Chapter 3 The Penalty
The Penalty
Talon watched the car pull into the driveway and ignored his phone notification, which was undoubtedly a text from the witch who haunted his every waking moment.
When she unfurled her mouth-watering legs from the backseat, she flashed him a peek of her lacy purple panties. He fought the smile that wanted to spread across his face at her tiny act of defiance. She’d pay for that, but the boldness tickled him.
He admired the hell out of her as she strode toward him in a very short purple dress, her hips swinging.
Her unslaked lust drew him like a godsdamned beacon, pulling tighter the closer she came.
He clenched his teeth so he wouldn’t surge toward her when she approached.
He hadn’t thought about how keenly he’d feel her desire through his magic when she was this close.
This was a dangerous game he was playing.
With a hand at the small of her back she didn’t shy away from—she’d never once balked at his touch—he led her through the huge house and out into the courtyard beyond to the bungalow where he lived and held the door while she entered.
His quarters were as far from the living areas of the others as possible, and impeccably soundproofed.
He had particular cravings, and he sated them frequently.
She took in the sparse furnishings with a small line between her brows.
The vaulted room was dominated by his gargantuan canopy bed.
No curtains hung from the posts, just a shocking array of cuffs in a variety of sizes and materials.
The only other piece of furniture in view was a towering cabinet that took up half a nearby wall, filled with an array of sex toys that defied counting.
When she turned back to him, her eyes were wide and luminous.
She didn’t ask the question that was clearly on her mind, so he didn’t offer any explanation.
Instead, he nudged her toward the bed, and she went without hesitation.
He took one hand at a time and fit them into some leather cuffs, then lifted them both to anchor her to the post. She still hadn’t said anything to him, which he didn’t mind. She wasn’t here for talking, after all.
With her arms over her head, her dress rode up. He slipped a hand under the hem and cupped her mound. Her hips flexed subtly into his grip. “I told you not to wear any underwear,” he said with a growl.
She gasped when he tore them away with a sharp tug and threw them on the floor.
The sweet scent of her arousal floated around him like a cloud.
He wanted to drop to his knees and bury his face between her legs, but he resisted the urge by reminding himself how much he wanted to make her pay for the torture she’d put him through.
He reached up to unhook her hands from the post and pulled her with him when he sat on the edge of the bed. She didn’t resist or protest, just fell to her knees between his splayed thighs when he gestured.
He pulled down the waist of his shorts to release his throbbing cock, then wrapped her braid around his fist and tugged her toward his lap. Though he expected some kind of struggle or negotiation, she wrapped her hand around his hard girth and drank him down without a word.
The slick heat of her mouth made him groan as she set to work with no further urging from him.
Gods, she had a perfect mouth for sucking cock, scorching hot and slippery.
He was glad he’d spent time since getting her number rubbing out a few, because his pre-game workout was the only reason he wasn’t already coming in her talented mouth.
She gave a sloppy and enthusiastic blow job, just the way he liked, with a lot of drool and sounds of enjoyment.
He reached down to fondle her tits while she sucked him off.
He was decidedly a boob man, and she had an amazing set, a more than abundant handful that he approved of heartily.
Someday, he was going to tie her down and suck on them for hours.
He tugged her pierced nipples until she moaned around his cock.
She was sensitive and responsive to his touch.
If he hadn’t hexed her, she might have been well on her way to her own orgasm just from the nipple action.
Instead, she got more and more wound up with no outlet—he was dying to find out how much of that she could take before she broke.
He pushed his way deeper into her mouth, teasing the back of her throat with the head of his cock. She relaxed and allowed him entry, angling her head just right. She took his whole length like a champ, and he rumbled with approval. He admired a woman who sucked cock as shamelessly as she did.
Rather than panic when he held her down by her braid, she shut her eyes and nuzzled her nose into his fur.
Her desire swelled to bursting. He let her up before he nutted down her throat in reaction to her intense arousal.
She really liked sucking on his cock, and he wasn’t ready for this to end yet.
She blinked up at him, pupils huge and dark. He squeezed her tit until she squealed. What a sound. He vowed to make her repeat it frequently. He stroked her nipple again to encourage her to get back to work, and she took the hint.
He leaned back and left her to it for a while, relishing the arousal he felt building in her alongside his own. With one corner of his awareness, he scanned through the fantasies she offered up to him, not expecting much.
Dark visions of submission and pain rose through her simmering lust, depraved and delicious.
And the degradation she craved so much was exactly his thing.
Gods, this woman would either be his salvation or his undoing, and he had no idea which.
This one encounter should be enough to appease him, but now he wasn’t so sure.
Overcome by surging desire, he pulled out at the last second.
He stroked himself hard and fast until he came on her face, then angled down to hit her throat and chest with the last few pumps.
She didn’t react with surprise or disgust, just licked the remnants from her very bitable lips and looked up at him.
And that slutty enthusiasm was exactly how she’d bewitched him.
Talon decided in that instant that he was going to fucking ruin her.