One Wicked Night

Lisa III

Rubbing my hand over his toned stomach, I reach back grabbing his cock and feel it pulse in my hand. It's empowering knowing I'm in complete control over him—over the he ability of making him come and how I want to make him come. I don't have to listen to him talk back or deal with him fighting back with what I want to do to him.

I look into his eyes as I grab his cock a little tighter-his eyes widen. Although I'm happy to not hear his words, I do wonder what he's bitching about right now.

"Does it feel good?" I ask as I squeeze a little harder.
"Does it hurt?" I lightly press my nails into his shaft. His eyes remain wide, deeply growling.

"Nice puppy," I purr, retracting my nails from his shaft, stroking it as if it were a pet.

Although I tied him well and know he can't move due to the spell, I look over double checking the knots. The only unknown factor is how long the spell will remain in effect. I would hate for the spell to break halfway through tonight.

"What would you do if the spell broke and you could break from being bound?" I pause for three seconds, staring into his eyes, knowing he won't respond. "It's ok, I'll let you think about it and you can get back to me later," I say with a devilish smile, patting him on his chest.

I swing my leg around, dismounting him, now kneeling beside him on the bed, admiring his cut body. I lean in to kiss his lips. They're warm but There is no movement. If it wasn't for the warmth I feel, I could easily mistaken him for dead. I flick my tongue over his lips, followed by tracing the outline of his lips. I know his taste, I know his scent—He's mine. I'm going to play with you and allow you to come.

I drape my long hair over his chest, lightly dragging it down him torso, tickling him. He whimpers. When he isn't bewitched he can't stand being tickled. This must be fucking killing him that he can't get up to pin me to the bed, his muscles flexing. I repeatedly run the ends of my locks across his stomach and then proceed down each side of his groin. I grab the ends of my locks and tickle his balls, making him grunt.

I almost miss the reactions I would get when he wasn't bewitched.