Good. Whimper, wretch.
How many times had I whimpered after she’d touched me, slid her hands into my pants to taunt me? And the next morning I was swollen, and nothing would satisfy the ache.
I caught the hair atop her head and yanked it back, so her head tipped up to look at me. “Tell me how good I feel.”
She shook her head. Nose wrinkling.
“Ker-dan.”
Her thighs hit the table in the sudden tightening in her. She rubbed her aching n*****s along the table.
“Uhhhh.” She moaned.
“It’s dreadful, isn’t it? It’s how you left me night after night. Proportionate to my suffering. That’s how I executed the spell. It’s delicious to watch you suffering. Now. Spit. On. My cock.”
She sobbed. Reluctantly spitting on the tip.
“Good girl. Keep your head up now. Look at me.” I caught under her armp
