Tw: use of magic, implied edging and overstim
Arthur leaned back in his chair, one leg over the other. Infront of him was you, suspended in the air via his magic, you naked infront of him. He had been over stimulating you for *hours*, using his magic to bring you to the edge.
There you were, a crying, moaning mess. He laughed, leaning onto his hand.
"Such a perfect little slut. All for me!" He laughed, standing up and waving away his magic that touched your pussy. He grabbed your legs and whisked away his magic that held you up. Arthur rubbed your clit harshly, making you scream.
"You wanna cum, don't you?" The Brit teased. "You wanna cum so bad, so so bad. Cum all over masters fingers like the whore that you are."
