Then I wince. But judging by the look in his eyes, sometimes he doesn’t mind being called that. Right now, he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. The very opposite, in fact.
I lick my lips again, and his heated gaze follows the path of my tongue.
His hands fall away. He is not going to say no. I am allowed to taste his cock.
My heart is thumping now. Strong and fast. Pumping arousal through my entire body and swelling my cock with it.
I crawl a little closer, keeping my eyes on the magnificent cock before me. My mouth is watering now. I place my hands behind my back and clasp them tightly.
My tongue sticks out. One long lick from root to crown. The clean salty taste of him floods my mouth. He groans. His cock twitches. I lick him again. Long slow licks interspersed with short quick flicks, so he never knows what he is getting.
His breaths quicken. His hand runs gently through my hair. My eyes flutter closed and I could purr from the sheer contentment running through me.
I swirl my tongue around the very tip of him, pressing in towards his slit. He gasps and grips my hair. My toes curl and my cock presses uncomfortably against my panties.
I can’t wait any longer. I suck the head of his cock into my mouth. The hot, heavy weight of him slides over my tongue and stretches my lips. A small moan escapes me.
Drew groans in response. The joy of having him in my mouth increases. I bob my head down his length, taking more of him. He feels incredible. Hot, firm silk. I bob my head up and down, tightening the seal of my lips around him so they roll over the sensitive skin of his cock. He groans again, deeper this time.
I’m pleasing him. He is enjoying the feel of me. This is wonderful.
I risk a peek up at him. His head is tipped back, his jaw slack with pleasure. Both of his hands are running through my hair now. Gently, tenderly. He is allowing me to work at my own pace.
His cock throbs in my mouth. He is so firm now. I don’t think he is far from his peak. It’s time to take him all, while I can.
I exhale through my nose until my lungs are empty. I loosen my jaw. Relax my throat. Then I purposefully bob down. All the way down. Until my nose is pressed against his neatly trimmed hair.
His cock slides down into my throat. I keep my lungs still. Drew cries out. I lift up a little and then all the way back down. His fingers twist in my hair.
I swallow around him. He convulses and pours his seed down my throat. He is so far back I can’t really taste him. But there will be other times.
As for now, the hot gushes, combined with the knowledge I have brought him to his release, is exquisite. It tips me over my own edge, but I don’t allow it to ruin my concentration.
I swallow again and again, causing my throat to clench around him. Just to make sure he is empty and that I have all of him. I’m getting dizzy now, so I reluctantly pull off and gasp in some oxygen.
“Fucking hell, Luci!” exclaims Drew. “Remind me to never ever turn you down when you offer a blow job!”
His eyes open, and he looks down at me. His face is flushed and his pupils blown. I did a good job. I grin at him with pride as I neatly tuck him back away and do up his belt.
His expression grows tender, then his eyes widen. “Did you…?”
Tendrils of my magic waft between us. Betraying me.
I feel my cheeks heat and I nod.
“That’s so hot,” whispers Drew in a tone of awe.
And now I’m squirming in delight like an overexcited puppy.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He holds out his hand, and I take it. I never knew life could be this good.
I’m pacing around my room like a crazy person. There is no need to be like this. Drew had to run some errands. He was very sad about leaving me, but I understand that I’m safer here, behind the wards.
He will be back soon. And I’ve already spent most of the day with him. I’m being greedy for his attention. He allowed me to give him fellatio. I should be thankful for that. Not distraught that he is not by my side. I certainly should not be harboring a dark desire for him to spend the night in my bed. I’m not even ripe. I’m being shameless.
It seems I’m slutty, and not frigid after all. It’s almost hilarious.
Another lap around my sitting room. This time when I reach the window, I can’t resist peeking, because if I twist my head to the left, I can see the driveway. But it is dark and empty.
Sighing, I turn back and head towards my settee.
“Lucien.”
Bile rises in my throat as terror floods my body. My gaze is drawn insidiously to the fire. Where, sure enough, the shadowy mirage of my father’s face is in the flames.
It’s ridiculous that my first thought is relief that I’m wearing jeans and a tee shirt and not a dress.
“You have not answered your calls or emails. Report immediately.”
I’ve smashed up my phone and smartwatch. I’ve deleted my email accounts. I should have asked Drew to ward the house against psychic projections. They are harmless, in theory. All my father can do is talk to me. But at the rate my heart is beating, I may very well die of fright.
“Report!” he snarls.
It’s no good. I have to obey him. It is written in my every instinct. Carved upon my flesh. I walk up to the fire on trembling legs.
