by Renee Field
His impressive erection stood pulsing and proud before him.
Oh yeah, that’s something to be proud of. Cindy gulped with needas a heated pool of desire caused her pussy muscles to clench with greed while her mouth went dry.
With ease she watched him wrap a hand around his impressive cock, pumping it slowly.
“I’m leveling the playing field.”
Cindy could only nod. Speaking meant coherent thought and all she could say was “Wow”.
“You did good with your hand, but I’m going to do better,” he announced. A moment later he sauntered buck-naked to the other side of the bed, took her free arm in his hand and used the last silk tie to secure her firmly to the bed.
Then he leaned over her, the muscles in his abdomen flexed while his erection inched toward her right nipple. Being fully secured to the bed does not level the playing field. Cindy wet her lips in anticipation, her eyes savoring every angle of his impressive cock. Circumcised, the smooth head gleamed almost purple with desire. The tight veins in his impressive member stood out starkly…begging for her lips and hands.
He knelt on her queen-sized bed, took his erection once again in his hand and tapped the round, wet end of his shaft to her budded nipple.
A shiver of desire rippled through Cindy’s body. Her hips and chest arched to meet his cock. Who knew having a man’s cock slap your nipples could be such a turn-on? Well, others might know that but not Cindy. She was sexually inexperienced. She didn’t normally indulge in her fantasies, except for this one time. Cindy whimpered when he repeated the action, sliding his cock over the achy tip of her other nipple, wetting it with his own cum. She felt branded. And loved it.
“My cum is going to be all over you. In your mouth, on your breasts, on your stomach and in that cunt of yours. We’ve got a long night ahead of us and I plan to guarantee you complete satisfaction.”
Cindy’s entire body throbbed as pulses of desire from his erotic words caused her to pant with need. His promise of delivery almost caused her to climax. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could clamp her legs together to help ease the ache in her pussy, but that was no longer possible. Her arms and legs instinctively bucked against the silk scarves, but they did their job as expertly as her mystery date.
“Now where was I? Yes, that’s right. Open your mouth for me. Wide.”
Another demand. A blunt one at that and she bristled. When she didn’t comply immediately the man tweaked both her nipples hard. She gritted her teeth as her body warred again with the bolts of pain and pleasure spiking through her.
“I said open wide. I’m going to stuff my cock into that lovely mouth of yours.”
This time she did as instructed.
“Good girl.” A moment later he moved his entire body over hers to position his cock and large balls directly in her face. Using his hand, he pushed the tip of his large shaft in her mouth.
Cindy wasn’t sure she’d be able to do this, but now she had no choice. The girth of his shaft was wide but thankfully he seemed to know she needed time to adjust to having her mouth stuffed with his member.
“That’s it. A bit more.”
She gulped, fighting past her gag reflex. It was a heady moment for her. She’d only done one other blowjob in her life and that felt nothing like this. That had been more like a thirty-second cock-in-your-mouth experience. This man, slow and patient, let her body and mouth get used to the feel of his large cock. Tenderly, he withdrew. She licked her tongue along the hard vein and was pleased when he answered her explorations with a moan.
Cindy wanted his cock back in her mouth. Thankfully he obliged, sliding it back as she tilted her head up to meet him. She watched him cup his balls, the soft sac teasing her lips. This time when he removed his cock from her mouth, she darted her tongue over the slick opening at the top. Before he plunged it back into her mouth she spoke.
“Can I lick your balls?”
The muscles in his gut flexed. This time he was speechless. He nodded, and then because her hands were tied he had to use his hands to bring the large weights to her mouth. She darted her tongue out, licking the wrinkly sac, loving the rubbery feel of it. Opening her mouth wider, she felt a thrill of discovery settle in her when he allowed her to pull one of his testicles deep inside the recesses of her mouth. A guttural groan tore from him, which encouraged her ministrations. Using her mouth and tongue, she teased his testicle and repeated the action with his second ball when he pushed that deep inside her mouth.
“Enough.”
Cindy knew his harsh tone masked his desire. She knew all about that.
Without a word, his body skimmed down hers. He trailed a tender line of kisses from her wrists, arms, and the underside of her belly straight to her still-sensitive cunt. Then he plunged a finger deep inside her. A magical jolt of desire shot through her.
“I’m going to finger-fuck you first and you’re going to watch.”
Again his wicked words teased the naughty woman she let out to play tonight.
She felt him twist his hand, his finger pumping toward her stomach as he patted an ultrasensitive spot deep inside her cunt. She squirmed, not used to the feeling.
“Relax. You will enjoy.”
He was masterfully sure of himself. She willed her body to relax and after another minute her cunt muscles responded to his drumbeat on the squishy pad he pressed deep inside her. It was a spot she’d only read about. The man…the mystery man…had found her G-spot, something she’d tried countless times to discover herself with no luck.
“I want your pussy juices all over my hand so I can lick every speck of your cum off my fingers.”
He picked up his repeated drumming on her G-spot. The pressure built within her body and a momentary panic gripped her.
“Trust me, it will feel magical,” he said, using his other hand to tweak her pebbled nub. The action caused her body to heave off the bed. Still he didn’t relent. His finger padded over and over again on her ultrasensitive spot deep within her cunt and then the most magical thing happened. She came. One long stream of hot liquid cum jetted out of her pussy.
“That’s it, baby. So good.” His mouth lapped up every intimate speck of cum that seeped from her. Reverently and tenderly she felt his mouth kissing her swollen nether lips, moving to the insides of her thighs as his tongue lapped up her juices. Her body became limp. More sexually satisfied than she’d ever been in her life, Cindy knew the night had only started. She grinned with that thought while closing her eyes in ecstasy.
“Your cum tastes so good. Like sweet white Graco wine. Now I’m going to change your position.”
Vaguely she wondered if she heard him wrong. She could have sworn he said Graco wine. Thinking he really meant Greek wine, she sleepily watched him untie all the silk scarves. He moved her to the edge of the bed and retied her arms, forcing them behind her back. Now he had her attention. She was fully awake. A zing of electric chemistry, of knowing what he was going to do to her, caused her mouth to salivate.
“My turn.”
With deliberate slowness he pushed the pulsing, thick ridge of his cock deep inside her mouth.
“Take it, baby. You can and you will.”
Chapter Two
Lance couldn’t stop smiling. His ultimate fantasy had come true. Who knew being talked by his sister into participating in the ridiculous Darklander auction would be so much fun? In full warlock mode he had sauntered with pride up and down the theater’s stage, hands on his hips, posing, letting them get a good look at his body clad in the form-fitting black tuxedo.
The oohs and ahhs of the women had burned through him, leaving him edgy and horny. Then when he finished and his sister had handed him the envelope with the yellow daisy he had to give to his blind date, he saw stars for the first time. Lance had seen his sister give the matching daisy to Cindy Frost, his coworker and the woman he’d asked out twice only to be crushed double-time by her. Cindy was tonight’s blind date.
Every man at X
eron thought of her as frigid and dull and all business. But not Lance. He knew deep down in his gut that Cindy was anything but what her last name implied. Driven, successful, sexy and wild. While the first two attributes were easy to see because that’s how she wanted people to view her, Lance knew the other two traits were ones she possessed and longed for. He’d say it was what his warlock heart and soul could discern if anyone asked him, which of course happened. He’d told Hank and Mitch, his two buddies, and they’d laughed their collective asses off. They had laughed even harder when he told them he’d mustered the courage to ask her out only to be knocked down hard, twice.
If he really wanted to he could have used his magic at night to seduce her, but that idea had never sat well with Lance. Until tonight.
Hearing the word “magic” fly out of Cindy’s mouth and then feeling every powerful wisp of her Darklander powers, which had sent him reeling back to that blasted stage where he’d been strutting his stuff, had unleashed something dangerous and wild within him.
To Darklander g’ulot with the blasted rules. Immediately Lance flashed back into her townhouse, slightly amazed he’d been able to do so with ease. For a powerful witch she didn’t use any protectorates. No warding spells to guard her dwelling, no annoying sugar spilled around the windows to trick his mind into forgetting his mission and thankfully no cats to hiss their displeasure at him. Lance snorted. He usually got enough hissing from Hank, not that he’d ever let on to his werecat buddy that he hated felines of all kinds. Hank was a different sort—more beast than cat.
Lance’s mission was to get to Cindy. So he’d landed in her house and before she could open her mouth he’d rearranged her memories, taken her witch powers from her and ensured when he left she’d only vaguely remember him. His warlock nature couldn’t resist making her think she had been his blind date and that she wanted him to fulfill her ultimate fantasy. It’s payback time, baby.
Lance had only tonight, because come dawn all his warlock powers vanished thanks to the stupidity of one of his ancient relatives, a Papadopoulos warlock who had dared to wrong one cantankerous witch. Never cross a witch. Especially not a Stephanopoulos witch. Not only could they burn you with a simple chant, causing your body to combust, but they were so mean they’d make sure your entire family went up in smoke with you. Yeah, the Stephanopoulos witches were true bitches. Hank silently snickered with his own thoughts.
Now who has the last laugh? Lance watched his rigid cock slide sweetly into Cindy’s welcoming mouth. His body vibrated and hummed with magical energy, swamping his senses. Lance swayed on the balls of his feet as Cindy quickly learned what his cock enjoyed, which was everything her perky mouth and tongue were currently doing to his member. He especially loved it when he dragged his shaft out of her mouth so she could slide her tongue along the thick tender vein on the underside. Then he plunged it back down her throat, pushing her limits.
Just as I thought, a wild side. He fought the ragged groan that tore from him when she deep throated almost all of him.
His hand fisted around her silky long blonde hair. Surprising her by popping unannounced into her house, Lance had his first glimpse of her enticing honey-wheat-colored hair and his breath had hitched. Having only seen her hair in its usual no-nonsense tight bun, he’d had no idea of its length. Her hair came to rest at her tailbone and it was every man’s fantasy—blonde, long and unbelievably silky smooth. Lance tightened his hold on the strands fisted in his hands. He longed to bring the ends of her hair up to his nose for a good whiff of that jasmine-scented shampoo of hers that had always driven him nuts.
A small whimper from Cindy drew his attention to what he asked of her. Lance knew his cock was large and there was no way she’d be able to take the entire length of his member down her throat. So at first he’d been slow and tender, letting her get used to the feel of his large shaft invading her mouth and throat. For a moment he wondered how it would feel to have her hand fisted around the base of his cock, pumping him for all he was worth while he worked her mouth. He thought about untying her hands but then thought better of it.
There was a part deep within Cindy that wanted to be tied up. Taken and used so she could pretend she had no control over what was happening to her and Lance was only too happy to oblige. He was glad he used his magic to discern her innermost thoughts.
“I’m going to come in your mouth. You’re going to swallow all of me as I pump it down your throat.”
He blinked, watching the effect of his words. Her light blue eyes rounded up in anticipation. She curled her tongue, swiveling it around the large column of his cock. Picking up the pace, Lance let himself get lost in the rhythm his cock thoroughly enjoyed. He felt his balls bunch tight, his cum seconds away from exploding from the wet slit at the opening of his shaft. For one second he thought about pulling out but then thought better of it. Shoving his shaft down her throat, Lance pushed it past her gag point, knowing she used willpower to keep it down. He came in a hot jet and loved how Cindy’s throat muscles swallowed him whole. Slowly he pulled his still semi-rigid cock out of her mouth, thrilled she took the time to lick him clean.
Lance couldn’t stop himself. He needed to feel those lips of hers. Leaning down, he cupped her head in his large hands and kissed her on the mouth. There was a moment’s hesitation on her part, as if her true self tried to reassert itself, forcing Lance to quickly double his spell, to ensure the binding kept. Then blessedly she opened up. Lance plundered that plump red mouth he’d been dreaming about for months with a thank-you kiss, tasting his own cum on her tongue and lips, causing his body to immediately respond for more.
This was the last thing Lance had expected tonight.
The minute Lance had stepped up to Cindy, feeling her nervous energy as she attempted to talk herself into walking into Finn’s restaurant located on the tallest office building in town, his cock had bucked to attention. When he read her thoughts that said she wanted to peel him layer from layer out of his clothes, pure, unbridled lust had seized his magical powers. Flashing them both to her house had been easy. After all, he knew where she lived because the first time he’d asked her out had been while driving her home after an afternoon business party where she’d had one too many. Thankfully, he was pretty certain she’d been too drunk to remember laughing at him and saying no way when he’d asked her out. Pride hurt, he’d shut his mouth but gallantly escorted her to her door, leaving once she was safely inside and the door re-locked.
The second time he’d mustered his stupid courage to ask her out had been after getting his first promotion. On par with her, they were each managers of one of Xeron’s divisions. Each of them was also determined to secure the upcoming CEO position once their current boss retired in a few months. Nothing like proving yourself in the human, corporate world to show your fellow warlocks not only did you have balls where it counted but you were a killer in the business realm. Business was something Papadopoulos warlocks were especially good at.
They had both been in the elevator when it had gone out of commission. Still reeling and feeling like a warlock making his first kill, Lance had leaned over toward Cindy, noting she’d looked slightly pissed at being stuck in the elevator with him. He’d stated he had been looking for the perfect opportunity to ask her out to dinner. She’d told him none too politely she didn’t think that was a wise move. Thankfully, the elevator had resumed its downward journey to avoid the embarrassing quiet that had settled in the space.
Now here he was kissing the life out of her after she’d given him the best blowjob of his life. Just knowing his cum was inside her and that this was only part of her fantasy fired his cock back to life.
If there was one thing Cindy was it was detailed. Using magic, Lance had read her mind. Her fantasy was every man’s wet dream. She wanted a man who controlled her. A man who made her do things she might not normally want. A man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. While he wasn’t a man, Lance certainly was the perfect warlock for the job.
> Breaking the kiss, he pushed her down on the bed. With her arms tied behind her back, she was slightly helpless, something she didn’t normally allow. Once again Lance admired her body. Tall at an even five-foot-eight with her blonde hair cascading down her back, light blue eyes, lithe frame and bountiful breasts, she was the complete picture of Avera, the Darklander Graco-Roman Goddess of Love and War. When one factored in Cindy’s smarts and her killer attitude when it came to business, Lance knew this woman was more a warrior than a lover because that was what she’d convinced herself of. The fact she was a witch had thrown him for a loop. Lance wasn’t stupid. He knew there were human witches but he’d only ever caught wisps of their power at night.
In the year they worked for the same company not once had he caught a hint of Cindy’s witch powers. Mind you in the day I’m basically a pathetic human. The knowledge of that ripped through Lance.
Knowing Cindy was a witch and she possessed a wild side was a bonus. He was the perfect Darklander warlock for her and was bound and determined to show her that both traits co-existed within her.
Lance shook his head. When did I start down that poetic road? Startled with his own references, Lance knew Cindy Frost had to be your typical human witch. She looked like his Goddess but he’d listened to her butcher his own last name, Papadopoulos, enough times to know she wasn’t from his world. She probably didn’t have a speck of human Greek heritage running through her veins, because for the life of her she couldn’t pronounce his last name without stumbling.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
More than anything Lance wanted to see Cindy’s bare ass. She always wore tight business skirts, either black or blue in color, and while they looked somewhat demure coming to rest at her knees, he’d eyed her rump every time she’d bent over. It had provided him with a remarkable view. But this view will be much better. Lance couldn’t wait to eye the plump curves of her ass cheeks.