Page 76 of Wicked

The healthy-looking dog walks to Raven, and she rubs his neck. “You hungry?”

I crouch, and the dog sniffs me hesitantly before he wags his tail. He’s good looking and his coat shines in the sun as I pat him. “Tito, my name’s Dante.” I turn to Raven. “What do you think? A table for three?”

Raven smiles, and I stare into Tito’s eyes. “Hungry?”

As we walk to the castle with boxes, bags, and food, I turn back to check on Tito. The dog appears hesitant. “Come on,” I command. “Come on, boy!”

After coercing Tito inside the castle, then into our warm chamber, Raven gives him some steak as I cook a unique pasta dish at the fire. I add Italian spices and take in Raven’s curves.

It’s good to have her home again, even if we are both silent.

We eat on the turret balcony just outside the large room. As we watch the sunset, we drink old wine, eat fresh pasta with fresh bread, along with Tuscan vegetables from the market.

Tito eats more of the fresh meat, and Raven gave him a bowl of water outside.

She also found an old basket, and I got a used blanket for Tito to sleep on. The dog looks over the coast, and then he checks onus. Raven is adorable as she beams, and I watch the young curvy woman at my side.

I feel calm with the two of them here, and I feel more settled than I have in years.

As the sun drops from view, there is silence, and the stars form. I would like to stay and enjoy them, but class is class, and it’s time for education.

As I think about my evening class, Raven must sense something. She leans against me and turns. “Should I be nervous?”

I say it slow and low: “Some.”

Raven does not flinch, but she does pour more wine into her medieval goblet and drink it faster than normal.

“You need to think about what you want to do sexually,” I say. “And what you want me to do to you, Raven. How far we take this is up to you… student.”

Raven blushes, and I know she is getting wet. That’s because I can smell her, and I know her aroma well.

I like it, and as she forces her legs together, I watch her closely. “I will not tell you not to be nervous, Raven. Because I will have you do things you’ve never done and may never do again.” Raven gulps. “I will make you come, Raven, and in every way possible that I know. I will also take you in ways no one will ever likely take you again.”

Raven gulps.

“On my fingers. On my tongue. On my cock… And more,” I say. “Now is the time to back out and walk if you’re worried!”

Raven stands, eye fucks me and wiggles out of her shorts. I take her perfect curves in, and she sits on my lap.

I growl at my student, and my fingers find her slick folds. “Spread.”

Raven does as she is told, and I hold her chin. I look into her eyes, and I slide in and hook two fingers up. They find her G-spot, and my seasoned, rough thumb finds her clit.

Raven squirms, opens her legs, and bites her lip. I claim her slowly, and I slide in and out.

As Raven moans louder and longer, I slow. I then pick up speed and intensity. I slow, then repeat my wicked lesson. I do it again, and again, and again.

As I watch Raven’s eyes and face, I can tell she’s unsure if she should hate me or try to mount me.

“You suck,” she says between panting and whimpering.

“Now, now,” I say, teasing her and forcing her to beg me.

As Raven starts to buck against my fingers and chase her orgasm, I whip my hand out without warning.

Raven is furious, but her eyes change when I lick my fingers.

I offer them to her, and I command her to lick. Raven is hesitant, but then she does as she is told.

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