Page 45 of Witch’s Heart

“Be quiet, Mina,” he ordered. “I didn’t say you could speak.”

My lips parted in silent shock. Okay, this was a test then. Rixon needed to feel powerful and in control, and I wanted to give him that. Fuck, I wanted to please him so much that I ached with the desire to.

I remained in position, biting my tongue while I watched him enjoy his drink. When he finished, he stretched and groaned, making his muscles flex unconsciously. I eyed the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. My anticipation fluttered back to life as he stood. Except, he went and poured another. I blinked in disbelief.

My knees were beginning to ache with discomfort.

Taking a book out, he got comfortable and began to read, leisurely sipping his drink. I tried not to balk. I’d expected pain, or fucking, or both simultaneously. I had not expected to be ignored. It made irritation burn in the back of my throat.

If he wanted to play games, fine.

Minutes slipped by and my irritation grew. I flexed my fingers, then shifted my wrists. The shackles were separated by a short chain, four inches long.

“Quit fidgeting,” he ordered, making my head snap in his direction. He was watching me. “I didn’t say you could move.”

I stilled my hands. He eyed me a moment longer, to ensure that his order was followed, then went back to his book. Heat flushed my skin, my irritation growing. When I’d handed him the shackles, this was not what I’d had in mind.

I glanced at the clock. Nearly an hour had slipped by. It would be dinner time soon. Was he just going to…to leave me here?

When he finally finished his second drink, he discarded the glass and stood. Finally. He walked over, his gaze calculating. I braced myself, a thrill skittering down my spine. Surely I had passed this test—whatever it was meant to accomplish.

Towering over me, he reached for my chin, brushing a thumb over my lips. “What a patient little witch you’ve been. I like the sight of you on your knees for me. Maybe I’ll keep you here.”

“What?!” I cried, forgetting myself.

“Silence.” He pressed his thumb against my lips—hard. He huffed, looking me over. Despite this game we played, I could see the hot desire in his gaze. He liked the sight of me at his mercy, and I liked that he liked it. “I see you have a sense of entitlement. My little witch thinks that by successfully completing a single task she deserves a reward.”

“Please,” I said, unable to help myself. I looked at the bulge in his pants, pressing uncomfortably against the ties. It was at eye level and I had a perfect view. He followed my gaze and clicked his tongue. A slow, cunning smile spread across his lips.

“Is this what you want, little witch?” He palmed his erection through his pants, eyes fluttering closed for a brief second. I made a sound in the back of my throat, mouth watering. “My cock stuffed down your throat?” My breaths came faster. “Answer me!”

“Yes. Yes, please.” I was panting.

“Good girl.” He made quick work of the ties on his pants, twisting his fingers in my hair with his other hand. His cock sprang free, swollen and ready. A pearly white bead of pre-cum already dotted the tip. I licked my lips, eyes darting up to him for permission.

“Taste me,” he ordered. I leaned in and licked the head of him. The salty taste made my core clench. I swirled my tongue over the tip, making his breath catch. “Enough. Open your mouth. Wider.”

I was all too eager to comply. He stroked himself once, twice, then guided the head of his cock to my lips, feeding it to me. I groaned at the feel of him on my tongue. “That’s it, little witch. Look how greedy you are for my cock.”

I made a sound of agreement that cut short as he thrust his hips forward, pressing all the way to the back of my throat. He let out a groan of satisfaction. His grip on my hair tightened, holding me captive. I lifted my shackled hands, trying to clutch his hips. Little good it did as he slid out, then thrust back in.

I choked and recovered. Deep breaths, I reminded myself, trying to keep my gag reflex under control. Tears blurred my vision. He began rocking into me, the movements slow and controlled at first. “I’m going to fuck this smart little mouth until you know who owns it. So that every time you speak, you remember the taste of my cock and how it feels to be stuffed full of it.”

“Yes,” I managed around the girth of him. My sex pulsed with need, throbbing at the pace of his thrusts. He grew more wild.

“That’s it. Look how well you take me. My little demon witch.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. Saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth. I was already a mess for him. He clenched one hand around my chin, tilting it slightly to have a better look at me. Something dark and satisfied flashed in his gaze, seeing me like this.

My chest filled with satisfaction. That I could do this for him—for us. I savored the growing ache in my jaw, the pain that arose from his harsh thrusting. His breaths came faster, more raged as he began to lose control. The sounds he made had wetness gushing between my legs. It made me realize how much control I still held. I might be shackled, forced to my knees, my mouth captive to his perversions, but I was still his undoing. What was more, he was mine.

Gods, I wanted to touch myself. Every time my inner walls fluttered, I came that much closer to coming. If I could just touch myself⁠—

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuuuuck.” His hips pumped frantically. I could barely cling to him with my shackled hands, to keep from losing my balance. He threw his head back, roaring as his body jerked. A warm gush of his seed jetted down my throat, the excess filling my mouth.

“Swallow every drop,” he gritted out, hips slowing as his eyes met mine with a demand.

I felt a trickle of cum roll down from the corner of my mouth. His heated gaze tracked the movement as he pulled free of me. Using his thumb, he wiped it up and pressed it into my mouth. “Every drop,” he repeated. I greedily sucked, then gently bit down, making him groan again.

Nothing made me feel more powerful than making my wielder come on my tongue. He thought he’d taken everything from me but he hadn't. I still had this. As long as Rixon continued to love me, to covet me, I would always have a means to control him.