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To anyone else, he seemed absorbed in thoughts of where he should go for his evening meal or something else a normal, single man of five-and-twenty would think about. But to me, only dark, evil things ran through his mind. I saw the way his eyes lit up when a young woman passed, it was the same way he looked at me while I laid on his bed. Many times I've thought of running, fleeing from his twisted mind, yet I find myself curled against his chest the next morning. He had some sort of power over me. Yes he did have the fact that I'm gifted, but I meant something besides that. Something about his eyes put me under a spell, I couldn't deny him anything as long as those eyes were upon me. He crawled up beside me on his bed, brushed my long black hair from my face, looked deeply into my eyes with orange sunbursts fading to a vibrant gold and I was under his spell for the rest of the night. Unable to think for myself I blindly obeyed his every request.
He usually kept his rose blond hair in an elegant ponytail gliding halfway down his back, but he allowed me to untie it that day during "Pillow Play" as he called it. It made me feel special because no one else had ever seen him with his hair down. When his hair fell free of the ribbon he tied it up with, he wasted no time getting on top of me and gently set his lips to mine. My knees drew up, wrapping themselves around his waist and he raised an eyebrow at me. That look always made me blush and he chuckled, kissing me a little deeper. His hips dipped towards mine as his growing arousal brushed against my bare thigh. The feeling made me shiver as it got closer to my womanhood. When he took notice of the goose prickles the sensation gave me he slid a hand between my legs and teased me until I moaned, which wasn't long. His length followed soon after, sheathing itself completely inside of me and stirring another, louder moan in my throat. My pale blue eyes closed as my hands roamed over surprisingly soft skin, my nails scratching as he thrusted back inside me.
My nails urged him to keep going. A deep, purring sound rumbled from his throat, a sound I knew very well that somehow heightened my sensitivity. He pulled out suddenly, leaning close to my ear. "I want you to ride me." He whispered before rolling onto his back. In my mind I screamed that what we were doing was wrong, that I didn't want to do it anymore, yet as hard as I tried to stop, my body wouldn't obey. My mouth wouldn't speak my thoughts as I climbed on top of him like he wanted.
"What a good girl," He said once I'd mounted him. "But please, smile. You look so upset when you should look pleased." I didn't look back at him but I could feel his eyes studying me, taking in every curve and detail of my body. 'How can I when I'm doing something that I know is wrong?' I thought as my hips began to move in a small rhythmic circle with my hands placed on his firm chest. He sighed, placing a hand over mine. "What a good girl." He repeated, the low purr echoing behind his words. I raised my eyes to his face. His eye were closed in pleasure as his rosy hair fanned out behind him. Firelight flickered and danced over his skin, giving him an entrancing glow that made me shiver. Lifting myself off of him, I scooted back to take him into my mouth. He watched me now, startled by my sudden dismount. My eyes closed as I licked the underside of his manhood, earning a guttural rumble from the back of his throat. Another sigh escaped him when my lips closed around his arousal. Slowly moving back and forth, I caressed his c**k with my tongue and gradually increased my speed.
A soft grunt was the only warning I got when he came. I swallowed it and immediately hated myself for it. He ran gentle fingers through my hair as he sat up, wrapping the other arm around my waist.
"I didn't tell you to do that." He smiles, kissing my cheek. I wound my arms around his neck and buried my nose in his rose blond hair. It smelled like spiced apple rum. "You couldn't possibly have finished." He murmured against my hair, petting my head. The hand around my waist crept lower, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the flesh it brushed. Slowly, it made it's way to my womanhood, exploring the wetness it found there.