “I’ll let you go in if you really want to, but doesn’t the night air feel good on your skin?”

  I nodded. It did. The oppressive heat hit my bath-softened skin and became a sensuous experience.

  “There’s probably no one watching us. It’s dark. The only illumination out here is the moonlight, sweetheart, and the shadows are deep.” He turned me, so my back was to his front, and I was facing the courtyard, completely exposed to imaginary eyes. “But imagine if someone were watching.”

  Goosebumps trailed up my arms and legs, and my nipples tightened. I couldn’t deny that the idea of being watched turned me on.

  “Imagine eyes straining for a glimpse of your beautiful body.” Maxwell indicated a balcony opposite ours, and to my surprise, I saw a lone figure across the way, standing in the near-total darkness.

  I surprised myself further when I didn’t bolt for the safety of the hotel room. Maxwell was right. The light was low. Probably the person couldn’t even tell if there were two of us standing on our balcony. Probably.

  “It’s a man,” Maxwell whispered this information directly into my ear.

  Puzzled, I wondered how he knew. Then I saw the flash of a match as the individual lit a cigarette, and his face was briefly illuminated in the glow. He was looking in our direction.

  I kept my hands over my breasts, but the rest of my body was on full display if he had excellent vision.

  Maxwell hummed low in his throat, approving my actions.

  “My brave, good kitten.” He rubbed my arms, soothing my nerves. He spoke in a low tone, intended for my ears only. “He’s watching us now. He knows we are out here. Do you think he can see that you are naked? Can he see the details of your beautiful, sexy body?”

  I whimpered, but it was a needy sound, not a sound of fear. The darkest fantasy in my journal was coming to light.

  “His eyes are straining in the darkness. See how he’s leaning forward as he smokes his cigarette? He’s trying to see more of you, you know.” Maxwell held me in the protective circle of his arms. “I don’t blame him. If I were standing over there, I would be leaning over the railing, my eyes greedy for more of you.” He kissed my neck.

  My skin seemed to be humming with need now. I could smell a faint whiff of cigarette smoke, wafting our way in the darkness.

  “Do you think he wishes he was over here with you?” Maxwell shifted on his feet, waiting on my response.

  I shrugged.

  “He’s a fool if he doesn’t.” Maxwell took a few steps forward toward the railing, nudging me forward. I squeaked a little in surprise. “Shh. Stand here in the moonlight. Let him see what he can never have.”

  Sure enough, I was now standing in a little patch of moonlight that had punched through the tree branches overhead, and my body was fully illuminated. It was almost like I was an actor on a stage, standing in a full spotlight. I relaxed, knowing that no matter what, I was safe in my man’s arms. He wouldn’t let anything terrible happen to me.

  Maxwell was right. Let the stranger look all he wanted. The forbidden scenario lit a fire under my skin, and I dropped my arms.

  Maxwell muttered, “Oh, fuck. That’s hot.”

  I looked down at my body. I had never paid that much attention to how I looked before. At most, I had worried I might attract the wrong attention from men. After all, I had been raped before. What if I was putting off some kind of message that drew the wrong types of men to me? What if I attracted predators, even if I didn’t mean to do that?

  But now I took a long look at myself. My stomach was tight and toned, made lean and strong by all my hours of riding horses. My breasts were small and pink-tipped, nipples pointing jauntily toward the stars above. And my pussy was hidden in the shadows, a hidden treasure waiting for Maxwell’s touch, and his touch alone.

  Maxwell plucked at my nipples, drawing a startled moan from my lips that was louder than I would have liked it to be.

  But Maxwell loved that. “Good girl. Be brave. You’ve got me so fucking hard right now.” He pressed his erection into the crack of my ass, and I wanted to earn his approval even more.

  I leaned forward in the moonlight and grabbed the wrought iron railing of the balcony, inspiring another muffled curse of pleasure from Maxwell.

  “Good, sweet girl.” His breathing had picked up, as had my own. “Go ahead. Let him hear how turned on you are right now.”

  I moaned even louder this time.

  Maxwell was right. This was hot.

  I gripped the railing tightly with both hands, presenting my pert ass to Maxwell. He squeezed the globes of my ass with his hands, kneading and massaging. The man across the way leaned against his own railing, watching us closely.

  I threw my head back and looked at the stars.

  Maxwell dropped a hand to my clit and rubbed, harder this time than he had touched me in the bath. I could feel my wetness building, and my bravery grew.

  “I want your fingers inside me.” I made no attempt to lower my voice. I didn’t know
if the stranger could hear me or not, but I just didn’t care anymore. I needed to be touched by the man I loved.

  Maxwell growled his approval at my boldness, and he rewarded me by sliding two long fingers inside me, curving them gently to hit that spot on my front wall that affected me so strongly. Sure enough, my knees buckled a little at the sensation, but I had nothing to fear. Maxwell had me in his firm grip.

  I was so wet now that I thought it might drip to the floor of the balcony, and I rotated my hips against my magic man’s hands and continued to stare at the stars as they twinkled overhead. It was as if I was in a dream or something. A very sexy dream.

  If so, don’t wake me, please. I wanted to see the ending.

  Maxwell continued to manipulate me with his hands and fingers, and I drifted away on a cloud of pleasure. I was floating in the sky, joining the stars in their dance overhead.

  Maxwell spread my thighs, and I arched my back for him eagerly. Oh, yes.

  “Fuck me, Sir. I need your cock.” My voice was strong and confident in its demands, and this time I didn’t doubt that the stranger could hear me.

  Maxwell did not need any more encouragement. Without waiting for a condom, because why not? He was already sure I was pregnant. He thrust into my body, and now the thick column of his cock stroked my g-spot over and over. I started moaning in time to his thrusts, all inhibitions forgotten.

  Our bodies slapped together with a wet sound that only made me hotter. This orgasm was coming fast, and I was afraid it was going to change me forever. It was going to –

  I came hard, moaning out Maxwell’s name. His thrusts got even more frantic, and he pounded me like I was a sex toy, designed only for him. I braced myself the best I could on the railing, held in place for his powerful thrusts. My small breasts jiggled in time with his movements.

  Maxwell shouted as he came, and then he buried his face in my hair for a moment. I whimpered as he slowly pulled out of my body, and his semen mingled with my own wet desire to drip onto the balcony flooring. I sighed my complete pleasure at the sight.