“It is,” I whispered huskily.
One second I was spread out on the bed, and the next he was there, his hands hard as they secured mine in a vicelike grip. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he growled huskily. His timbre vibrated through me and started a wave of heat that unfurled from my stomach and soaked my panties.
“Good, now make me beg,” I continued to taunt him.
I wasn’t prepared for the rope that he glamoured as it wrapped around my hands, and he then lifted me up to a hook that he pulled down from the ceiling. That was something I hadn’t seen in a while! He slipped the ropes through it, and then moved away from the bed.
“I have a few surprises for you,” he answered my unasked question. “Things to torture you sweetly with, things to make you come as well, tell me, Pet. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I answered him truthfully. I wanted him inside of me already, and he knew it. I was greedy when it came to him and the pleasure he gave me.
“Good, but I’m not going to allow it for a while yet. Tonight you’ll need to earn it,” he continued. I watched as he glamoured his clothes off and sat in a chair near the bed. “Tell me, are you wet just wondering what I plan to do to that sweet pink flesh?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“And who owns that pretty flesh?” he asked, and when I hesitated, he paused and looked at me. My body was flooded with magic, thick and powerful magic. My nipples were pulled on, my clit was pinched painfully, and I gagged as something pushed deep into my throat. I moaned and looked at him, and then it was all gone.
“You do,” I whimpered; the feeling of something rubbing against my clit was overwhelming. I moved against it, and then almost growled when he glamoured a chair in front of the bed.
“Good girl. Now, tell me how badly you want to be fucked, and make me believe it.”
“I don’t want it; I crave it. I crave your cock, and I hunger to taste it,” I moaned, and then felt a slight slap on my behind.
“Is that so?” he replied, and I watched as his hand wrapped around his cock. I licked my lips hungrily in reply.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
He moved from the chair and kneeled on the bed, but he wasn’t close enough for my taste. His hand reached up and pulled me down, without unhooking me. I was eye level with his monstrous cock and I moaned with hunger for it.
“Lusty little wench,” he whispered huskily as his cock rubbed over my lips. “You want that, don’t you?” he asked, and yet he didn’t give it to me; instead he held my hair and lifted my face until I was forced to meet his obsidian gaze.
“Mmm,” I answered and as I did, he pushed his cock inside my mouth. I moaned as he pushed, and rocked his hips slowly.
“Gods you’re so beautiful sucking me off,” he said as he pushed further, and then pulled out. He did it several times, making me struggle to keep him inside my lips. “My turn,” he said after a few moments of fucking my mouth had passed.
He pulled roughly on the rope, which placed me back upright, and then he lifted my hips and spread my legs wide as he moved my panties to the side, out of his way. He lay beneath me, and then pulled my body down until I was over his carnal mouth. “No coming yet,” he warned as he stroked my desire with his mouth and tongue.
I moved as best as I could; riding his mouth as I felt myself unraveling. I could feel him inside of me, and moaned every time his nose pushed against my clit. The masculine noises he made as he continued to ravish me with his hungry mouth alone were enough to send me over the edge, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t been given permission.
His hands came up and held my legs further apart as he watched me. When I was sure I couldn’t hold on any longer, he stopped and crawled out from between my legs. I was a slick mess, and he knew it. He pulled up on the rope until I was hanging in the air with my knees only grazing the bed. He glamoured more rope and smiled as he wrapped it around one knee, and then secured it to the huge oak poster frame.
“I like you wet and exposed, Pet. I like you at my mercy,” he said as he tightened the rope and then repeated it with the other leg. When I was hanging there, he reached up and slapped my *. Hard. “I also like to hear you scream and beg me to own your sweet flesh,” he continued. “I can do anything I want to you, and I will.”
“Not complaining here,” I whimpered as another hard slap landed on my sensitive place.