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Rather than letting go, she slaps me hard across the chest. “Did I say you could stop?”
The pain nearly brings tears to my eyes but I force myself to keep going until I can feel her her hips jerking, her moans turning into a breathless staccato. She trembles as her movements slow, her hands finally letting go or my chest and finding the sheet beside my body. For a moment, she stays still like this and I gently run my tongue over her clit until I’ve drawn out the last of her shivers.
***
“Such a good little slut,” she whispers in my ear after having recovered from her climax, her hands finding their way over my body again.
This time, I have the wherewithal to swallow my protest. Besides, I’m no longer sure her assessment is that wrong – by now, the wetness between my legs has begun spreading down the inside of my thighs. I’m pretty sure that I’d blindly do anything she asked me, if only she promised to finally fuck me in return.
Somehow, I find myself back with my face in the sheets, legs spread, and finally, finally, her hand settles between my legs, first entering me with two fingers, then after sufficient pleading for more, three. I no longer try to be pretty or dignified. My hair is a mess, bruises have begun spreading my skin from her spanking, still tender and raw, and my moans have reached a level of desperation I didn't think they could.
She kisses and bites my neck as she pushes me closer and closer to release, my body trembling in anticipation. “Sssh,” she whispers in my ear. “Slow down, kitten. Not yet.”
I groan. As if I had any control left. When I try to resist the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me, it only seems to come on faster, my legs beginning to twitch.
“Not yet,” she repeats, this time with a threatening undertone. “You can come when I tell you to.”
Letting out a frustrated grunt, I mumble into the sheets, “I can’t, I’m gonna come…” Biting my lip, I try to stop the heat from spreading through me, the stars from dancing behind my eyes. “Please,” I moan, neither sure if I can endure whatever punishment she has in store if I don’t follow her orders, nor whether I can bear disappointing her. “Please, I need to come! Please!”
She sighs quietly. “Fine. Go ahead and come for me, little girl.”
Her permission comes not a moment too late. Within moments, I’m blind with pleasure, my climax shaking me in waves, making my back arch, my legs spasming. I try to stifle my cries in the sheets, not wanting to wake up the whole neighborhood.Fuck, is all I can think.Fuck, that feels good.
Celeste’s voice is husky and breathless against my ear. “Hmm. That's a good girl.”
Her words draw out one last wave of tingling, mind-bending pleasure before I collapse, panting, shivering and limp – and perhaps more satisfied than I’ve ever been. Dizzy and stupefied, I try to catch my breath.I don’t like her, I try to remind myself in the warm afterglow of my orgasm,I don’t like her at all.
After stilling only for a moment, her fingers begin to move again, still inside me, still sopping wet. I shudder and try to pull my legs together, oversensitive to her touch. Rather than stopping, she slaps the inside of my thigh hard enough to make me yelp, forcing my legs apart again.
“I’m not done with you,” she whispers in my ear, her wicked smile audible in her voice. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
11. I THOUGHT MAGIC WAS MORE FUN THAN THAT
I wake in a rush of terror. The world is bright,too bright. Behind my eyelids dance golden and orange flecks. When I open them, the curtains are opened slightly, sun streaming directly onto the bed.
With a terrified yelp, I flee the sheets and across the room, pressing myself into a dark corner. With a rattling breath I raise my hands to see that they are… fine.
“I enchanted the windows.” Celeste is sitting in one of the lusciously carved chairs beneath the open curtains. Her hair is rolling loosely off her shoulders, pale skin radiant in the sunlight. In the brightness, the blue of her eyes is an impossibility. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
With a fluttering heart, I reach out and touch the rays of light cutting through the air. My fingers remain intact, no pain and no fire bursting forth from the sunlight upon them. Before I can stop myself I stick out my arm, my shoulder, then bathe my body in the sunlight. It’s only the cool winter sun but after months of darkness, it nearly brings tears to my eyes.
“You can do that?” I ask, laughing in disbelief. “I haven’t seen the sun in months!”
“Only this window, so far. It is a fairly complex spell.”
Fascinated, I tiptoe up to the window frame. Runes are carved into the wood, their edges charred. When I bring my fingers to them they are cold as ice.
“Careful.” Celeste’s expression is grave. “You don’t want to touch that.”
“Why is it cold?”
“Magic requires energy. It’s the First Law of Thermodynamics – energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It has to come from somewhere. Using heat is one of the more easily accessible sources.”
I grimace. “That sounds like… maths. I thought magic was more fun than that.”
“It is fun but it does take study.”
With a sigh, I lean against one of the posts of the bed frame, closing my eyes. Did she do this… for me?
