I smirked at myself in the mirror. The look on Callan’s face when I had started dancing was better than anything I could have hoped for. He had actually gaped at me. Serious, open-mouthed, gaping. I chuckled to myself before moving away from the mirror and towards the dress that I had arrived in. Cocking my head, I glanced between it and the black and gold one I was still wearing, considering whether or not I could be bothered to change back before we left.
Before I could make a decision, the door was flung open. I whirled towards it to find Callan prowling across the threshold. His brown eyes were so dark that they almost looked black.
It made a thrill ripple through my body, but I only asked, “How did the blackmailing go?”
“Fine.” Even his voice was rough.
He closed the door with more force than was necessary, making the various jewelry and garments that hung on hooks on the walls tremble. The Black Rose’s regular dancers had their own private dressing rooms, but this was one of the rooms that visiting performers could use. And because of that, it was full of props of all kinds. Necklaces and headdresses and shawls made of feathers hung in a jumble from the hooks, while hats and thin staffs and some piles of clothes rested on the wooden table in the middle of the room.
While toying with the gold-shimmering shawl I was still holding, I turned my back on Callan and spun towards the clothing rack where I had hung my other dress. “Good.”
My skin prickled with excitement as a soft click sounded, informing me that Callan had just locked the door. I tried, and failed, to suppress a smug grin as his footsteps sounded behind me, coming closer.
“I didn’t know you could dance like that.” His voice rumbled from his chest, vibrating through my bones.
I turned back around to face him and flashed him a wicked smile while raising my eyebrows. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, pretty boy.”
“Fucking hell, Audrey…” Shaking his head, he continued advancing on me until he was standing so close that I could practically feel the heat radiating from his skin. “You couldn’t have given me a heads-up?”
Tipping my head back, I smirked up at him. “Why would I do that? When I could watch your jaw literally drop instead?”
“Oh you vicious little poisoner, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
He lurched forward, putting his hands on my cheeks and kissing me with such desperate passion that my heart did a couple of absolutely ridiculous backflips.
The clothing rack wobbled as I backed into it, accidentally hitting one of the legs with my heel. Callan threw out a hand and shoved the whole construction aside. The shawl slipped from my fingers.
I grabbed the front of Callan’s shirt and kept his mouth firmly against mine as he backed me the final step to the wall. His hand slid down my ribs to rest on my hip while his lips continued ravaging mine. I pulled him harder against me, needing to feel all of him.
A deep moan tore from his throat as I raked my fingers down his back. Raising one leg, I wrapped it around his hip to keep his body in place. He slid his hands down to my ass and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped both legs around his waist.
His mouth claimed mine with furious need while he turned around and carried me over to the table. I let out an annoyed noise as he set me down on the edge of the table and tore his lips from mine. My chest heaved. So did his. And he was looking at me with a wicked glint in his eyes that I knew meant trouble. It made my toes curl.
Staffs and hats and other props clattered to the floor as Callan swept his arm over the tabletop, clearing it of everything that had been piled on top of it. I licked my lips as he rounded the table to stand between my legs once more.
Lightning danced over my skin as his hands brushed my calves. Callan locked dark eyes on me and held my gaze while he started sliding the flowing skirt of my dress up my legs. I bit my lip just as his hands reached the back of my knees.
His eyes flashed and his grip tightened on my legs. I smirked up at him. He shook his head slowly, promising that there would be sweet revenge for that very calculated tease.
I shifted my weight slightly to get the skirt into a better position as Callan pushed it up over my thighs. His strong hands on my skin made my breathing grow increasingly heavy.
When the black and golden skirt was bunched around my waist, he placed his palm against my chest and slowly pushed me down towards the tabletop. I braced myself on my hands, and then elbows, before I let him move me fully onto my back. The thumb of his other hand caressed the inside of my thigh while I lay down. I drew in a shuddering breath.
Taking his hand from my chest, he slid both of them up my thighs and then curled his fingers around my panties. I lifted my ass off the tabletop as he pulled them down my legs. With my skirt now bunched around my waist, it left my pussy completely exposed to the wicked force mage. My body thrummed with anticipation.
But after Callan had maneuvered my panties past my feet, he remained crouched on the floor before me. His hands hooked around the back of my knees and then spread my legs wider.
I pushed myself up on my elbows to see better right as he drew his tongue along my pussy.
A gasp tore from my throat, and I collapse down onto my back again. Callan lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders before swirling his tongue around my clit.
I let out a needy noise and dug my heels into his back. He drew his tongue along my seam again. Just as he reached my clit once more, he pushed two vibrating fingers inside me.
My back arched up from the tabletop and a shuddering moan spilled from my lips.
Angling his head, he swept his tongue around my clit while he drew his fingers out and then pushed them back in. My legs trembled against his back. The vibrations from his magic pulsed through my pussy in a way that made me want to grind my clit against him. As if he could read my mind, he sucked my clit and then rolled it between his lips while he curled his fingers on the way out of my pussy.
White lights flickered in my brain and a small whine escaped my lips.
Callan pushed his fingers back in, and this time, he also extended his vibrating force magic. I fought the urge to wrap my thighs around his face as he withdrew the vibrating shaft before shoving it deeper again. Pleasure thrummed inside me, trapped like a violent storm.
It kept building as Callan swept his tongue around my clit while starting up the perfect pace with his force shaft. I writhed against the table.
His teeth grazed my clit.
My hands flew down, sliding into his hair and gripping it hard. He chuckled, making his warm breath dance over my sensitive skin. His wicked mouth tortured my clit with teasing strokes of his tongue, pressure with his lips, and a grazing of teeth while his pulsing magic pushed the pleasure inside me to insane levels.
I squeezed my fingers, holding his head steady with a firm grip on his hair. My mind was threatening to shut down, and pleading moans tore from my throat. Callan swirled his tongue around my clit again.
Release crashed over me and flooded my body with crackling pleasure. I gasped up into the ceiling, and my trembling inner walls tightened around his fingers. As I did, I must have loosened my grip on his hair because he shifted his head back, but kept his magic pumping in and out of me, as if he wanted to watch me come hard all over his hand.
I gripped the edge of the table instead as pleasure shot through my limbs.
As the last of it faded out, I blinked up at the wooden ceiling above. My chest heaved and I was having trouble focusing my eyes, so I just lay there on the tabletop while Callan slid his fingers back out and gently lifted my legs off his shoulders.
From the edge of my vision, I could see him rising to his feet between my still spread legs. But he didn’t move closer. Instead, he turned around and walked back to the wall where this mind-shattering event had begun. Confusion flitted through me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still staring up into the ceiling.
I could hear the lethal smile in his voice when he spoke. “I’m gonna show you exactly what I’ve been wanting to do with this shawl since the moment you took it out on stage.”
While I tried to piece my shattered mind together, Callan stopped by the wall briefly before the sound of his footsteps indicated that he was moving back towards the table.
Having finally recovered enough from the intense orgasm, I managed to sit up right as Callan returned. The black and golden shawl that I had used while I danced dangled from his fingers. I raised my eyebrows at him.
His eyes glinted in the warm light from the ornate oil lamp above. Lifting his free hand, he drew soft fingers along my jaw before leaning down to steal a kiss from my lips. I sighed into his mouth as my skin prickled with the pleasure of his touch.
He pulled back, far too soon, and instead shifted his hands down towards my hips. A wicked grin curled his lips. I let out a small yelp as he suddenly yanked me towards him. My feet hit the ground as I slid off the edge of the table and landed on the floor.
With that firm grip on my hips, he spun me around so that I faced the table instead. Then he planted his palm between my shoulder blades and pushed me chest first back onto the table. I tilted my head to the side so that my cheek was resting against the smooth tabletop while Callan rounded the table. On his way past, he reached over and grabbed my wrists. I angled my head up, watching him as he moved my arms so that they were stretched out in front of me.
The soft shawl brushed against my skin as Callan wrapped one end around my wrists before tying my hands together with a tight knot. I raised my eyebrows as he then pulled the other end of the shawl so that it fell down over the edge of the table. He just flashed me a sly smile as he yanked on it, making sure that my hips were snug against the edge on the other side. Then he secured the long piece of fabric to the table leg below him.
“This is what you were imagining while I danced, huh?” I teased.
He ran his fingers along the side of my body, drawing a shiver from me, as he prowled back to his previous position. “This. And other things.”
I pulled against my restraints, testing out the strength of the knot. It didn’t give an inch. With my chest and arms trapped against the table like that, I could no longer see Callan when he stopped in front of my ass. My hips and thighs were pressed firmly against the edge of the table, but I managed to wiggle my ass a little, knowing that it would mess with Callan’s composure.
Sure enough, a strong hand came down on my hip a second later, stopping my movements.
“You wicked creature,” he murmured as he slid my skirt back up my legs.
A shuddering breath escaped my lips as his hands caressed my bare ass before he placed the rolled-up skirt against my lower back. “I’m wicked?”
“Yes. Tempting me like that when I haven’t even gotten my cock out of my pants yet.”
“Says the guy who has tied me up but then just leaves me bent over the table like this without actually taking me.” I wasn’t sure if he could see it from that angle, but I let a smirk spread across my lips and raised my eyebrows in mocking challenge. “Are you going to fuck me already or do I need to take matters into my own hands?”
That last word transformed into a gasp as Callan kicked my legs apart, widening my stance even more. His hands appeared on my hips, angling my ass upwards.
“That’s more like it,” I taunted while a thrill of anticipation coursed through me, making my already soaked pussy throb with need. “But you’re still missing—”
He shoved his cock inside me.
A groan of pleasure rolled off my tongue and I curled my fingers at the feeling of his hard length filling my pussy. After pulling out slightly, he slammed into me again. Another moan escaped my lips.
“You,” he began as he withdrew and then shoved into me once more, “need to learn to have some patience, sweetheart.”
I let out a dark chuckle as he thrust into me hard again. “Patience is for the powerless, darling.”
My body jerked forward as he buried his cock deep inside me.
Callan tightened his grip on my hips as he pulled out and then did the same again, “You’re tied up and bent over a table.”
“And yet, you fucked me exactly when I told you to.”
A midnight laugh drifted through the air. “I fucking love you, my wickedly clever and insanely powerful little poisoner.”
Satisfaction sparkled in my chest as I grinned. “I love you too.” Letting a note full of teasing challenge creep into my voice, I spoke over my shoulder as my body rocked forward from another one of his thrusts. “Now shut up and fuck me hard enough to break this table.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
My hips dug into the edge of the table as Callan picked up the pace, slamming into me with savage strength. I arched my back and rose up higher on my toes to give him better access. He rewarded me by setting a rhythm that was perfect for me.
I squeezed my hands into fists as pleasure built inside me.
Shifting my head, I pressed my forehead against the cool tabletop as Callan’s thick cock filled my pussy. The table rattled as he slammed into me hard again and again.
I started in surprise and pulled against my restraints as a forceful thrust sent the table sliding forward slightly.
Callan growled in annoyance behind me.
Wood ground against wood as he yanked the table back, burying his cock fully inside me again. His hands never returned to my hips, so I assumed that he was holding the table in place instead.
My pussy throbbed with pent-up need as he started up that perfect rhythm again. I sucked in shuddering breaths while my body jerked back and forth with his powerful thrusts. Relief was so close now. Squeezing my eyes shut, I curled my hands into fists as the orgasm drew closer.
A gasp ripped from my lungs as Callan’s cock hit a spot deep inside me, sending me tumbling right over that sweet edge. My legs shook and I yanked against my restraints as my pussy throbbed with pleasure. Callan kept thrusting into my trembling pussy until release exploded through him as well.
His hands wrapped around my hips again and he held my ass in place as he came inside me.
Tilting my head to the side, I rested my cheek against the tabletop while my chest heaved and pleasure ricocheted through my body.
Scheming, blackmailing, and violent fucking.
What a night.
I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life doing shit like this with Callan.
