The Witch He Loved

Chapter 53

We spent three days locked up in our rooms, either sleeping, eating or wrapped up in each other in all sorts of positions. Unfortunately reality tried to call us back in the form of a message that had been delivered to us by some poor soul who had interrupted us this morning. 

"What does it say?" I ask from my place on the bed, watching the muscles in his back flex as he slams the door in the messengers scared face, the trousers he rushed to put on are sitting low giving me such a wonderful view. His body turns slightly as he reads the paper, a small frown on his face. 

"There is a council meeting this afternoon." His face lifts to look at mine and he pauses as I pull at the blanket covering me, slowly exposing myself to him. I'm splayed out on my back, my head hanging off the bed slightly making my body arch, my nipples are hard and my skin prickles as his eyes gaze over me. 

"This afternoon you say?" I give him a teasing smile as I push myself up, twisting until I'm standing. Purposefully stretching my arms above my head so my body has his full attention. He still hasn't moved but the paper in his hand is creasing. "Then I suppose I better bathe." I turn my back on him and walk into the bathroom, letting my hips swing a little more than usual. 

I'm biting my lip to hold back my grin as I run the water, putting some oils in as it fills, I take two towels and put them on a small table near the bath. I lean over the bath and stop the water before I sense him. 

"My love." A hand smooths over my bum. "I'm starting to think you enjoy your punishments too much." 

"What makes you say that?" I'm already filled with need as I straighten, anticipation running rampant in my body. 

He spins me around so quickly that I grip at his chest to steady my balance but his face looks devilish. He plucks my hands off him and puts them behind my back, wrapping something around my wrists to keep them there. 

"I've realised that either way, you get something from it." He pauses as he pushes down on my shoulders until I'm on my knees before him. "Perhaps it's the anticipation or the fact that we both know how much you enjoy being chased by me." 

He crouches down and runs a finger through my folds, a quiet moan escaping me. 

"See? I've barely touched you and yet you are soaked." He brings the finger to his mouth and sucks it clean before standing again. His trousers disappear and my eyes latch onto him, he moves his hand and strokes himself a few times. 

"Perhaps I should take what I want and leave you a quivering mess? Do you remember how you reacted last time you didn't get what you wanted?" He smirks down at me as the memory flashes by, a frown pulls at my brows. 

"You would deny me, husband?" I ask as he grasps my hair. 

"I have yet to decide." He cocks his head at me as steps forward. "Open." 

My mouth opens automatically, my tongue sticking out as he pushes his cock into my mouth. My lips close around him and I suck while he thrusts. 

"My beautiful wife." His fingers tighten as he moves faster and deeper. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled." 

I hum around him, wanting to please him but my eyes flick up and see a devious smile on his face. 

He pushes enough to make me gag before he pulls out of me until he is against my lips, spit runs down my chin as I catch my breath. I try to lean forward and capture him again but he tugs my head back so I look back up at him. 

"I know what you're trying to do." He says quietly as his other hand grips my chin, opening my mouth wide before he turns my head back down. 

His cock pushes in and my throat clenches as I gag again, he groans and pulls back enough for me to breath before he starts thrusting again, his hand lets go of my chin and I close my lips around him, sucking eagerly. My legs rub together and I whimper at the lack of friction.