for the erection bobbing against his belly.
“Oh really,” she retorted, surprised she had the gumption to do it, “and I suppose you intend to punish me?” The smirk left his face and his eyes darkened. Bingo. Oh, boy.
“Should I desire to turn you over my lap and paddle that beautiful ass of yours, I will do it.” And she knew he would. Another wicked thrill tripped through her blood. She had never been one for kinky sex games, but the mere thought of his big hand connecting with her ass made her want to squirm where she sat. The thought of deliberately disobeying him just to test his limits crossed her mind, but Tabitha’s sense of self-preservation won out over that crazy notion.
She tore off another chunk of the bagel and shoved it into her mouth. She would much rather put it to the side and chew on Russell, but she was not about to tell him that. Tabitha would stand her ground and eat breakfast, just to prove that she still had a shred of control.
Yeah, right.
He could bend her to his will if he so chose, with or without her magic turning on her. That knowledge cured her of her hunger, at least temporarily. She drained the cup of coffee to wash down the bread sticking in her throat, then set both the half-eaten food and the empty cup on the tray.
“You might want to move that,” she said. Russell pinned her with his gaze.
“I thought you were hungry.” He picked up the tray and with one hand, guided it to the nightstand.
“I was.”
“You certainly did not eat much.”
“I want something different.”
“There were plenty of choices on the tray, Tabitha. You could have chosen anything.” He was such a bastard…he knew what she wanted—she could see it in his eyes. Frustrating, irritating man…
“I will eat what I want, when I want,” she said, her voice a little more than a growl as she pushed him back by the shoulders. A sly smile curled her lips as she reached out, drawing her thumbnail down the length of his erection. The action drew a strangled hiss from him. Despite that one small outburst, he still smiled at her, even going so far as to cross his arms behind his head.
“Be my guest,” he said, snickering.
Bastard, she thought. She would show him. Her fingers closed around the base of his cock and squeezed, turning his chuckle into a groan. His cock jerked against her palm, as if fighting the restraint. Drawing her magic in, Tabitha focused on her fingers, and when she pulled them away, his eyes widened in surprise as phantom fingers still held the pressure.
How easily he had turned over control… How willing he was to let her have her way… Dizzy with the power she held over him, Tabitha climbed up his body and traced her tongue along his bottom lip before sliding her body back down along his and taking the full length of him into her mouth, tasting the salty musk of his semen coupled with the fleeting, bitter flavor of her own juices still lingering on his skin. She treated him like her own personal lollipop, nibbling, licking, and sucking along his skin until he could no longer contain the primal sounds rumbling in his chest. As she worked him, she used her magic to slide over him and constrain his balls as well. He grunted, and one hand fisted in her hair, drawing her down over him over and over.
Not to be deterred from her desires, Tabitha pushed his hand away and let go of his cock with an audible pop. Glancing up his body from where she lay between his legs, she watched his eyes go wide then darken with some unnamable emotion. She could never remember seeing something so handsome in her life, even as she slithered back up his body and whispered her lips across his.
***
Russell knew to expect something wild from the little witch, but he had no idea she would use his distraction to her advantage the way she had. He captured her mouth in a kiss, and as she pulled away he found himself unable to move, his
“Oh really,” she retorted, surprised she had the gumption to do it, “and I suppose you intend to punish me?” The smirk left his face and his eyes darkened. Bingo. Oh, boy.
“Should I desire to turn you over my lap and paddle that beautiful ass of yours, I will do it.” And she knew he would. Another wicked thrill tripped through her blood. She had never been one for kinky sex games, but the mere thought of his big hand connecting with her ass made her want to squirm where she sat. The thought of deliberately disobeying him just to test his limits crossed her mind, but Tabitha’s sense of self-preservation won out over that crazy notion.
She tore off another chunk of the bagel and shoved it into her mouth. She would much rather put it to the side and chew on Russell, but she was not about to tell him that. Tabitha would stand her ground and eat breakfast, just to prove that she still had a shred of control.
Yeah, right.
He could bend her to his will if he so chose, with or without her magic turning on her. That knowledge cured her of her hunger, at least temporarily. She drained the cup of coffee to wash down the bread sticking in her throat, then set both the half-eaten food and the empty cup on the tray.
“You might want to move that,” she said. Russell pinned her with his gaze.
“I thought you were hungry.” He picked up the tray and with one hand, guided it to the nightstand.
“I was.”
“You certainly did not eat much.”
“I want something different.”
“There were plenty of choices on the tray, Tabitha. You could have chosen anything.” He was such a bastard…he knew what she wanted—she could see it in his eyes. Frustrating, irritating man…
“I will eat what I want, when I want,” she said, her voice a little more than a growl as she pushed him back by the shoulders. A sly smile curled her lips as she reached out, drawing her thumbnail down the length of his erection. The action drew a strangled hiss from him. Despite that one small outburst, he still smiled at her, even going so far as to cross his arms behind his head.
“Be my guest,” he said, snickering.
Bastard, she thought. She would show him. Her fingers closed around the base of his cock and squeezed, turning his chuckle into a groan. His cock jerked against her palm, as if fighting the restraint. Drawing her magic in, Tabitha focused on her fingers, and when she pulled them away, his eyes widened in surprise as phantom fingers still held the pressure.
How easily he had turned over control… How willing he was to let her have her way… Dizzy with the power she held over him, Tabitha climbed up his body and traced her tongue along his bottom lip before sliding her body back down along his and taking the full length of him into her mouth, tasting the salty musk of his semen coupled with the fleeting, bitter flavor of her own juices still lingering on his skin. She treated him like her own personal lollipop, nibbling, licking, and sucking along his skin until he could no longer contain the primal sounds rumbling in his chest. As she worked him, she used her magic to slide over him and constrain his balls as well. He grunted, and one hand fisted in her hair, drawing her down over him over and over.
Not to be deterred from her desires, Tabitha pushed his hand away and let go of his cock with an audible pop. Glancing up his body from where she lay between his legs, she watched his eyes go wide then darken with some unnamable emotion. She could never remember seeing something so handsome in her life, even as she slithered back up his body and whispered her lips across his.
***
Russell knew to expect something wild from the little witch, but he had no idea she would use his distraction to her advantage the way she had. He captured her mouth in a kiss, and as she pulled away he found himself unable to move, his
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