“Having a taste of what’s mine,” I say and run my hands down his arms and body, letting them trail to his legs before settling them on his hips. He tries to move under me but can’t. A wicked grin tugs at my lips and I begin stroking him with slow, hard tugs. “You had your chance to bind me to the bed—but don’t forget which of us is the Gray Witch.”
He lets out a dark laugh, realizing I bound his entire body underneath me. When I was casting the spell, I imagined the ribbon we used earlier winding and twisting around him. He feels the thin silky texture on him now.
Positioning myself so my mouth is only inches from his cock, I stare up at him with coy eyes.
“Have your fun now, Little Wisp. You’ll have to let me out eventually.”
“Mm, I know,” I hum and take him into my mouth.
Just the tip at first, but he grunts out a string of swears. Twirling my tongue around the head, I open my hand before licking down to the base and back up.
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. “Again.”
Humming around his length, I do as he says and repeat the motion. When I come back up, I wrap my lips around him and take him deeper. His muscles tense as he tries to move, but my bindings stay tight.
Holding his cock in one hand, I use the other to balance over him as I take more, pushing past the walls of my throat. He is long and thick, making it impossible to take every inch. I stroke the base of his shaft roughly. Hollowing out my cheeks, my spit makes a wet, sloppy mess. The sight of it, mixed with the sounds of my gagging, only makes him harder.
The dark, husky groan he lets out has my eyes moving up to his, sinking back down over him as I do. The possessive look sends a rush of wetness between my thighs and I moan around him.
That’s all it takes to push him off the cliff into his pleasure. When the first taste of his salty arousal touches my tongue, I place my hand on his stomach and pull back, snapping the invisible binding around him.
Archer tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, kissing me passionately. He pumps his hips in shallow thrusts as he comes down my throat, and I happily swallow every last drop.
“Fuck, Renata,fuck,” he growls. “Your mouth was made for me. All of you was fucking made for me.”
He sits up and is already pulling me to him. With the magic and adrenaline pulsing through us, he’s hard and ready for another round.
Thank the Gods.
With his hands on my hips, he flips me over, positioning himself behind me. I’m soaking wet but haven’t been primed to take all of him. Excitement courses through me when he notches his tip to my slit and pushes into me. He takes me in one thrust. It’s slow and long, stretching out the pain that morphs into pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “You always take me so well.”Thrust.“Because you were made for me.” His hips hit my ass again and he grabs me around the neck, pulling my back into his chest. “Because you’re mine, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I whimper, fighting to keep my eyes open. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
“Mmm,” he hums and takes my lips in a hard kiss. “That’s right, and tonight, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fully owned by me.”
A little gasp slips out when he pushes me to my hands and knees. His hand glides up the back of my thigh then palms my ass.
“I told you I wanted to fuck you here,” he says and runs his thumb through my arousal before pushing into the puckered hole.
“Oh my Gods,” I moan and buck my hips backward, needing more.
We never talked about when this would happen, but I think Archer was waiting for tonight as much as I was. He’s teased and fingered me there since he got back but never took us all the way there.
I’m glad we waited for tonight.
Leaning forward, he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a small bottle. I hear the top opening and feel the coldness of the lube before he pushes a finger all the way inside. He spends a few minutes fucking into my pussy at a slow, sensual pace that keeps me wet and hot, but doesn’t give me the orgasm I desperately crave.
I whimper when he removes his fingers and length. His dark chuckle dances along my spine as he reaches down to grab the bottle again. Looking over my shoulder, I restlessly wait while he works the lubricant over his shaft and roughly palms my ass with the other hand.
When his lips take on a smug tilt, I know he’s only torturing me now.
“Please,” I whisper and wiggle my ass in front of him. “I want to come, Archer, and I want you in me when I do.”
He lightly slaps my ass. “Here? You want me to come here?”
“Yes,” I breathe out and drop my head to the floor.
