Kiss & Spell (3 page)

Chapter Four

The dark was a living entity that insulated them from the outside world. Justin rubbed her abdomen in slow circles, a move he hadn't used since he broke it off with Jana months ago. It was automatic. That kind of move gave the impression he wanted more. He knew it wrong, but he couldn't stop. Marissa was no good, yet was helpless to the rising desire inside.

She made a low sound of satisfaction and arched her buttocks into him.

He settled his other arm under her breasts, his fingers touching the curved underside of one of them. Her nipple was only inches away from his fingertips, a tight bud under the silken softness of her dress. He ached to touch it. His dick pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

God, this was wrong. This was Marissa the Siren. The woman who stepped out with so many guys, he’d lost count. He didn’t matter to her; no doubt, she saw him as one more
guy in a long line of conquests.

She turned and
, in a flash, pinned his arms against the wall.

He laughed and moved to break free, but she was much stronger than she looked.

"Don't play a game you don't mean to finish." Her voice was sexy and low. "I don't like being teased."

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he became fully aware of how close
they were. The outline of her naked shoulders and the edge of her jaw were visible in the faint moonlight streaming in through the windows.

"I'm not playing any game." He tried again to break free. How could someone so slight, so feminine, be so damn strong?

She let go of one of his arms and squeezed his dick through his jeans. He gasped at the intimacy.

"You're the one who started it.
” Her grip on his cock grew tighter, almost painful.

"Jesus." Raw emotions surfaced. Fresh wounds. The last time he'd been intimate with a woman, he thought he'd been in love. But Marissa's hard, grasping hand had nothing to do with love, and everything to do with lust. Pure, mindless lust.

She unzipped his fly. When she touched his naked cock his mind narrowed down to one thing: sex.

He leaned down, knowing her mouth was close to his. He wanted to know what those lips felt like against his.
He imagined them to be pillowy-soft. His free hand snaked behind her neck, and he pulled at her hair.

"Let go." Marissa stilled her hand and released his cock. "Only touch me whe
n I order you to. Never before.

His cock throbbed. His balls were so tight, they hurt. He needed her hand on his dick. He needed what she could give him. It had been too long. He had been too lonely. Whatever she wanted. However she wanted. He'd do it. What would it matter if he gave in this once?

He released her and dropped his hands to his sides.

* * *

Marissa fisted his erection once more. God, he was thick and heavy. Powerful. She had him obeying her without any magic. She had control using only her hand. Maybe this bet would be easier to win than she’d thought. She thumbed the tip of his dick, and he shivered.

The only sex
she’d ever experienced had been when men were under her magical spell. What would Justin think of her needs? Would he panic and run?

She let go of his cock and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Christ." He let his arms fall at his sides. "Don't do this. I can't . . ." His hand touched her thigh and slid up under her hem. "I have to touch you."

She pushed him away. "I make the rules. You obey." This wasn't how it worked. She told the man to touch her, he touched her. She told the man to kiss her, he kissed her. She told the man to fuck her, he fucked her. Men she hadn’t enchanted with her kiss were obviously more difficult to keep in line. Anxious. Needy.

She spread her hands over his muscular chest. He curved his body away from her. "I've got to . . . I need to . . . fuck." He grabbed for her, cupped her face, and pulled her toward his mouth.

"No." She slapped him hard across the cheek. "No kissing."

"Damn, woman, what do you want from me?"

She had to keep him under her control, and if she couldn’t do it with words, she'd have to improvise. "Come with me." She grabbed
his hand and pulled him toward the bar where the shadows were thicker, the darkness more complete.

"What are you doing?" Her
grasp was firm.

"My game, my rules. Get up on the bar."

"What?"

"Lay down on the bar."

"You've got to be joking."

Oh dear God this was hard.

She latched onto his cock, still free of his jeans, and stroked it. "No, I am not."

He grunted and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Have you ever heard of blue balls?"

"Get on the bar. Then we'll see what I can do for your
condition
."

"This is insane," he muttered, but made his way to the bar. "What the fuck am I doing?"

"I don't think you'll regret your choice in about five minutes."

He climbed on the wooden bar and lay flat on his back. "Okay, now what?"

From her purse she pulled four men's ties. Knowing she couldn’t use magic this time, she’d come prepared.

He eyed the ties. "Are you serious?"

She looped one end around his left wrist and tied the other end tight to the barstool that was bolted to the floor. "As serious as a heart attack." She did the same to his left ankle, tying it to another bar stool. "If you want me to stop, I'll stop. Everything." She knew he wouldn't say no. His dick was so hard, the only thing that would give him some relief was a good old-fashioned fucking.

He said nothing.

She took his silence as a sign that he agreed to the arrangement and slid across the bar on her ass, her dress riding high to expose the plain white panties she wore underneath. Damp white panties. Just thinking about how she'd torture him was getting her wetter by the minute.

She took another tie and secured his right hand to the mini-fridge handle under the counter. The fourth and final tie she secured to his right ankle and tied it to the handle on the beer keg.

"I must be fucking insane."

"No, just horny." She checked all the ties to make sure they were tight. She climbed up on the bar, this
time kneeling over his stomach with one knee on either side of his body. She rested her ass on his groin and trapped his hard cock between her legs. The thick length pressed against her panty-covered clit. She rocked back and forth, feeling his hardness against her most sensitive part.

Then, it dawned on her. When this
night was over he'd remember everything. For a second she hesitated. What would he think of her? He had to fall in love with her, not just fuck her. What if her demands freaked him out?

She looked down at her captive. The lights snapped on.

There, in the dim glow of the canned lights above the bar, she was face to face with the man she'd dreamed about having. He wasn't just some warm, fuckable body. He talked to her like a human being. She’d sensed the hurt within him, even when she flirted with him. He had some past injury that kept him from getting too close. He’d always been a gentleman. Until tonight.

"The power's back on.
" His hips bucked up off the bar.

"So?"

"Aren't you worried someone will see us?" The pub lighting was dim, but a large, plate glass window faced Main Street. He strained against the ties holding him down.

With deliberate movements, she undid her halter. The shimmery fabric pooled around her waist. "Let them look."

"Holy fuck." Although the lights shone directly in his eyes, his pupils were huge. His gaze focused squarely on her naked breasts.

She shook out her hair,
and her breasts jiggled from the movement. She cupped them and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. They hardened into dark pink points. "Do you want me, Justin?" She pushed down, forcing his dick between her pussy lips. God, he was so hard.

He s
truggled against the restraints. He raised his body a few inches off the bar, and his fingers curved into claws. "Shit." He fell back. "This is fucking insane."

She stood, her head almost touching the ceiling. Her pussy throbbed. Quickly, she stepped out of her panties and let
her dress fall to her ankles. She kicked it to the floor and stood above him, completely naked. Her cunt was spread and open to his gaze. Filled with desire and a heady sense of power, she stared into his eyes. She couldn't wait to make him beg for it. His desire for her was pure, not spell-induced. A new feeling grew inside—one she didn’t recognize.

"You’
ll do something for me, and then I’ll do something for you."

He licked his lips, and his gaze roved over her. Chills ran down her spine. "What do you want me to do?"

She knelt back down, but this time over his chest, her spread cunt lips mere inches from his chin. "Eat my pussy. Make me come with your mouth, Justin."

He groaned and bucked up again, but his bonds held firm. "I need to touch you. Untie me, and let me touch you. I'll lick you better than any of those other men you've had." His words were fevered, but she knew better than to trust a man in this state of need. Without the spell, he didn't have to obey her. Without the spell, he could walk right out of here. No, he needed to stay right where he was.

She rose up, moved forward, and centered her split seam over his mouth. "Eat my pussy."

Chapter Five

Justin's breath buffeted her sensitive folds, and Marissa shivered. She could hardly wait to feel his tongue on her.

She lowered herself centimeters at a time. His teeth nibbled at the edges of her cunt lips. She moved lower. His tongue pushed deep into her.

"Aaaaah." The touch of his soft, wet his tongue against her puffy flesh made her fly apart. She kept her body raised just enough so he could reach her pussy. Her thighs trembled.

With velvety licks he tortured her labia and clit, making sounds of satisfaction deep in his throat. When he dipped the tip of his tongue into her vagina, the sparks radiated outward. "Oh God, that feels good."

His licking intensified. The cords in his wrists strained as he pulled against his restraints. His tongue ran around and around her clitoris. She wanted him to go on and on. Never stop. She could hold back her orgasm, wait even longer for blessed release, if only he'd keep licking her like that.

She focused on the lapping sound of his tongue, her own groans and cries made nearly inaudible by the rush of blood in her ears.

Lap, lap, lap.

Yes, yes, yes
.

Her thighs froze
in place, and her entire being centered on that small bud of hard flesh hidden beneath her folds. He drew his tongue across it one last time, and she exploded. She gritted her teeth and moved against his tongue, making him press hard against her clit. The orgasm was tight, tight, tight. Centered in her cunt, and then exploding outward in shifting waves. She shuddered.

Justin continued to lick her and moan into her hot, wet flesh. The echoes of her orgasm continued for several seconds.

* * *

Abruptly, Marissa
sat up. Justin aimed his gaze at her pussy. It was wet and ready for him. His dick ached. He couldn't wait much longer. "Let me touch you, Marissa. Untie me." He tried to break loose, but his restraints were tight. "God!" He growled in frustration. Her pussy had tasted musky and sweet, and the flavor lingered on his tongue. He wanted more, wanted to split her in half and pound into her. No mercy. Just hard, hard fucking until they both were spent.

Thi
s is how she worked her magic, how she brought men to their knees.

Those ripe, round tits. The legs that went on and on. A sweet, pink cunt. All of it. He wanted it all. What happened in the morning, he didn't care.

She cupped her breasts again. Thumbs tweaked her nipples. She cooed in pleasure, riding out the orgasm.

God, she was gorgeous.

"Let me fuck you, Marissa."

She splayed her hands on either side of his head. "Oh, no." She clucked her tongue. "Let me fuck
you
." She scooted back, leaving a trail of slick wetness down his chest. Her wetness. Her desire for him. "Would you like that?"

He wanted so badly to sink his fingers into her hips, force her cunt onto his cock. "God, yes."

She sat on his thighs now, his dick at her mercy. She palmed it, and he grunted. "Hmm, nice and hard." Her hot hand was more than he could bear. "How good that will feel, but first, we have to be smart." She held up a condom. Where did that come from? His mind had not been on protection of any kind.

She tore open the package and rolled the condom down over his cock. His balls were painfully tight. One sudden move and he might ejaculate all over the bar.

"There. Ready to go." She lifted up, lined up her cunt with his dick then sank down.

Heat and pressure surrounded his penis. Blessed, blessed pressure. God, her body gripped him like a vise. A sweet, wet vise. He pumped upward. It
felt so good to finally move and to have some sort of control over what happened to his body.

"Slow down, tiger." She stilled, not allowing him any room to thrust.

He let out a breath. She was going to be the death of him.

She began slow, circular movements with her hips, grinding her cunt into him. The pull of her pussy was heavenly. Tight, yet soft. He pumped slowly this time, hoping to please her. Hoping she'd keep going and not leave him frustrated.

"That's it. Slow, slow, slow. I want to feel everything. Mmm." She rested her hands on the bar and rotated faster. His cock drove deep inside her.

God, he wanted to grab her around the waist and flip her underneath him. Drive into her like a piston. Lose himself in her body. He struggled again at the ties. "Please let me touch you."

She smiled and rolled her body forward. She continued to move up and down, but now her face was over his, her hair hanging down, her tits inches from his chest. He thought she would kiss him then. She lowered her mouth to his. He moistened his lips. At the last minute she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Why don't
I
touch
you
?" She rubbed her tits across his chest, the hard points of her nipples exciting him more. She followed that with a line of soft kisses down his neck, all the while gyrating her hips and continuing the slide of his dick inside her.

He needed everything to be harder and faster. "I'm begging you, Marissa
, I can't do much more of this." He pulled hard at his restraints. Miraculously, his right arm came free. He wasted no time wrapping it around her waist to force her to move more rapidly.

The game must've been over at that point, because she didn't even seem to notice he'd touched her. She pressed back against him, driving his cock deeper inside. Her tight walls clamped down, and he grunted at the perfect pleasure of it.

Yes, yes, yes
.

Above him, her tits swung in his face. He curved
his hand around one sweet breast. Incredible. Soft flesh with a puckered nipple. He stroked his thumb across it. Marissa cried out and arched her back. He did that to her.
He
made her cry in desire. No one else.

He lifted his hips off the bar to delve deeper into her cunt. His fingers clamped down on her tit, squeezing it.

Marissa screamed her release, long and loud. He followed seconds later. An enormous burst from his balls to his penis. Release. Beautiful, wonderful sexual release. He groaned at the intense pleasure.

She fell on top of him, breathing hard. Her hair covered her face.
He swept away the dark strands and touched his fingers to her lips. He wanted to feel that soft mouth against his. A final sign he'd conquered her in some way. When he turned his head to seek out her mouth, though, she pulled away.

"I have to get dressed. You can untie yourself."

He crinkled his brow. “What?” It was over. Just like that?

She'd
jumped to the floor and slipped back into her dress. "How do I get out of here?"

He untied his other hand. "You should be able to get out the back." He was in shock. So he
was
like all the other men. He thought back to earlier in the evening. She'd never had a chance to slip him any drug. She didn't try to knock him out. So how was it that all her other lovers in the past didn’t seem to remember her? Marissa was not a woman who'd be easy to forget.

"Thanks." She disappeared from view, heading toward the storage room and the back exit.

"Wait!" He worked at the ties on his ankles. By the time he was free, she was long gone.