“I can almost taste the blood running through your veins, you are so delicious.” Thayer’s voice is a little shaky from his nerves possibly.
“I have a few other spots that are just as delectable.” I say breathlessly and I skim his lips with my index finger. His words creep me out a little. I don’t know what guy talks about someone’s blood tasting good and if he acts like he is going to bite me any where I will send him to another dimension with a few chants and a bite of my lip. I gaze into his eyes and he startles me when his teeth snap at my finger and his throat lets out a snaring growl. His eyes are soft and I am assured that he is just playing and my fear vanishes. He pulls my skirt up over my ass and tugs on the thin string that is my thong until it pops, and they fall seamlessly to the hard tile floor. He places his substantial hands on either side of my waist and pushes me up higher on the wall, holding me there steady as his lips engage mine. I can't help but touch every part of his body that my hands can reach although the part I am most interested in is too far for even my long arms to reach from this angle. He releases one hand and uses it to undo the button on his pants all the while he is slowly making his way from my mouth to my neck. I hear the metal zipper of his pants sliding down and then silence and stillness. I can't help but open my eyes to see what he is doing and his red eyes startle me. I blink and they are brown again. Fuck the arousal is playing tricks on me. I lay my head back against the walls flat surface and take in a deep breath. I can smell his clean scent all around me. “Ahh.” I scream out.
His length penetrated through my folds without warning. It is fast and hard. The passion he has is searing and I want more. I crave more. I arch my back so his shaft slides inside me deeper. Fuck, he has reached something inside that I have never experienced before and the feeling that is building up is hard to let go. I know I need to come but I don't want this feeling to end. I want the pleasure to continue making me quiver. Every part of me is shaking tremendously and I have to remind myself to breath, since I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. My arms fall weak to my sides as he continues to ram deep within me and I hold back my release. “Your pussy is so wet; I know you want to come. Don’t hold back baby. Come for me.” His words are my unraveling. I come for him as he slides in and out at a slower pace and stills, releasing a small jerk when he has come. He slips out of me and removes the condom. I point toward the living room and softly mutter, “Bathroom is down the hall on the left.”
He strolls to the bathroom to clean himself up and I lay still on the cold tile floor of my loft. My legs feel like jello and my heart is slowly starting to return to its normal pattern. It was brief but it was the best sex I have ever had. It was raw and passionate. There was no need for magic to make me feel anything. It was there on its own. Perfectly and leaving me ravished. The feeling in my legs start to return so I stagger back up, pull my skirt down over my ass, and search on the floor for my torn thongs. They are nowhere in sight. I assume he took them to the trash for me, which is very considerate for a one-night stand. Hell, for any man. I walk toward the kitchen and stop to look in the large square mirror on the wall in the living room. I have mascara dripping down my face so I lick my finger and rub at it until it disappears. When I have the last bit off, Thayer saunters back into the room looking as hot as the first time I saw him at the bar. Actually, I think he is now a few notches hotter after I know how good he feels inside me.
“So, what's up with the locked room?” He asks, nodding his head toward the back room. “Oh that, it's just filled with my treasures like diamonds and blocks of gold.” I walk over to the couch, take a seat, and swallow a sip from the glass of wine I just poured myself. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I just opened a new bottle of “Lakeshores, French kiss white wine” if you have time you can hang for a while and we can have round two.” I lick my lips slowly, tasting the sweetness from the wine and wait for his response. Besides, there will be a round two regardless if he likes it or not. I need more and I am not ready to let him leave just yet. He pours the wine into the crystal wine glass and shakes it in the air. I can't help but to be mesmerized by every move he makes and downright unable to take my eyes off him. I would almost swear on my soul that the liquid is rotating in slow motion as he swirls the glass. Once he takes a sip, he finally accompanies me on the sofa. We both know what is next, but I think he is playing hard to get again. It is as if he’s extremely turned on by my suffering and my complete need for him to touch me.
“Are you going to show me behind the door?” Thayer adjusts the way he is sitting and turns his body toward me. My eyes focus in on his shirt that is halfway unbuttoned with a small patch of hair peaking through the fabric. I haven't even seen him without his clothes on and I can't control my thoughts. “Why is it important?” I look at him dead face.
“If you have it locked up, either you are hiding something or you are hiding something. So you should just let the cat out of the bag.” He slides his hand up my leg and pauses as I let out a small breath. I sigh, “Damn, if you are going to be a baby about it then I will show you but you better know this, once you go in you can't walk out.” Thayer's eyes widen. I rise up from the couch and hold my hand out for him to take it and he does. We march to the back room and I stop dead center of the door and turn to face him. “Are you sure you want to know my secrets?” He nods his head yes. I reach above the photo that hangs on the wall adjacent to the door and slide off the small copper key and slip it into the doorknob. Once the door is open, I stand back and allow him to enter the room first. My breath hitches as I follow a little farther behind him as he takes it all in. I take in a deep breath and have the sense of warmness engulf my veins. I don’t bring anyone in this room unless they are under a spell which happens only after they agree and sign a contract that my attorney has drawn up. I would never do anything sexual with a person without their permission of course. The only thing is that after it is over they will remember nothing about the room or the magic but only the magnificent amount of pleasure they experienced with me.
The room is black with splashes of red and silver to make the room inviting. The large dark walls are completely masked by a black shimmery fabric that is almost like curtains, but made to make the room more appealing to the eye. In the center of the room is a large magic circle that is where the magic begins. Sex spells are the hardest spell to cast other than the love ones because all words can be confusing when it comes to love and pleasure. It took me years to perfect this spell and now I have it down pat. Of course, the inner of the circle protects me for, if or when, the man or woman gets out of control. I have learned the hard way that even my best judgment in a one-night stand might be my worse. It is cold tonight in this room with the dropping temperatures outside so I grab the remote off the large oak dresser on the far side of the room and switch on the fireplace. On the left of the dresser is a king-sized oak bed with a slatted headboard. A black down comforter and red silk sheets top the bed with a few pillows to complete the look, but have never been used. This room is not for sleeping, ever. Once the magic is over, everyone goes home and I go back to pretending to be the innocent human that lives alone with her black cat named Pansy.