by Viola Grace
Not having him looking at her was the release she needed. One trembling hand darted out to open his trousers, undoing the button, and carefully lowering the zipper. Izzy slipped one hand into his pants and gently drew out the warm pulsing flesh.
He scooted his body forward, to put his cock in line with her mouth, if she were on her knees. So down she went. She dipped her head toward his pulsing cock, and licked gently at the salty precum that was beginning to appear at the flared tip.
At the contact of her tongue, she heard him groan, and smiled in response. She continued by dragging her tongue up and down the length of his penis, swirling and dampening every inch that she could reach. Her hand gripped the shaft, and her mouth moved to take him into her damp heat. Slowly, swirling her tongue around him as she went, she pushed him into her, then dragged him out, keeping suction as she drew back.
At his groan of approval, she continued. Drawing back and forth until the moist sounds of suction were the only counterpoint to his groans and the crackling of the fire. As she felt his body tense, ready to climax, she withdrew. One of her hands remained on him, stroking gently and keeping at the precipice.
Lunging upward, James dragged her down onto him, her breasts crushed against his chest, and his mouth locking on hers. A wave of amusement flowed through her, rippling through her lust as his fingers delved between her thighs to part them and spread the moisture within.
She let out a grunt as he thrust two fingers within her, then a third. Her hips flexed against his hand as it plunged between her thighs with rough insistence. With a gasp, she pulled her mouth from his and shuddered as her release broke over her.
“That’s cheating, Izzy,” was all that he whispered against her neck as his fingers continued to drive within her, feeling the subtle tug of her inner chamber against his invading digits. “Now I have to start over.”
His thumb began to rotate around her clit with the rough pad rasping against the delicate tissue. Swiftly, the fire built within her again, and soon she was bucking against him once more.
His fingers withdrew, and drew a line up to her breasts. Leaving a trail of her own juices shining on her flesh. “Now, take me inside you, and fuck me.” Both of his hands were on her breasts, learning the textures of her body, as she fumbled with his cock and finally got him lodged in her slick and open flesh.
Whimpering gently, she slid down upon him. Only now realizing the exact dimensions that she had been caressing earlier. Her hands braced against his chest as Izzy slowly worked her hips against the shaft impaling her, driving him deeply into her body.
As her hips slid up and down on his cock, the image of James, with his head thrown back and the corded muscles of his neck standing out in relief, were burned into her mind. His hands left her breasts and gripped her hips firmly. With a shuddering groan, he slammed her down onto him, her moist flesh pulsing around him as his seed spewed from him. She held onto him firmly as her own release followed hard on the heels of his.
James grunted as she pulsed around him, milking him dry. His body arching in a bow as a second wave of cum erupted from his cock, his balls tight against his body.
With sweat dripping from her, she slumped down onto his chest, both of their bodies supported by the chair. Izzy felt her heartbeat slow, and with her head on his chest, was soothed by the slowing pace of his as well.
Minutes after their orgasms, Izzy lifted her head and met his gaze. Their hearts were now beating in time.
James lifted one hand and stroked her hair. She leaned into the caress and her lids drooped in exhaustion. Male satisfaction was stamped on his face, and she felt her cheeks grow hot as her body began to register all of the tiny aches, pains and pulses that they had just generated.
“What are you blushing for?” He trailed one hand down her heated cheek moving it across her neck and down to her breasts, where the blush had turned her pale flesh a rosy pink.
“Umm…that isn’t a usual activity for me.”
“Oh really, which part exactly?”
“The part where I, um. The part where you…oh hell.” She ducked her head and began to squirm, seeking her freedom. Unfortunately, she was still impaled on his penis, which began to swell as her hips rocked around it.
“No moving. The next time will be of my choosing.”
“Wait, you mean to say that I had a choice here? I could have just stayed in my room?” She was astonished. She could have sworn that his magic had drawn her here. “I thought that you said that I only had a few hours to choose you and then you would come for me.”
“I lied.” Then something happened that she had never imagined.
James began to laugh.
In all her months of working at his company, being in meetings with him, and watching him as he dealt with his employees, she had never heard him laugh. The low rumble began as a growl then moved on to a short bark, and soon his whole body was convulsing in laughter.
The side effect that caught him by surprise was that his firming erection was moving within her in time to his amusement. Each chuckle echoed with a slide of his cock within her and she was moaning and shivering in response. All too soon, he stopped, and she cried out in protest.
“No. Please don’t stop.”
Tears had formed in the corners of his eyes, evidence of his mirth. Those same eyes widened in surprise as he watched her trembling above him, once again close to the edge. “You are a hot little thing, aren’t you?”
“Apparently. Now would you please finish what your hysterics started? Please, James?” Her breasts were flushed and swollen, her hands cupping them gently. She would have raised and lowered her hips, but he had held them from the moment that he began to laugh, to keep him inside her.
“Hysterics? That is hardly flattering Isobel.” His hands let her move an inch then held her firm once again. Her eyes were wild as she read the evil intent in his. He was going to let her suffer, twisting for release on his shaft, as he lay there, restricting her movement. “Perhaps, I should send you to your room now.”
Horror dawned across her features. “You wouldn’t.”
He laughed again. “Just watch me.”
And, watch him she did. Magic swirled around them in an instant and transported them both to his bedroom. They arrived with him on his back, in his bed. She blinked in astonishment as she realized that they were still joined.
Chapter Five
Now it was her turn to laugh. Giggles erupted from her, causing the firm flesh of her breasts to wobble gently as she struggled to contain her amusement.
Then she gave up the battle.
Howls of amusement broke through her, he slipped out of her as she rocked back and forth in her paroxysm of laughter.
“Hey, no fair! I stayed inside you while I was laughing.” James propped himself up on one elbow and watched her body struggle to cease it’s convulsion.
“I…thought…you…were…going…to…leave…me…like…that.” Gasps interspersed her speech, and she began to wind down. Her body was limp on the coverlet, one hand thrown across her belly, rubbing gently at the stitch in her side.
“Naw. A nice guy like me would never do something like that. But I might do something like this.” That was all the warning she got.
In seconds, she was on her belly with a pillow tucked under her hips, his knees parting her thighs from behind. She felt the warm rough texture of his hands on her ass, kneading the flesh. One hand slid up the graceful line of her spine to cover the tattoo that she still had not seen.
She could feel the head of his cock pushing against the opening of her welcoming channel. With his body covering her like this, she was aware of his scent on the bedding beneath her, and the earthy scent of their joining, seeping from her. His hand on her shoulder held her down as he began to enter her, and as he drove forward, she moaned in reaction to the pressure on her swollen tissues. He felt huge! Entering her from this angle, he could go as deep as he wanted, and he wanted to go in all the way.
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sp; This time, she was completely at his mercy as he drove forward, his balls swinging against her clit with every deep thrust. Her hands gathered the sheets as she tried to brace herself against the rising pounding of her blood. Each stroke was rasping against her g-spot and she was mewling with frustration as her arousal kept building, beyond where she would normally have climaxed.
Izzy wasn’t sure why he had his hand on her shoulder, until the power started to flow into her. Magic began to pour into her, every pore of her skin felt electric. She felt that she would fly apart long before he let her come.
She heard her own voice, low and breathy begging for release. She tried to push herself up on her arms to thrust back against him, but the hand on her shoulder kept her pinned to the bed. Spots of light sparked behind her eyes, and she listened to her own voice keening in desperation.
James’ voice was growling, trying to sooth her with words she could no longer understand. The steady flow of power into her had to go somewhere. And finally it broke free.
Izzy opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped as her body froze, every muscle locked. James found his cock clamped in a velvet vise as her body gripped him in its release. The magic in her body had to go somewhere, and into his shaft it went.
Dimly, she felt the rush of power leave her, a river of release exiting through James. Then she heard his shout and felt him pump into her with a violence that widened her eyes. Liquid fire was being spilled inside her. Magic in its purest form.
That was the last thought she had for twelve hours.
* * * *
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” There was a voice. It was an annoying voice. She decided to ignore it. Izzy turned and snuggled back into the pillow that was under her head.
“C’mon Isobel. You can’t stay in bed all day.” The stupid voice was still there. Couldn’t it tell she was happy where she was?
“Well, you can. But then I would join you, and I don’t think you are up for another round yet.” The voice now had hands and something was prodding at her backside. Another round? Of what?
Memories came flooding back and she shot out of the bed and landed on the floor. Her shaking thighs were unable to support her. She looked up and saw James Sterling’s face. He was smiling. No, laughing. At her.
“Do you need help, sweet?” He got off the bed and helped her to stand. The big jerk looked like he was dressed in weekend casual. Jeans and a t-shirt.
Izzy blinked in astonishment. She had never seen him dressed like that. Last night flooded back, but she had seen him naked, no wait. She had been naked. He had still been clothed. No fair.
“No fair.” It came out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“What isn’t fair, sweet?” His finger stroked her hair out of her eyes.
“I haven’t seen you naked. You’ve seen me twice.”
“Three times, including now Izzy. But I think more sex can wait for later. We have a whole year together after all.” His nostrils flared. “Plus, you still smell of sex from last night. Let’s get you into a shower.”
“And whose fault is that? I don’t give off male pheromones.” She pouted at the embarrassment of the musky odor that she had to admit was coming from her.
“And very grateful for that I am, let me tell you.” His hands reached into the shower stall and set the temperature and then he unceremoniously shoved her inside. “Now take a shower. Your mother brought you some clothes. They’re on the bed.”
Then he left her. She stood bemused in the torrent of warm water. Mechanically, she reached for the soap and began to lather her shoulders, breasts, belly and crotch. On automatic, she washed her hair, then looked for a conditioner and came up empty. Damn. Her hair wasn’t going to like that.
She rinsed herself off, then soaped up her fingers and gently inserted them into her sore and swollen flesh. His enthusiasm from the night before had left her feeling slightly bruised inside, an ache more than a pain. The semen dried between her thighs had come off of her skin relatively easily, and the prospect of pregnancy flitted through her mind.
She would have to wait until her power returned to check. Thanks to her mother, it would return faster than anyone had imagined.
The hot water pouring down on her had the effect of loosening the tense muscles, and soon she found that she had no more excuses to stay in the shower. Regretfully she turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower stall.
The steam from her absorption of the hot water had clouded all the mirrors, and there were several. She took one of the fluffy towels off of the rack next too the shower stall, and wiped off the mirror. Then the one behind her.
For the first time, she could see the glyph that he had marked her with. It was a blend of scarlet and gold with a blue crest in the center that marked her as the property of the Sterling clan. She reached over her shoulder with the opposite arm to trace over the design with a fingertip. Magic flared within it at her touch, and the glyph itself was strangely familiar. She made a mental note to have Jinx check it out.
Sighing, she toweled herself dry then wrapped it around her, and wandered into the bedroom. On the freshly made bed was her duffle bag. She grinned and imagined James’ look of distaste as he handled it. It had traveled across the country with her and never let her down. It was also always packed for any possible contingency.
Izzy dug around in the bag and produced her own set of jeans and t-shirt to wear, along with a perfectly matched bra and panty set in purple silk. She shivered slightly as the silk skimmed her skin and then settled into place. The cotton going on over it felt like armor.
A side pocket of the duffle yielded her sandals and she finally felt ready to face James.
Fully dressed and curious, she began to explore her prison.
Well, perhaps not a prison, but he was still holding her here against her will. She wanted him, and had chosen him months ago, but the reality of being given to him was almost unbearable. She was not property to be handed around, which she would make clear to him at her earliest convenience.
Out the window, she could see nothing but yard and woods. The yard was clear of any but the sparsest grass, and the woods provided a lush wall to block the view from all highways and passersby. She seemed to be on an upper floor. The bathroom held the shower stall, an enormous tub and a double sink across from the toilet. The entire interior was mirrored. Privacy in the bath was obviously not high on his list of concerns.
She smiled. As soon as that damned pixie dust wore off and her powers came back, she would put those mirrors to good use. James would have to get used to houseguests if he planned to keep her for a year.
She found his study, and made note of the computer. Hurrah. She could get to her email and contact Jinx. She had a feeling her friend would be panicking by now.
The thick carpet beneath her feet made her transit through the house silent. It also kept her from hearing James come up behind her.
“You’re going to miss breakfast. Cheeves only makes it once.” The voice sounded behind her and she shrieked and jumped two feet into the air. Somehow, he made it past her sensors.
“Holy crap! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” She whirled to confront the arrogant bastard, and found him lounging easily against the wall.
He heaved a sigh and picked her up, taking her to breakfast by the simple expedience of carrying her. “It wouldn’t have been necessary to sneak up on you if you had come down for breakfast. The tour can wait. How do you like the house?” His tone was conversational. He was downright chatty this morning. Weird.
He was never this sociable. Perhaps it was the company, she thought to herself, and then snuggled more deeply into his embrace.
Cheeves was one of the ugliest goblins she had ever seen. He had an odd number of everything. Three eyes, five arms—one sprouting from his back—and a tripod of legs. One nose with only one nostril, was a little hard to look at. Or at least it would have been if Izzy had not met several goblins at her parents’ parties.
“Good morning Isobel. My name is Cheeves, and I am the housekeeper. Please let me know your food preferences, and I will endeavor to provide them for you.” He shot her a smile that could have curdled cream, half of his jagged razor teeth exposed.
“Well, thank you Cheeves. I prefer eggs benedict for breakfast, and meat for any other course that you have. Medium rare. But in a pinch for breakfast, I can make do with anything that isn’t waffles.” Craning her neck around to look directly at him as she spoke was harder than it would seem.
“James? Would you put me down please?” She began to squirm restlessly, and tried to throw him off balance.
“No. I like you where you are.” He simply sat down. That stopped her squirms, and the plate heaping with eggs, sausage, toast and fresh tomatoes distracted her handily.
She was half way through her breakfast, when she noticed a disturbance in the lap beneath her. Her progress on the toast slowed, and then halted as the erection prodding at her got more insistent. She twisted in her ‘seat’ to look James in the face. His own breakfast was untouched.
“Why in hell are you getting an erection during breakfast?” Her tone was accusing, more for her delay in eating the fantastic food than anything else.
“I have never seen a woman eat like that before. It’s quite a turn on.” His voice was husky, and she could feel it through all parts of their bodies that were in contact.
“I would have to concur with that. If my wife started to eat like that, I would be on her in no time.” Cheeves gravelly voice swiveled her head around and her blush began to flood her face as she pushed her food away.