Page 149 of Jinxes and Drumsticks

He hooks his hands behind my knees and pushes them back and apart until they’re almost flush against the mattress. “Fuck this is so fucking hot,” he grunts as he notches his tip at my tightened hole. “What happens if I come, sweetheart? What’s my punishment?”

It’s the strangest experience, to try and come up with a punishment while he’s got me tied up and spread open for him. “I—I don’t know?”

“You better start thinking,” he says as he pushes into my pussy. “No fun without stakes.”

I whimper. “I—I...uh. If you come th-then you have to try again until you get it right.”

“Yeah?” he says, his straight, bottom teeth visible with how he grits his jaw and slides deeper and deeper with a slow, methodical, pace.

“Uh-huh,” I pant out. “If you come in my pussy, you have to fuck me in my ass. And if you come in my ass, you have to try again in my mouth. A-and you’ll just have to keep fucking me and fucking me until you can obey like a good little fuckboy.”

He lets out one of those sharp, cruel laughs that makes me come undone. “Oh no,” he mocks. “We might be here for a while, then, baby.”

He fucks me hard, and slow, and deep.

And when he comes inside of me, he flips me over and fucks me in my ass while I grasp desperately onto the scarves wound my wrists. Then again in my pussy—still from behind while he fills my abused ass with two of his fingers hooked lazily inside.

His spend, still inside of my cunt, lubricates every delicious thrust until I see stars. Until I’m gripping him so hard with my sore pussy that he can barely move while I detonate. Until I come a second and third time from him brushing his rough fingertips over my swollen clit while he still fills both my holes from behind. While he unties my wrists and cuddles me close to him and coos sweet nothings into my ear while I come down from the best sex of my life.

Then, once we’ve both caught our breath, he finally asks, “I’m going to take a shower and change. Do you want to join me?” He gently rubs the red bands branded into my wrists from his bindings.

“Bath?” I counteroffer.

He huffs a laugh and nods. “Yeah. Sure,” he says, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’ll be back to get you when it’s ready. No way you’re walking after all of that.”

I huff a soft laugh and nod, because he’s right. No way am I going to be able to use these trembling legs.

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“So, who’s to say that this big bad guy won’t try to get to me while I’m separated from you?” I ask Lillith as I scoop her hand up in mine and weave our fingers together. The water trickles out from between our hands, strangely loud in the quiet bathroom. With her back resting against my chest, I can’t see her expression, but I can tell that she’s thinking about it, because she stares at my hand for a long time.

She inhales and finally tilts her head to look up at me. “One of the things I’ve learned about being cursed is that the worst way to handle it is to live like you are,” she says. “Damien, the guys aren’t going to let you wreck this for them. And I’m not going to let you wreck your dream for me. Maybe it is possible that this... thing comes after you. But I have to hope that if we keep living life like we’re not knee deep in shit, we’ll eventually stop being knee-deep in shit.”

“Isn’t that a big risk?”

“Of course—just like getting together with you was a big risk. Just like leaving the house was when I wasn’t sure that I was protected,” she says. “I would never forgive myself if you lost the band you built from the ground up because of me. And I think, if you really look at it, and you’re really honest with yourself, you would eventually come to resent me once this blows over.”

It’s my turn to look away from her. I stare at her delicate fingers tangled with mine and wonder if she’s right about that. Maybe she is.

“I have really strong intuition,” she says. “And I know you guys are going to explode. Likely soon. Think about what it’s going to feel like when you’re watching Portent winning Grammies and going on world tours and hosting SNL.”

I huff a laugh. “Oren would rather die,” I say.

“Well, I think you guys would kill it,” she says with a shrug.

I lean down to kiss the curve of her shoulder, then the slope of her neck. “I don’t want to go,” I say for what must be the fifteenth time.

“I know,” she says, tilting her head to grant me access to the spot behind her ear. I smile against the skin there before pressing a lingering kiss against it. “I don’t want you to go either. Not really. But I want you to achieve everything you dreamed of. Everything I know you to be capable of.”

I sigh, leaning back in the tub again. “I’ll go,” I say.

She sits up, turning sideways so that she can look at me with those big, pewter eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” I say before gently grasping her chin. “But I’m calling you. Like—all the fucking time.”

She laughs, her eyes crinkling with the first warm smile I’ve seen in a few days. “I’m going to give you the best phone-handjob you’ve ever seen.”

“With magic? Just make sure I’m not rehearsing with the guys, okay?”