Chapter 13
DTF
It’saverystrangeexperience, eating pasta with cheap tomato sauce while an interdimensional monster watches you intensely.
He started off just glancing over occasionally from the TV. Dividing his attention between watching people yell about who someone’s mother was, and observing me eating my dinner.
But now EastEnders has reached its dramatic end and the drum beat end credits tune is playing, someone else is someone’s mother, and Dis is not paying the slightest attention. His glowing blue eyes are entirely fixed on me lifting forkfuls of penne to my mouth.
“Do you want some?” I ask, trying not to squirm under the weight of his regard.
His eyes grow brighter. “Of you, yes.”
I nearly inhale pasta. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
His lips twitch. Possibly a smirk. Possibly a genuine smile. I’m judging him for it either way.
I put my nearly empty bowl down by my feet and stare back at him. Two can play that game. I may not have glowing, ethereal eyes, but I’m no wallflower. I’m a witch. The person who summoned him and bound him. Technically, right now, I own his ass. So he should have the grace to be a little worried. Or at least somewhat concerned about the power I hold over him.
This isn’t some kinky roleplay.
It’s real.
And really hot.
Damnit.
“Come into the circle, Little Witch. I wish to feast.”
His low voice rumbles right through me. It bypasses my brain entirely and goes directly to my cock. I have to dig my fingers into the sofa to stop myself from leaping up and obeying him.
I breathe in deeply through my nose. I’m better than this. My days of throwing myself at hot guys are over. I have self-respect now. Restraint, and other mature things.
“I will not be satisfied with a mere sip this time. I will explore every inch of you. With my tongue. I will bring you to your peak three times. Or more.”
I’ve never moved so fast in my life. I should audition for the Olympics, or however they do it, because if I’m capable of this level of speed when I’m trying to fight it, imagine if I was all in?
I pause at the very edge of the circle and focus on mustering some dignity.
Dis flows to his feet and beckons me closer with a courtly gesture that should not be sexy. At all. But really, really is.
Fuck.
Throwing myself into the circle isn’t the safest idea. It would be far more sensible to have him blow me like before. But I really, truly like the sound of his proposition. It’s the best proposition I’ve ever been given.
My lungs suck in a shaky breath as I try to think with my rational, logical brain, and not with my cock.
I need to feed Dis, this is an established fact. Fact two, my love life died long ago. Probably around the time Dis was born. Okay, that’s dramatic. It wasn’t that long ago I last got laid, it just feels like it.
Fact three, Dis isn’t going to rip my head off. Probably not. He’d challenge me to a duel first, or something honourable.
Anyways, add those facts together and the point is, I don’t know why I’m hesitating. There is no need to pause. The situation may be morally murky, but I’ve never claimed to be a good person.
Dis is hot and down to fuck. I’m horny. That’s all that matters. Consenting adults and all that. If you ignore the whole captor and captive, enemies, and potential starvation stuff. And it seems I am very capable of ignoring all of that.
“Do I have your word, Disney, that if I step into the circle, you will not harm me. Only feed?” I say, because contrary to all appearances, I’m not entirely an idiot.
He dips his head formally. “You have my word, Little Witch.”
