On Being Wicked (3 page)

She snatched her shift off the ground and yanked it over her head.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she announced, growling the warning at Rapunzel and her prince.

Rapunzel’s smile just grew wider. “Oh goody. See you then.”

Chapter Two

Malicia stared at the girl for a second, not sure she could believe it. Rapunzel was supposed to be terrified of her. She should be cowering in the corner—even though it was a round room—with fear that Malicia would return tomorrow.

She sure as hell shouldn’t been winking and flirting and—

Damn, Malicia needed to escape this completely improbable situation.

She was the wicked witch and she would be treated as such!

Malicia huffed and spun around, stomping toward the window. Her body felt light, not weighed down by those heavy robes as she easily flipped out the window and used the braid to rappel down the side of the tower.

She landed on the ground and shook out her shift. It hung like a sack on her new body, barely covering her now. The neckline dipped low in the middle, so deep that it almost revealed her nipples.

She had to figure out what had happened. There had to be something in her magic books. Maybe she’d been hit with a hex. The idea clicked in her brain. That was it. Another witch probably hexed her so
she
could be the wickedest witch.

Her mind locked on the problem, she stormed into the forest, following the main path, barely aware of the fact the barren, dying trees had sprouted leaves.

A foreign sound reached her ears and she stopped. She looked up.

A robin. In her forest. The damn bird was
singing
.

“Oh that’s going too far,” she announced to the universe in general. “Turning my terrified captive into a sex-crazed nymph is one thing but songbirds in my forest? I don’t think so!”

With a growl, she stomped down the path, coming to an abrupt stop when a huge man appeared on the trail. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared. She brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes and stared back. She recognized him as one of the woodsmen she’d hired to keep poachers from her forest.

He hadn’t been doing a good job. He’d let the Handsome Prince through.

A delicate flutter teased her pussy but she ignored it. Both woodsmen she’d hired were big, hulking creatures, perfectly suited to frighten strangers from her forest. Not that she was frightened; not in the least.

“Out of my way,” she snarled, starting forward, knowing he would move as she neared. She was the witch, after all. She got within a foot of his bulk and he hadn’t moved. “I
said
out of my way.”

“Sorry, miss, but you’re not allowed in this forest. It belongs to the wicked witch, and believe me, you don’t want to cross that bitch.”

Malicia’s head snapped up. And up. Damn, the man was
really
huge. Or maybe she’d shrunk. She’d been shorter than Rapunzel and that had never been the case before.

The need to reassert her authority rose in her chest and she rolled her shoulders back and glared down the mere woodsman who dared stand in her way.

“I
am
the wicked witch,” she announced. “I own this forest.”

He scoffed. “Right. You’re no ugly old crone.”

“I am!” she shouted. “I hired you.”

The woodsman squinted and peered at her face for a moment before trailing his gaze down her body. She fought not to squirm. The shift was almost see-through and she knew how it hung off her body.

The strange tingles between her legs that had started as she’d watched the prince pound his cock into Rapunzel returned, only worse.

The woodsman’s eyes stopped on her breasts. She shifted under the weight of his stare. The tiny movement brushed the thin material across her tight nipples and she gasped.

The woodsman smiled and let his gaze fall to the space between her thighs.

She pressed her knees together but that only made the tingles worse. The lovely little orgasm from Rapunzel’s mouth faded into memory and she felt a new rush of moisture between her legs. Her fingers twitched with the need to touch herself.

If this mountain of a man would get out of my way, I could get back to my cabin.
She could touch herself, bring herself to orgasm and
then
she would look up hexes that turned wicked witches good.

The woodsman shook his head and returned his gaze to hers.

“No. The witch is a frumpy old thing with a wart on her nose and a bad attitude. And she doesn’t smell too good either.”

Malicia stomped her foot on the forest floor. “But that was me. It
is
me! I’m Malicia, the wicked witch. Something happened and I turned into
this
.” She waved her hand at her body.

He nodded and pursed his lips as he considered the situation. “So, you’re saying you’re the witch who locked a girl in the tower because her mother stole lettuce from your garden?”

“Yes!” A mixture of frustration and relief flooded Malicia’s chest. He finally seemed to believe her.

“Hmm.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her. Reproach filled his gaze. “That was a really rotten thing to do.”

“Well, I
am
a wicked witch,” she pointed out.

“Yeah but even for a wicked witch, that was a bit extreme.” He took a step forward. “And wicked little girls need to be punished.”

“Punished?” The word squeaked out of her throat. “Wha—? No. I’m—”

She never got a chance to protest further. The woodsman scooped her up with one arm and carried her down the path.

Hung over his massive forearm, she watched the ground move beneath them until he stopped, planted Malicia on her feet and plopped himself down on a tree stump.

She flipped her long black hair out of the way and glared at the woodsman. He just grinned and patted his thighs.

“What?” She took a step back. “I’m not—”

His big, beefy hand reached out and snagged her around the wrist, yanking her forward. With a gentleness she didn’t expect, he draped her over his lap and pulled the shift up to her waist.

She hung there for a moment, looking at the ground inches away, her mind catching up with what had happened. Her hair provided a curtain, shielding her face so he couldn’t see her stunned expression.

This couldn’t be happening. She was feared by all!

“Just take your punishment like a good girl and then we can fuck.”

Before she could stand up and put a hex on the man the likes of which his great-grandchildren would talk about, a strong, firm hand came down on her ass. Her head snapped up and she stared unseeingly into the forest.

He’d spanked her.
Her.

The wicked witch!

Before she could cry out, his hand landed again, another bright, burning smack to her ass.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted, her voice loud enough to scare rabbits from their holes. She twisted in his hold but his strength easily overtook hers.

“Shh, honey. Let me warm this pretty ass.” He tapped her backside again, several fast smacks, burning her skin, sending the heat deep inside her. “If you’re good, I might let you come.”

“
Let
me come?!” Her shout rang through the trees.

His hand came down on her ass, sharp and harsh. The jolt of pain surged through her body, changing to pleasure as it flooded her pussy. Her clit tingled and the rigid bulge of his cock pushed against her stomach, revealing that this was making
him
hungry as well.

“Careful, little one. I’ll only take so much sass.”

She moaned and squirmed, seeking sensation, needing something to rub against her clit.

“Ah, I understand. You
are
a naughty girl.” He dipped his fingers between her legs, homing in on her pussy. A soft chuckle reached her ears. “How about that? The wicked witch likes to have her ass spanked.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” The breathless tone of her voice belied her claim.

“Then why is your pussy soaking wet?” He pushed one finger into her passage. “Damn, that’s a tight little cunt. It’s been a while since you’ve had a cock in here, hasn’t it?”

She squished her lips together. It was none of his business how long it had been.

He pumped his finger in and out, the digit gliding easily through her slick pussy juices. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m going to make sure you don’t go another day without having this tight pussy filled.”

The words sent shivers up her spine and she shifted back, rocking up on her toes, trying to work his finger deeper.

He chuckled. “Not so fast, my little witch. You don’t get to come until my cock is inside you.” He drew his finger back and placed another round of sharp smacks on her ass. Her skin burned and tears pricked her eyes.

Just as it became too much, it stopped. And the woodsman drew her upright, guiding her to her knees between his legs. Tears tumbled from her eyes and she blinked.

Strong, rough hands cupped her cheeks and brushed away the tears.

“So pretty. So sweet,” he murmured, placing a quick kiss on her lips.

“I’m not sweet,” she said, though the words sounded like a pout. “I’m the wicked witch.”

Laughter twinkled in his green eyes. “Honey, you look wicked, all flushed and kneeling before me, wearing a see-through gown…but there’s nothing witchy about you.”

“No, I’m—”

He shook his head. “I think you need to do something else with your mouth besides protest.” He reached down and tugged on the flap that held his leather trousers closed. Even before he’d pulled back the edge, his cock seemed to be eager to escape its leather prison.

Malicia held her breath and waited. He wasn’t holding her. She could run. She could stand up and hex him, but she didn’t move. She wanted to see him, wanted to see that hard cock that had pressed against her stomach.

She licked her lips and the woodsman chuckled again. “You’re an eager thing, aren’t you?”

Before she could deny it, he opened his trousers and drew out his cock.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

It was huge.

Where Handy’s cock had been long, this one was thick. She gulped, imagining putting all that in her mouth. Or her pussy.

He cupped her jaw and guided her forward, the touch firm and just a little bit cruel. “Be a good girl and suck me off.”

She shivered, feeling his command deep in her pussy, making her want to be a “good girl” just for him. She leaned forward, her mind trying to catch up with the way her body moved, the way she wanted to obey his commands.

The cautious portion of her brain warned her this was a bad precedent to set—that sucking the woodsman’s cock would only lead to more submissive behaviors—but there was no way she could deny the need to taste his shaft.

Just a taste, she allowed herself.
Just one and then I’ll back away and hex the man into a randy goat.

The pressure on her head didn’t give her much choice. She opened her mouth and poked out her tongue, cautiously approaching. She flicked at the broad head, capturing a clear drop of pre-come. The muted flavor hummed through her mouth and she wanted more.

“That’s it. Get to know him. Let me feel your mouth on my cock before I pound into your tight, wet cunt.”

His words filled her head and drifted over her body like a thousand caresses, every sexy syllable flowing into her pussy. She savored the warm male smell combined with the delicious scent of hot leather. She rubbed her cheek against the soft fabric before sliding her tongue across the base of his cock, enjoying the feel of his shaft on her tongue.

He murmured his encouragement and stroked her hair.

“Very good, honey. You’ve got a talented little tongue there. Now take me into your mouth.”

He held the head to her lips. For a moment she resisted, glaring up at the woodsman, but the warning in his stare made her pussy clench. “Don’t disobey me, little girl. Suck my cock.”

The warning and command made her ass burn with the potential of more “punishment”. He tapped the head of his cock to her lips and she opened, lapping at the pre-come beading there. He gripped the back of her head, not letting her move as he slid forward.

She moaned as he pushed his cock into her mouth. The motion was very clear—he was fucking her mouth,
he
was in control.

“Suck me as I pull out.”

As if she were made to follow his commands, she did as instructed.

“Good. Harder. You won’t hurt me.” He carded her hair, digging his fingers into the long strands and pulling just a little too much. She whimpered as he dragged her head back, not far enough to pull her off his cock but enough that he could tip her head back and look into her eyes.

She blinked and stared back.

“Baby, you look good with my cock in your mouth.” He released the tight grip on her hair and caressed her softly, almost petting her. She shivered at the touch, wanting to move in to it. “That’s it, honey.” The encouragement filled her chest and she sucked his cock, wanting to please him.

Malicia lost herself in the solid, intoxicating cock fucking her mouth, slow strokes that tapped the back of her throat. She tried to relax, tried to take more, wanting him to spill. Sucking strong as he pulled back, she savored the groan that broke from his chest. His pleasure became hers and she wanted,
needed
him to come in her mouth.