Page 10 of Trickery

“Don’t sulk, Willow. This is a game, and you’ve lost. Now it’s time to pay the price.”

She glanced up and—oh, she really shouldn’t have. His cock was at eye level…mouth level. It was heavy and full and straining toward her. She licked her lips. She’d never tasted him. Never really tasted him, anyway. And how she wanted to.

It annoyed her, given the circumstances. Her being bound by magical skeins and held in thrall to his power. But still…she wanted to lick him. Kiss him. Take the head of his beast in her mouth and suck…

She lifted her gaze to his and was gratified to see a flicker of lust lash him. She nudged closer—not physically, as she was bound—with her astral self. She nudged closer and stroked his bobbling rod.

He hissed through his teeth. “Kneel up.”

At his command, she found she could move, but only just. Her body seemed to kneel before him of its own accord. He pointed his cock at her, giving it a short tug or two as he approached. A milky droplet oozed at the tip and Willow licked her lips.

Oh, Gaia. She loved sucking cock. And she wanted this so badly. She wanted Austin’s cock in her mouth, shoving down her throat, spraying into her.

“Yes.” With all her strength, all her power, she willed him closer.

“This isn’t what I’d planned,” he murmured but he didn’t slow his step. And then he was there, before her, nudging at her lips.

She glanced at his face. It was tight, harsh. His skin was stretched over his cheekbones and pale. He looked…ravenous. Impatiently, he pressed against her lips once more, but Willow didn’t open them.

Oh, she wanted to. She longed to taste his musk, suck him into her cavern and make him beg for release. But two could play at this game. If he wanted to dominate her completely, then let him. Dominate her. Completely.

She saw the moment he realized what she was doing, allowing his spell to utterly command her. That she wasn’t going to open to him, welcome him, draw him in. Not until he demanded it.

His brows drew together and his nostrils flared. “Suck it.”

Ah. She parted her lips and took the fat head of his cock into her mouth. He tasted so good. Meticulously, she licked and sucked his swollen glans, nibbling and nuzzling and murmuring to herself in delight.

Naturally, he tried to nudge deeper. Willow allowed the spell, his spell, to stop his advance. He snarled a curse and pushed harder. Fisted his fingers in her hair and held her head as he tried to thrust.

She glanced at him and their gazes tangled. A message passed between them and he spat out another curse. He got it. Finally.

“God’s balls. Suck my cock, witch. Take it all the way in. Fuck me with your mouth.”

And she did. She fell on him, gobbled him, nibbling and tormenting his full length with her lips and her teeth and her tongue, sucking hard and deep until he growled with pleasure. He stood before her, head thrown back, his body tight and tense.

Willow loved it. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth, plunging down her throat. She loved the tight grip he had on her head, controlling her motion, thrusting ever deeper. She loved the way he smelled, like lust on a leash, the way he tasted, the way his cock wept for release. She loved it all.

As did he.

But she knew…

She knew.

Had he given her free rein to consume him, it would have been even better. She would have blown his mind. As it was, he hadn’t commanded her to use her hands, to tickle his balls, to tease the tight hole of his pucker as she sucked him off.

Silly boy.

In constraining her, he had limited his own pleasure.

She would have done anything for him. Anything. Had he allowed it.

His cock stiffened even more, his muscles quivered. She knew his climax was coming.

She slowed her strokes.

He growled in response, tried to move faster.

She slowed even more, giving only the minimum effort the spell required.