“You ate spelled truth truffles,” I blurt out, the chocolates already taking effect.
“Mmm, is that what that feeling is?” His large hands glide over my thighs, and he squeezes. “These fucking thighs, I can’t stop touching them, thinking about them. I want to bite them.”
“You’ve made me so fucking wet tonight,” I tell him, feeling lose and happy. Every thought just spilling from my lips.
His grip tightens on my thighs, and he groans. “The indecent things I want to do to you, Blair.”
“Tell me,” I whisper.
“I want to bend you over and spank your ass until you’re begging me to fuck you. I want to fuck you in your sleep and wake you up with an orgasm. You make me want to do things I’ve never wanted to do before. I want to watch your pretty eyes change color when I lick your cunt so good you can’t breathe.”
I can’t help it as I grind against his length.
“I’ve never wanted someone so bad. Wanted to take care of someone so badly. I want to spoil the fuck out of you,” he says.
“I want that. Touch me, Dax.”
His green eyes are so dark as he looks at my face. His thumb sliding between my lips and tugging on my bottom lip.
“What do you want from me, little witch?”
“I want you to be my daddy, Dax. No one has treated me like you have tonight. It’s pathetic. I feel pathetic. But I think you could take care of me.” I cover my mouth with my hands and groan. I want to die on the spot. How mortifying and embarrassing, no way that’s something that Dax wants. I’ve hardly even admitted to myself that I wanted a man to take control and take care of me, and here I’m word vomiting to the most attractive man I’ve ever met. My hands push against his chest as I try to get off his lap. His grip is unrelenting as he slides me back up.
He growls and swats my ass. “Not pathetic. My powerful, naughty little witch wants me to be her daddy?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly as my hands grip his shoulders.
“What else does my pet want?”
“I want to know what you are,” I whisper, and I can feel him trying to fight the spell.
He groans but answers, “Demon, Incubus.” The wanting to fuck me while I sleep tracks better now, and I’m definitely not opposed. “Are you scared?”
“No. I think I would like that. I like that you’re a demon.” I kiss his beard. “My demon.” I can’t help but want to kiss and lick him everywhere. His magic is pushing against mine, and it’s the most addictive feeling I’ve ever felt. “Your magic. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Me either,” he says as he stares at me with what looks like admiration. “Show daddy how wet you are.”
I grab his hand and slide his fingers over the lace of my panties so he can feel how wet I am for him.
“I came in my pants the other day. Fuck,” he blurts out, and I giggle. He looks so irritated about admitting that. I had my suspicions, but it’s nice knowing I have just as much of an effect as he does on me. This power dynamic we’re dancing with is something I’ve always wanted. A man who is so confident in how he takes and gives himself to me.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“What?”
“A man who can take away the decisions, make me feel like I can give them the control.” He licks his lips and looks at my chest.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, Blair.” I stare at him for a moment and clear my throat. He can’t be serious.
“You had a lot of truffles. If you don’t want to do this right now, that’s okay,” I say.
“Blair, if you don’t show me your wet pussy in five seconds, I’m going to take you over my knee.”
My eyes widen, and I stand up and take my panties off, gently handing them to him. He takes the black lace, bunching it up and bringing it to his nose and groans.
“On your knees, pet.”
“Yes, daddy.”
