Page 36 of Dragon's Desire

Then she bent forward, and for a second, he thought she wanted to kiss him. But instead, she reached above the headboard and grabbed a wand vibrator. Sitting back up, she barely moved her hips as she placed the buzzing head against her clit.

The thing was powerful enough he could feel it through her, and it was getting much harder to control himself. He was beginning to worry he might not be able to hold back much longer. Then she really started to ride him, and he was having to concentrate on anything else to stop his rising orgasm.

He could feel it building, and he wasn't sure he would make it. Then she screamed out again before shutting off the vibrator and collapsing onto him. She lay there, and for a moment, he wondered if she'd passed out. But then she pushed off his chest until she was looking into his eyes.

"You're allowed to come now, Peter. Be a good boy and come for me."

Peter was having trouble determining if he liked Kiercy in control like this or not. But once she started riding his cock in earnest, thoughts like that were blasted from his brain. Even with him still inside her, her pause had been enough to cause his orgasm to subside, but she was rapidly getting him back towards the peak.

"I'm getting close," Peter said. "Better grab the bottle."

"Okay," she said in what sounded like resignation or disappointment.

Panting, he asked, "What's wrong, darling?"

He saw her flush, and this wasn't just from the exertion of the sex. It was something else. Embarrassment maybe.

"Oh, were you wanting me to come inside you?"

"No," she said, but it wasn't nearly as convincing as she might have liked. And while there may have been ways to satisfy her need to feel filled and his need to be protected from Legermain's magic, he wanted to er on the side of caution.

"Maybe next time. But for now, you better grab that bottle and untie me."

"No," she said.

"What?"

He could feel his orgasm getting closer. She hadn't stopped riding him. Was her need that deep.

"I'm the one in charge. I'll get the bottle, but I'm not untying you."

She dismounted and then, bottle in hand, started sucking his cock again. Kiercy had a way of blowing him that felt very much like she was the one in complete control, and he was at her mercy. She hummed around his cock as she took more and more it into her mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Peter said, each time progressively louder. "Kiercy, I'm going to come. Oh, fuck."

He wanted to give her one more warning because this felt like it was going to be one hell of a load. But instead, all that came out was her name as he exploded in her mouth again.

Just as she'd done before, she held it all in her mouth until he was done and then spit it into the witch bottle. She corked it and set it on the bedside table.

"So should we get going?" he asked. He didn't want to leave, to stop looking at her naked body, but there was a psychotic warlock on the loose.

"I don't know. I think I like you tied up. Maybe I could grab a gag and go again."

"Jesus. As tempting as that sounds, I would need a moment to recover," he said, looking down at his deflating dick.

She wrapped a hand around his cock and chanted some words he didn't understand, and he was instantly hard again. "Not with a little bit of magic."

In the end, they had no problem filling the bottle to the brim.

25

KIERCY

Kiercy still felt incredibly dirty about the sex she'd had with Peter, even after she'd finished taking a shower. But the carnal acts had cleared her head more than a little. She looked at the coffee table with all the things Peter had laid out. All the equipment that Gil Xander had lent them. Some of it still made her stomach turn. But after she'd watched Legermain essentially take over her coven, she was running out of options.

"Peter!" she called.

He stepped out of the bathroom, still a little wet from his shower and wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. When she saw him, she regretted rushing him because looking at him now was making her think about what they could do if he got rid of the towel.

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