Page 46 of Resurrecting the Witch
Prove what? Prove to him I’m a good girl?
I gulped at the insinuation, and although we covered some heavy topics tonight, I refused to not let Operation: Take Patrick’s Dick Finally go unfulfilled.
“And how would I do that?” His pupils dilated more than usual and the warming touch of his skin against mine had me curious. What would happen if his hand inched higher? Would he feel how wet he was making me just with his fingers touching my leg?
“Do you want to do this now?” he asked. Something in his tone had changed from before. It wasn’t as playful; it was serious and commanding.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He abruptly removed his hand from my thigh and made me face him. “I need you to consent, Cliona. I can show you what it means to be a good girl for me, but I need to know you want this. I have told you all my secrets now, that was the only thing holding me back before. If you really want me, want to explore my body like I am aching to with yours, I need you to tell me.”
I considered his words. He wants to exploremybody? He ached forme?
I nodded.
“Use your words, Cliona.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
This fucking dude.
“Yes sir. Please show me what it means to be your good girl.”
“Feck me,” he muttered before lifting my chin to look him straight in his bright-blue eyes. “Good girl for answering me,mo peata.” And I understood more in those few words than I had in any other sexual experience I’d had.
He wanted me to obey. He wanted me to submit.
Could I submit? Could I give him this part of me? I had never let anyone control me in the bedroom before, I liked to take charge. I knew what my body liked and how to take it from a partner.
Something told me Patrick wouldn’t let me take from him in the way I was used to.
He would only give me what I wanted.
No, what I needed. Without me needing to take charge for once.
And that idea thrilled me to no end.
Chapter 14
“I’m going to show you how I like to fuck,mo peata.”
Her eyes went wide at my words, and I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. “I want to give you more pleasure than you have ever experienced. Will you let me give that to you, witchling? You told me you’d be my good girl, but will you let me show you how? Will you let me use your body to bring you pleasure like you’ve never known?”
I had let go of her calf at this point and was crawling over her. Cliona had a wide couch which was good since my body was huge and when combined with her perfect wide hips, we needed the space. I heard her gulp and smelled the arousal drip from her as my cock rubbed against her perfect cunt under our clothes.
“Answer me.” I nearly growled at her. She needed to use her words.
“Yes sir.”
“Good.”
That was twice I had to remind her to speak up. I would always praise Cliona outside of the bedroom, she deserved someone reminding her how beautiful and perfect she was. But when it was just us and our bodies and pleasure were involved? She would have to earn my praise, or she would see the crueler side to me. Even if I thought she’d like to experience that part of me too.
“I smell your need for my cock,mo peata. It smells like you, like the essence of your magick is calling out and begging to be taken. Is that what you want, my sweet witchling?” I was completely covering her body with my bulky form at this point, feeling her breath coming quicker and quicker at my proximity to her.
“Yes sir.”
