Page 47 of Resurrecting the Witch
“Yes sir, what?”
She gulped. I had caught her off guard with this side of myself and I loved the sight of her shock and awe at my alpha instincts taking over.
“I want to be fucked.”
“And?”
“Please fuck me, sir. Teach me how you like to fuck.”
Her dirty feckin’ mouth begging me to feck her was more than I could take. My resolve snapped and my mouth was on hers in a brutal claiming. I tried to be soft and sweet, but I had been denying our physical joining for too long. I needed her cunt on my face again, and I needed my tongue deep inside her warm pussy like my lungs needed air.
“Since you asked so sweetly.”
I stood up and watched as she made to move.
“Did I tell you that you could move,mo peata?”
“No, sir,” she answered quickly. She was learning quickly how to submit to me. She was a natural at this, and I’m glad no one else had seen the submissive in her before me.
“Good girl, Cliona.” I brushed my finger under her chin as I praised her willingness to use her words.
I bent over and put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back.
“What—what are you doing?” I lifted her up and she cried in protest. “Patrick, I’m too heavy!”
“Insulting my strength yet again, Cliona,” I tsked and slapped her arse in reprimand and the moan she rewarded me with was music to my ears. She was already in my arms, and I was a few steps away from the couch, heading toward her bedroom. “Do you think me so weak?”
“No, but…” She paused. “In the shop it was just a few steps. I don’t think I’ve been picked up like this before.”
Her admission broke something in my heart. She seemed genuinely shocked I could lift her when she was a small human.
“I don’t know what kind of weak males you were with before, and I don’t care to think of them now. But you are mine to carry wherever I want you, Cliona.” I slapped her arse again for good measure and kicked the door closed behind us so Schmidt couldn’t cock block me; I knew the little bastard would try. “And I will carry you wherever I damn will please. And for questioning my strength, I’m not going to give you my cock just yet.”
“But—”
“Excuse me?” I put her back on her feet, letting her right herself before I smacked her plump, juicy arse for the third time.
“That’s the third time you’ve smacked my ass, Patrick.”
“Yes, it is,mo peata.” I gave her one of my smirks she seemed to hate.
“You can do better than that,sir.” The way she emphasized the sir made my cock twitch, but it was how she placed both hands on the bed and bent over, lifting her arse in the air in those tiny shorts she’d changed in to before we sat down to Buffy that already showed too much that had me holding back a snarl.
“You asked for it,mo peata.”
I pulled her shorts down to expose her big, beautiful arse cheeks that had small dimples in them from how thick they were. It was the best arse I’d ever laid eyes on, and it wasmine.
All mine.
All thoughts of spanking her left my mind as I saw her cheeks begging to be spread open for me. Instead, I laid near the top of her bed so my face angled up in the air. “Climb up here, Cliona.”
“Uh, climb up where?”
“My face. Get up here and put your pretty little cunt over my face so I can feast on it properly.”
“Oh, um, Patrick.” I looked up and saw her bite her lower lip, as if unsure of herself. “I haven’t ever…”
“What is it, Cliona?” I didn’t like this look on her face.
