9. Witchy Woman
CHAPTER NINE
witchy woman
IMOGEN
I don’t know where they make men like Henry, but I’d like to live there.
Where did he say he was born? Montana? Kansas? I’m too fucking horny to remember right now.
He leaves a trail of kisses up my thigh as he gets to his feet, each brush of his lips against my skin like tiny fireworks going off. His kiss is hungry as he reaches me, and I taste myself on his tongue.
I love it, but I give him a gentle push backward just the same.
There’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he slowly unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of the loops and gazing longingly at the thick leather in his own hands. Some men get a little too bratty and forget who’s in charge, but Henry walks that line well.
“Do you want me to hit you with that?”
I reach out to cup his cheek, his stubble rough and his skin warm. His throat bobs, eyes pleading as they flick back to me.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Take your clothes off, I want to see who you really are.”
Henry steps back, peeling off his t-shirt and revealing exactly what I hoped was living under those clothes. He’s muscular, his body a canvas of tattoos beneath a dusting of dark chest hair. The ink stretches across his chest, all the way down his toned arms, and I drink in every inch of him, my eyes lingering on the trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.
Henry unzips his pants, pushing them past his hips along with his briefs, and my jaw drops when I see the size of his cock. I want to get on my knees and worship it up close, licking and sucking him until he’s shooting right down my throat, but right now we’ve got our roles to play.
“Keeping something like that all to yourself should be a crime.”
He blushes and I take a step forward.
This electricity between us is addicting, and I love a bashful man.
“Do you think it’ll fit?”
His voice is thick with desire, but all I want to hear is him moaning my name for the rest of the night.
“We’ll make it fit.” I reach down and glide a fingertip along his shaft, making him shiver. “ Cowboy .”
Slowly, I ease him onto the bed, lowering myself to my knees in front of him and wrapping my fingers around his cock. My eyes flick upward to see his head tipping back. He’s balanced on his elbows, almost statuesque as the moonlight carves out his features.
“I want you to shove your cock so far down my throat I can feel it in my fucking toes.”
“Where’d you learn to talk like that?” He laughs. “I’ve never met a woman with a mouth like this before.”
I drag my tongue along his shaft, base to tip.
“If you wanna do this on the regular, you’re gonna hear a hell of a lot worse.”
“Mmm. I can’t wait.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip, playfully teasing him as I squeeze the base of his cock.
“Christ,” he groans, his hands finding their way into my hair as he pushes my head all the way down, setting the pace. “You look so pretty like this.”
I let out a whine as I bob up and down. He’s eager, and I can already tell by the way his body’s tensing that he’s close to coming, his hips snapping harder as a sinful melody fills the room.
Just as his breathing quickens, I pull away. A thin line of spittle dangles from my lips, still connected to his cock as he twitches, his face twisted up in exquisite agony.
“You thought I was gonna let you come?”
“You said I was a good boy,” he whimpers.
I grin, and he flinches as I lightly smack his cock, an animal grunt escaping his lips.
“And you said you liked edging. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He sucks in a breath. “Fuck, I was so close.”
I give his thigh a gentle tap.
“Get on all fours. On the bed.”
There’s an eagerness in his gaze as he shimmies backward, his cock still glistening with my saliva. I grab a condom out of my purse, tossing it onto the nightstand for easy access before I stand behind him with his belt, holding the buckle firmly in my palm.
“You get three hits,” I tell him as he pushes himself up to all fours. “You’re going to count them for me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathes.
“Good. If it’s too hard, you say red, remember? You won’t be able to reach my thigh this time, so if you can’t talk, I want you to hit the mattress twice.”
He glances over his shoulder and flashes me a wicked grin that makes my knees wobble.
“I can take it.”
I enjoy watching him flinch as I smack his ass hard with my free hand.
“Don’t talk back to me, slut,” I growl.
The rush of power that shoots through me feels exquisite. There’s something we talk about in the kink scene called domspace. It’s a kind of euphoria that you get from being in control, like a high.
“Keep talking to me like that,” he groans.
I click my tongue, running my hand over his ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Talk to you like what? Like the fucking whore you are?”
“Yes,” he whimpers. “Just like that.”
I give him another rough smack, a little test for what’s about to come. It’s all about watching someone’s body language. On top of verbal communication, I do check-ins: light touches, praising the guy, and watching for any indication that they may want to stop. Right now, Henry’s back is arched and he’s rocking his hips toward me.
All good signs.
I fold the belt in half, dragging it along the place I plan to hit.
“You’re going to feel it here. Breathe for me and remember to count.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The crack of the leather against his ass makes me ache. I love how that sound almost becomes rhythmic once someone lets you really get going.
“One!” Henry cries out.
“Atta boy. You’re well on your way to earning this pussy.”
“Please, Mistress,” he practically sobs. “I need more.”
His body is vibrating and I take a brief moment, putting my hand on his lower back to soothe his frazzled nerves. This isn’t easy for a first-time submissive, it’s overwhelming letting someone have this much control over you, so I want to make it as smooth and as pleasurable as possible.
“Say red if you want me to stop,” I whisper.
He glances over his shoulder again, his smile warm and soft. It looks like he’s in the process of letting go of something that’s been weighing on him. His eyes are a little gentler, the crease between his brows smoothed out, blush dusting the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
I looked the same during my first session. The dom got me to look in the mirror afterward; I barely recognized myself.
“I promise I can take it.”
I soothe the welt on his ass with my palm, steadying his trembling body.
“Breathe in for me, remember?”
Henry drags in a deep, shaking breath and I swing my arm back, hitting him harder this time. He buries his head into the mattress, letting out another groan.
“Two!”
His muffled voice strains through the pile of fabric.
“You’re okay,” I murmur. “Just breathe.”
He lifts his head, and all I hear is pure euphoria in the laugh that comes out.
“God, I almost came.”
The crimson that was on his cheeks is spreading down his shoulders, and I rub the welt, making sure his breathing is still steady.
“One more?”
He nods, but doesn’t look back at me, his toes digging into the mattress in anticipation.
“Gimme everything you’ve got, Mistress.”
The leather sounds more like a gunshot this time, surprising even me as it bounces off of the walls along with his howl of pleasure. I immediately drop the belt and walk over to check in with him, running my hand through his hair while he breathes through the aftershock.
“Do you need anything?” I ask.
“Water,” he rasps as he flops onto his back. “I can get?—”
I bend down to kiss him, pressing one hand to his chest to keep him from moving.
“Relax, I’ve got it. I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time,” he laughs. “It’s just a dry throat.”
“Yeah, the A/C sucks in here, huh?” I reply as I saunter into the bathroom, grabbing two glasses and holding them up to the light.
Piper used to clean hotel rooms for a while back in New York, and she’d come home with some fucking horror stories, so I always make sure to double-check absolutely everything in a room before using it.
“You need a break?” I ask, handing him the glass and watching him guzzle it down in a few seconds.
He shakes his head, and I set my own water on the bedside table before leaning over to whisper in his ear.
“I wanna fuck you, Henry.”
I imagine his massive body eclipsing mine, cock pounding into me while the moonlight streaks through the curtains, enveloping us both.
“I don’t come until you do,” he groans.
I grab the condom off of the nightstand, quickly checking the expiration date. I’m sure the last thing either of us needs right now is an accident. I nestle between his legs and tear the wrapper open with my teeth as the unmistakable smell of latex and lubricant hits me. My heart races, pinching the tip gently as he watches me roll it onto his cock.
“Too tight?” I ask.
“No, it’s—” He swallows. “It’s good.”
Slowly, I straddle him and start to glide my pussy along his shaft. The friction against my clit is fucking incredible, and soon my hands are resting on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. I can tell he wants me to take all of him, but this man looks like he’s on the brink of an explosion, and I want to see how far I can push that.
“Tell me what you fantasize about,” I whisper.
His hands worship my body, twisting my nipples and flicking them gently, enthusiastically playing with my piercings. A shiver rushes down my spine and lust wraps itself around me like a blanket.
“How filthy do you want me to be?”
Henry’s hand slowly slides around my back until his finger is pushing against my asshole. His lips glide past my jawline until he’s nipping at my earlobe, and I let out a whine, savoring his deep, rumbling chuckle.
“Give me everything you’ve got, cowboy.”
“I want to be blindfolded and tied to a tree.” He grunts. “Naked.”
I want to know exactly what makes him tick.
“Keep talking.”
“I want to be kept on the edge until I’m begging for mercy, and even after that I still want to be told no.”
I’m fully immersed in his fantasy. It’s a cool autumn day, the leaves crunch beneath my feet as I wind the rope around his naked body. He’s squirming as I praise him, his cock achingly-hard as he watches me take control.
Back in the reality of our motel room, I lean in, my nipples brushing against the hair on his chest before I finally sink down on his cock. I take my time, rocking back and forth on the head of his cock until I relax and manage to take all of him. Henry lets out a sinful moan as he stretches me.
“If you’re a very good boy, maybe I’ll make that little dream of yours come true.” A broken whimper fills my ears as I roll my hips and smile. “And, eventually, when you’ve learned enough, I’ll give you complete control.”
He nods, mouth agape, and I grip his chin.
“You know what kind of dom I think you’d be? A pleasure dom.”
His mouth twitches, like he’s torn between curiosity and his desire to flip me over and pound me into the mattress.
“What’s that?”
“Someone who gets off on praising his subs, who lives to make them come and watch them writhe around in complete fucking ecstasy. Because I bet that when you really let go, you fuck like an animal.”
Henry growls, capturing my lips in another ferocious kiss. I’m bouncing on top of him now, the chorus of our combined moans filling the room. Heat travels down my thighs as he hits my G-spot, pushing his finger all the way inside of my ass in the same moment.
“I’m coming!” I press my forehead against his as my climax builds to the point of no return. “Fuck, Hen?—”
I can’t even manage to get his name out before my legs start to tremble and all I can utter are vowels. Henry keeps fingering my ass while his other hand rests on my hip, guiding me to fuck him the way he wants it. I let out a raspy moan, burying my face in the crook of his neck.
I’m letting him use me like a toy, finally giving up control.
With one massive slam of his hips, he’s coming, holding me down on his cock as his head rolls back; I can feel his body twitching as I lift my gaze just in time to see complete and total ecstasy etched onto his face.
Both of us breathe hard as we come down from our high, finding a natural slow rhythm as I place sweet kisses on his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
“You did amazing.”
“So did you.” He exhales. “That was great.”
I climb off of him and he removes the condom, tossing it into the trash before I snuggle up against him to rest my head on his chest. Aftercare is a big part of this scene. Sometimes it’s checking in, sometimes it’s talking things out, and sometimes it’s lying in silence and just holding each other.
“You need anything?” I ask.
“No,” he murmurs. “This is perfect.”