Page 22 of The Magic of Betrayal
Calling on my fire, I tossed the large flame and it hit Chan on the back of his head, the rest of his body catching within seconds. Blood curdling screams that only a man being burned alive could make reverberated through my bones, cutting off sharply about three seconds later. My fire burned with the heat to rival a cremation furnace, so he was reduced to nothing in no time at all. The smell wasn’t overwhelming, thanks to the high temperatures, but still, I didn’t want some burned asshole so close. I let my fire build in my palm and aimed it at the skeleton before letting it loose and watched with satisfaction as it slid clear across the floor to the other side of the huge room.
Fischer leaned forward, his hands now sinking into his dark hair. "Fuck!"
Grabbing his hair myself, I pulled him up. "Listen, pet. You're a fucking beast, and my monster wants to play with yours. My darkness will pull you back to the light."
He groaned, grabbing my neck, and pulling my mouth to his.Sweet fucking stars.
Pushing him back, I reached for what was left of the rope lying on the table. "Turn around. Hands behind your back."
Fischer obeyed and I quickly secured his hands.
"This is going to be rough, pet. I hope you're ready for this," I whispered in his ear.
"Fuck this out of me, Master. Bring me back."
My dick surged to a painful thickness. I loved his begging, but it wasn't necessary. Not with how turned the fuck on I was after watching him work. Pulling the packet of lube from my back pocket, I ripped it open and sat it on the table next to his hip. Reaching down to his waistband, I hastily undid the button on his jeans and unzipped them, pushing them with his boxers down to his ankles. That'd just have to work for now, I needed to be inside of him. Shimmying my own jeans down, I pressed myself against his ass, groaning at the feel of our skin together. My hands found his cock, and I squeezed his balls, earning a moan that had my own tightening.
"Please..."
Pushing him down so his chest was flat against the table, his legs spread as wide as the restriction of his jeans would allow, I dropped down behind him, sucking on two of my fingers.
"You want this, pet?" My voice husky and deep.
"Yes, Master. I need you."
My fingers ran down his crack, swirling his hole.Fucking hell, he's so tight. A whimper filled the air when I pushed in, and I quickly pulled out, spreading him with both hands before leaning in and running my tongue from his sack to his ass. His body jerked at the contact, a chorus of 'oh yes' and 'more' driving me further.
"Tell me how much you love this, pet. Now." My palm cracked his ass, his tan skin reddening with the blow. I loved marking him.
"Taste me, this ass belongs to you, Master."
Fuuuuuck.
"Gods damned right it does," I snapped, leaning back in to work him up so good he'd forget all about Chan. The only fucking mage who belonged inside of him, his mind, his body, was me. My tongue licked and speared, and Fischer began moving his hips, grinding his cock against the table, searching for friction of any kind.
My fingers pushed easily inside of him and he squeezed tight at the intrusion, but he was begging for more. Chan's body was nothing more than a pile of ash at this point, and I fisted my cock with my free hand, groaning at the contact.
Standing up, I slapped Fischer's ass a few more times, his hole squeezing my fingers gloriously with each smack.
"What do you need, pet?" I questioned, reaching for the lube.
"Your cock, Master." He panted.
"Quit fucking the table, pet. I'm the one who is going to give you what you need." I squeezed the lube out onto my fingers and coated my dick with it. Bracing myself by gripping his hip tightly, I pressed the head of my cock to his asshole, pushing just enough to have him squirming, trying to fuck himself onto my dick.
Smirking, I leaned forward, breaching his tight ring of muscle that had my balls jumping, and my head tipping back on a groan.
Inch by inch, I slid inside of him, his pleas building the tension higher and higher.
"Stop teasing me, fuck me like you fucking mean it," he snapped and I cracked his ass so hard, the sting on my palm had me wincing.
"You don't tell me what to do, pet. You're not in charge here. If I want to fuck you long and take hours to do so, I fucking will. If I want to fill your ass with my boiling hot cum and let you stay in this position with it leaking from your body, then I will. If I want to make you gag on my cock afterwards, never letting you get the release you're looking for, I will. Do. Not. Test. Me."
Slamming forward, my balls touched his as I was buried to the hilt. He cried out, and I fucked him viciously, his grunts were music to my fucked up soul.
"Sloane!" he cried, chanting my name like I was some kind of deity that could save him from the brink of insanity.
Feeling the familiar shiver of impending orgasmic bliss, I slipped two fingers into his ass with my cock, stretching him even further. Fischer cried out in surprise.
