Sinfully Spellbound

by Cassandra Lawson

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Allie

  I was so angry tears burned the backs of my eyes. The worst part was I wasn’t even sure what I was angry about. I hated crying when I was mad because it resulted in people trying to comfort me, which usually made me angrier. A hug is not the best answer to me wanting to scream at the top of my lungs. Since I hadn’t unpacked much last night, it only took me a few minutes to finish packing, but I didn’t want to go back downstairs until my dad was gone. If I went out there, I’d have to face both him and Dylan, which would probably push me over the edge. Of course, it might be fun to go out there crying, just to mess with both of them. My father didn’t handle crying well, something my half-sisters said they’d used to their advantage frequently growing up. I didn’t personally have much experience in that area because it seemed kind of childish. The fact that I was even considering using crying to get my way now proved how close to the edge I was.

  What was I doing? Since when did I get weepy and impulsive? Stupid killer! Stupid Dylan and Dad! Maybe I should put all males in the idiot category since it had been males making my life hell the last couple of days. Okay, it might be unfair to say Dylan was making my life hell, but he was complicating it with his sudden desire to . . . Actually, I had no idea what Dylan wanted from me at this point. Now that he knew who my father was, he might be making arrangements to get me out of his house as quickly as possible. That would be best for both of us. Really, it would. Okay, I needed to work on convincing myself, which made it even more important to get away from Dylan.

  Going home was a bad idea, even if my father was rich. The apartment had no security, and we couldn’t have many spells added since it was in a human run building. Trevor’s place seemed like my best option. He had plenty of room, and I was pretty sure we wouldn’t get on each other’s nerves. Grabbing my phone, I typed a quick message.

  ME: Can I stay with you for a few days?

  TREVOR: Why? What’s going on?

  Why couldn’t he give me an answer?

  ME: I’ll tell you when I get there.

  I’d just stripped out of my sweatpants and was about the change into a pair of jeans when my phone buzzed with the incoming call.

  “Hey, Trev,” I answered, trying to keep my tone light.

  “You in some kind of trouble?” Trevor asked. “Or, are you trying to avoid Dylan?”

  “I promise I’ll tell you when I get there,” I said. “I just need a place to stay, and I can’t stay at my apartment right now.”

  Dylan had just walked into the room, and he snatched the phone out of my hand and put it on speaker while I glared at him.

  “Trevor?” Dylan said.

  “Yeah,” Trevor replied cautiously. “Please tell me you didn’t break into Allie’s apartment, because I don’t want to have to handle your cases while you’re in jail.”

  “She’s at my house,” Dylan said without taking his eyes off me. “At the moment, she’s in my bedroom, glaring at me like she’s hoping lasers will shoot out of her eyes and strike me dead.”

  “Allie is at your house again?” Trevor asked.

  “Not for long,” I said. “So, can I stay with you, Trevor?”

  “No,” Dylan responded for Trevor.

  “Give me one good reason,” I snapped.

  “Because you won’t be able to sit for the ride over there,” Dylan said. “Wanna know why?”

  I shook my head, cursing my body for responding to his sensual threat.

  “I do,” Trevor said eagerly.

  “Should I tell him what I’m about to do to you?” Dylan asked as I tried to grab my phone. “Should I tell him how I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank that cute little ass of yours for even thinking about putting your life in danger and for acting like a brat?”

  “Fuck me,” Trevor murmured.

  “I’ll call you later,” Dylan said.

  “No!” Trevor shouted. “Keep me on the line a little longer. I promise I’ll be quiet.”

  Dylan ignored him and ended the call before tossing my phone across the bed. “Come here, Alana,” he ordered.

  The fact that Dylan was calling me Alana seemed like a pretty good indicator of how pissed he was. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing Dylan felt. All I had to do was look down at his pants to know he was also turned on. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that realization. There was no denying the sexual tension was arousing me, too, but I’d just convinced myself that the smart thing to do was get away from Dylan as fast as possible, so it made no sense that I was standing here ready to beg him to fuck me.

  “Are you going to come over here or stand there looking at my dick all day?” Dylan asked with an annoying smirk.

  “Neither,” I spat out because that smirk reminded me I was mad at all men. “As I already said, I’m leaving.”

  “No, you aren’t,” Dylan said as he slowly stalked toward me. “I have about four hours before I need to be at a council meeting, and we have a few things to work out before I leave.”

  “Council meeting?” I asked.

  “Yes. The Council of Witches is meeting to discuss the succubus killings,” he explained.

  I snorted. “Since when do they care what happens to anyone who isn’t a witch?”

  “Since someone tried to murder Julian Talbot’s daughter,” he said. There was no missing the annoyance in his voice, and I was assuming he was still annoyed about discovering who my father was.

  “The police aren’t even convinced it was related to the killings.” I paused and thought for a moment. Why was I arguing about the council getting involved, anyway? “I guess it doesn’t matter why they’re choosing to get involved. This is a good thing. Those elitists don’t give a damn about a bunch of demons being slaughtered, but they can’t ignore a threat to me because most of them are busy kissing my dad’s ass. If we need to be there in four hours, I should get ready now.”

  This distraction was just what I needed to take my mind off of sex with Dylan. The only problem with my plan was that when I tried to move, I couldn’t. I was literally frozen in place. I’d been so distracted I hadn’t even noticed the spell weaving around my body.

  Dylan’s smile turned predatory as he circled around behind me.

  “Let me go, Dylan,” I demanded, but my breathy voice held no conviction. Completely at Dylan’s mercy, my body nearly trembled with need as I waited for his touch.

  Pushing my hair to the side, he brushed the back of my neck with his lips before splaying his fingers across my belly and placing his cheek against mine. “Do you honestly want me to let you go?” he asked.

  “No,” I admitted, and I would probably be trembling with the force of my lust if I could move.

  “Should I tell you what I want to do to you?” he asked as his teeth scraped my earlobe. “Would you like that, Allie?”

  “Yes,” I replied in a voice that was shaky with my arousal.

  “I’m going to strip you out of these clothes,” he said, bending his knees to rub his erection against my ass. “Then I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank you. Just thinking about your gorgeous ass wiggling around while I spank you is almost enough to make me come in my pants. Do you like the sound of that? Tell me you want me to spank you.”

  “I don’t know,” I said, but I was lying, and Dylan’s chuckle suggested he knew I was lying. “Yes, I want that,” I admitted. “Goddess, I want you to spank me and then fuck me.”

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I have every intention of fucking you. When your pretty little ass is bright red, I’m going to bend you over my bed and fuck you until you promise not to do anything stupid like leave here.”

  “What if I don’t promise?” I asked.

  “Then I’ll just have to fuck you until you’re too weak to walk out of this room,” he said.

  I shuddered, making me realize that the magic hold on me was gone. When I turned to face Dylan, he placed one hand on my cheek, and the other threaded through the back of my
hair, holding me in place as his mouth claimed mine with a kiss that was both punishing and coaxing at the same time. I’d never known one kiss could do so many things. Dylan pulled back when he had me moaning against his mouth and gripping his shoulders to keep my balance. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and stripped it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lacy black boy shorts.

  “Perfect,” Dylan murmured. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his lap before I had a chance to respond.

  My cheeks heated because I was more than a little embarrassed in this position. “I’m not a child for you to punish,” I said, trying hard to sound annoyed when that was the last thing I felt at that moment. Embarrassed? Yes. Turned on? Hell, yes!

  Dylan chuckled and massaged my ass. “Punishment? Is that what you think this is? Do you feel like you’re being punished?”

  “No,” I admitted.

  “It’s not a punishment,” Dylan said softly. “Yes, I’m annoyed, and this will help me feel better. It’ll make you feel better, too. This is something I enjoy, but it is definitely not meant to be a punishment. Have you ever been spanked for fun before?”

  “No,” I said. “I’m not sure I can get into this sort of thing, but the idea is really turning me on.”

  “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop,” Dylan assured me.

  Dylan adjusted me to slide my panties down so my backside was bare to him, and my vagina clenched almost painfully with lust in anticipation of what was to come. I expected him to start right away, but he spread my legs slightly and slipped two fingers inside me, pushing them in and out slowly.

  “Fuck, Allie,” Dylan practically groaned. “I knew you were getting turned on by this, but you’re soaking wet. This is going to be so good for both of us.”

  All I could do was let out a little whimper in reply. His fingers were working magic inside of me, and I wanted him to bring me to orgasm, but too soon, his fingers were gone. I was about to complain when his hand came down on my ass with a loud smack that echoed through the air. I tensed, waiting for pain, but the light swat didn’t hurt, and it actually made me want him to spank me harder.

  “Are you okay?” Dylan asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted. I was still a little embarrassed about being in this position, but I was also so turned on I’d probably let him do anything at this point.

  Dylan’s hand came down harder, and there was a slight sting this time. Before I could worry about whether it hurt, he slipped his hand between my legs again and stroked me, making me writhe on his lap.

  “Some women can orgasm from being spanked,” he said in a rough voice. “What do you think of that? I might just come with your wiggling all over my lap.”

  How could he possibly expect me to participate in a conversation at a time like this? I did manage to utter an inarticulate complaint when he stopped stroking me, but that complaint died when his palm smacked down on my ass again. This time, he didn’t stop to ask me how I was doing. His hand came down several more times, alternating cheeks in a rhythmic pattern, and I wasn’t sure if I loved it or if it was too much. No doubt about it, each swat delivered a sting, but it also made my aching pussy vibrate. Every move was controlled and proved he was in charge of this situation. I’d spent most of my life struggling to be in control, and I’d never have guessed that completely relinquishing it could be so freeing and so arousing.

  I became lost in sensation. The rhythmic sound of his swats was almost hypnotic. The sting and the warmth spreading across my ass was right on the edge of where pleasure and pain mix. The vibrations in my pussy with each swat made me ache and squirm to try to bring myself closer to orgasm.

  When Dylan’s palm came down with more force, I let out a whimper. “Too much,” I said.

  Dylan massaged my ass for a moment before sliding two fingers inside of me again.

  “I don’t think I can wait any longer to get inside of you,” he said in a guttural tone as his fingers expertly found the right spot inside of me to make me moan. “Having you like this is so fucking hot, Allie. Tell me you like it.”

  “Goddess, yes,” I whimpered. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever tried, but I can’t take anymore. Please, fuck me, Dylan,” I begged.

  Dylan set me on my feet and bent me over the bed before standing behind me and yanking my panties the rest of the way down.

  “You look so fucking beautiful with your freshly spanked ass sticking out like this.”

  My cheeks were getting warm, and Dylan chuckled. “Now, the cheeks on your face are as red as the ones below.”

  “Dylan!” I squealed.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I love making my sweet little succubus blush.”

  “I’m not your succubus,” I said without much conviction.

  I heard the rip of the condom package shortly before Dylan’s cock slid inside of me, filling me completely. “Really? Then I guess I’d better stop doing this. I’m only planning to fuck my woman,” he said as he slid out until only his tip remained inside of me. “Too bad you aren’t mine.”

  “That is fighting dirty,” I said on a moan.

  “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want.” Dylan stayed behind me, with the tip of his penis barely inside of me. It was torture. “Are you willing to do anything to get what you want?” he asked before leaning forward to nip the back of my neck.

  “That’s blackmail,” I accused.

  “Call it what you like,” he said. “So, are you mine? Tell me how much you want your man to make you scream.”

  “Please, take me, Dylan,” I pleaded. “I’m yours.”

  Dylan’s movements became almost frantic as he slammed into my body. I was already so close to orgasm that I came hard around his cock within three thrusts. Dylan slowed his pace as the spasms of my orgasm subsided.

  “You’re so fucking incredible,” he said. That’s when he started moving again, nearly lifting my feet off the floor with each powerful thrust.

  “You are mine,” he ground out. “Say it again,” he demanded.

  “I can’t,” I barely managed to pant out as he continued to fuck me. My second orgasm was so close, my body coiled tighter and tighter. Each thrust pressed against my ass, making it sting and reminding me of the erotic spanking. “Harder!” That’s when Dylan slowed down. “Don’t stop!” I practically pleaded.

  “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll let you come again,” he demanded.

  “I’m yours,” I relented, and Dylan reached a hand in front of me to stroke my clit as he ground against me from behind. I came hard, screaming and writhing.

  Dylan’s own orgasm was right after mine.

  I scowled at Dylan over my shoulder. “That doesn’t count because I said it under duress,” I insisted. “You’re a lawyer, so you know I’m right.”

  Dylan just chuckled as he stepped back and helped me to my feet before pulling me against him. With my back against his chest, he leaned forward to nuzzle my ear. “You said it twice, sweetheart. I’ll have to keep getting you to say it under duress until you believe it.”

  If that meant sex like we’d just had, then I wasn’t sure I minded saying it under duress a few dozen more times. Oh, yes, I was more than ready for Dylan to spend hours trying to make me believe I was his.