Page 16 of Warmongers and Wands
He tilted his head, then smiled and bent down to kiss the tip of my nose. “I’m yours, Bronwyn. You don’t need to do that. There is no need for you to pleasure me. My job is to serveyou.”
Okay, the sex-slave thing had been intriguingly sexy at first, but it was quickly losing its appeal.
“No. That’s not how this is going to work,” I told him. “Getting you off makes me feel sexy; it makes me want you more. It brings me just as much pleasure to make you orgasm as it does to have one myself. Well, probably not, but you get the idea. This needs to be mutually beneficial, or it won’t work long term.”
It still might not work long term, but I’ll be damned if I was going to go into my first sexual relationship with this one-sided crap. And to show him that, I reached out and cupped him through his pants.
He hissed and froze, then jerked his hips forward. I rubbed, shifting so I could bring my other hand up to unzip his pants.
“This should wait until your leg heals,” he protested as I eased him from his pants. Commando. I liked that in a man…or demon.
“I’m not waiting.” I wrapped my hand around him at the base and stroked him to the tip. “Scoot forward a few feet, will you? I can’t do this all twisted over on my hip.”
He obliged and I sighed in relief once both my ass cheeks were back on the towel. I caressed and stroked him, feeling him harden further. A bead of white swelled at the end of his cock and emboldened by his enthusiastic response, I licked the pearlescent drop. His hips rocked forward and I found him in my mouth.
Huh. That was easier than I’d expected. Imagining myself quite the temptress, I lost myself in the feel of him, in the taste of him. And when he came, I felt more powerful and sexy than I ever had before in my life.
“You need another bath, my witch.”
He reached down to trace a finger along my chin, my neck, the top of my breasts. Sticky. I’d not timed things quite right and he’d ended up coming outside of my mouth. It looked sexy in the porn movies, but in reality, it was a bit like being coated in fast-drying hair gel.
“I’ll just clean up with a basin of water—” Before I could finish my sentence, he was wiping me up with a warm, wet washcloth.
“Rest,” he instructed, scooping me up and placing me back into the bed. “I’ll get dinner started. And if you need anything in the future—assistance, food, water, you are to ask me, please. Don’t risk hurting your leg further. I will help you.”
He turned to go and I reached out and grabbed his hand. I was tired. I did need to sleep. But there was one more thing I wanted.
“Can dinner wait?” I murmured. “I’d really like you to lay here beside me. I want to fall asleep next to you, with your arms around me.”
He smiled, and his eyes shown with a golden glow in the light brown irises. “I would like that too, my witch. I would very much like that.”
