“Fuck, little witch.” His voice was a husky whisper as he lowered his head to my chest, tongue flicking out to lap at the burn. “You’re perfect.”
His fingers tightened around my breast, kneading with deliberate intent. “You know what I really love?” His tongue flicked over the swollen nipple, dragging a soft moan from my lips. “Everything about you fits perfectly into my hands…and my mouth.”
He kissed me, his free hand sliding into my hair, fisting it from behind. “Your lips.” He squeezed my breast again, tight, drawing another moan from my throat. “Your perfect pussy.” His fingers stroke between my thighs, his touch firm, knowing, my breath shuddering.
His smirk darkened. “You’re already wet, Elizabeth.”
“I need to–”
“Take this one off.” He tugged at the waistline of my shorts.
“Zaghan–”
“Now!”
Lifting my hips, I wriggled out of the material, leaving myself bare to him.
“I hear couples do this thing where they watch movies together.” Something flickered in his eyes, dark amusement laced with something more sinister.
I blinked, my body still strumming.
His fingers trailed between my thighs, teasing. “I have the perfect movie for us.” His grin widened, wicked and hard toread. “Came highly recommended. Something tells me you’ll love it.”
Then he moved to the large screen mounted on the wall across from the bed, grabbing a flash drive from the stand and plugging it into the TV.
My mind spun with questions. There was something deliberate about this, something hidden in his tone. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what it was.
“Done,” he announced, returning to the bed.
“Get on.”
My brows knitted slightly, waiting.
“On all fours.” He stepped closer, tilting my chin with his fingers, his touch gentle. “Do it.”
I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself as he intended; facing the screen, my body open to him.
The bed dipped under his weight, shadows shifting around me. There was a low shuffle of material, then warmth pressing against my backside.
I glanced behind me, and my breath caught at the sight of his cock, thick and aching as veins flared across the pink flesh.
“Z-zaghan,” I whimpered when he dragged his length across my dripping heat, teasing, tormenting me.
A sound crackled from the television as he pressed a button. Whatever it was about to play was recorded with a normal cell phone camera, but at a bad angle as the lighting was very horrible.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” His fingers dug into my waist, holding me still. “You’re going to be my brave girl and watch every second of this clip, okay?”
I nodded.
“And when it reaches climax, I need you to explode all over my cock.” He pressed the head against my entrance, not quite. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes,” I gasped, arching my back, desperate for more.
Finally, he thrust inside, stretching me, filling me in one deep stroke.
“Come on, little witch, eyes on the screen,” he ordered, pulling out agonizingly slowly before driving back inside me.
I gasped, barely registering the flickering images on the screen. Glitching lights. Echoing footsteps. A ghostly soundtrack rising beneath my moans.
