Henry returned his hands to her hips. He was fairly sure the servants knew what happened during his and Susannah’s late nights in the study. Susannah’s full-throated shrieks were telling.
He pulled up her skirts. Lovely, lovely, lovely bare arse. And lovely strong thighs. All of her, lovely.
He growled. “Are you ready to surrender, siren?”
“Never.” She pretended to struggle, to come off the desk, but he put one hand on her back and forced her down, pinned her there as she squirmed.
“I will treat you as a wench upon which I shall take my pleasure.”
He fondled her bottom, and she widened her stance, stoodon her toes. He sucked his finger into his mouth to wet it and went between her cheeks and stroked her folds.
“Ahhhh,” she said.
“See? I can cast a spell, too. A spell that will put you in my thrall for a thousand years. You will have to submit to my caresses. You will have to take my cock whenever I demand. Three times a day. Nay, five.”
Authors weren’t the only ones who could dream fantastical, impossible things.
“I will take your thickness whenever you wish, sirrah, and beg for more.”
His finger found her clitoris.
“Oh, a magic bean you’ve been hiding from me, enchantress. What should I do with it, I wonder?” He circled it with his finger.
“Rub it,” she gasped. “Rub it.”
“It’s a magic lamp instead?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
He slicked his finger back and forth over the nub and felt it grow. Henry was glad Susannah did not mind inconsistency in their erotic play because, in the middle of heated intercourse, he often forgot whom they were pretending to be and what they were supposedly doing and what he should be saying.
But she never complained. Maybe because she herself was often guilty of transforming from an evil queen to a helpless serving girl and back again, all within the span of a minute or two.
He ground out, “I want you.”
No matter who he was or who she was, he always wanted her. Because he did.
“You have me,” she moaned. “You have me.”
“You can’t resist me. Can’t resist my touch. Can’t resist my cock.”
“No.” The word was strangled. “I can’t.”
“And now you’re going to get your fucking.”
“Please, sir.”
“What did you say? You should beg for this cock.”
“Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”
“Right now all I want is for you to lie there and take what you deserve.”
She moaned again.
Henry took his finger from her to undo his fall. His cock was full and straining, and it sprang forth as soon as he had managed the buttons, but he still took it in his hand and stroked it and rubbed it against her satin-skinned arse.
“You feel that, enchantress? That’s what’s going to fuck you.”
