SPELLS AND SEDUCTION
by Tawny Taylor
Copyright Tawny Taylor 2006
Blurb
Book 3 in the Immortal Secrets.
While answering a Guardian’s plea for help, Second-level Mage, Malcolm Forester, finds himself thrown into battle with a demon. His loss means his soul is at stake. With only one chance to save both himself and the lives of every Guardian on the planet, he must find someone to give him the most precious gift of all. True, selfless love. There’s only one woman who might be willing to pay the price to save his soul. If he can live with the consequences.
Rory Denton’s sex life is in the toilet. All she wants is a little no-strings sex. In the midst of a hasty retreat after a blind date has pulled a no-show, she runs into a man she had thought dead for years. Ex-boyfriend Malcolm Forester is alive? Alive! And more than that, he’s promised to make her darkest, most secret fantasies come true. If she can find the courage to reveal them.
A lot of magic, a little bit of domination and submission, and one unusual ménage a trois pave a bumpy road to bliss. But neither Malcolm nor Rory are completely prepared for the destination that road might take them…
Excerpt
I do want to do something special for you tonight. I want to fulfill your most secret fantasy. I want to thank you for trusting me, letting me back into your life, even if it’s only for a couple of nights. Now,” he said, clapping his hands, “shall we begin?”
There was a loud crack, like a thunderclap, and a split second later she was knocked backward and thick, black smoke obscured Rory’s vision. Her eyes teared. She blinked, tried to lift a hand to wipe away the water streaming from her eyes but she couldn’t. Her hand was bound. She tried the other one. It was tied too.
“Malcolm?” she whispered. She tested her feet. They too were secured. She was flat on her back, spread-eagled and tied, virtually blind. It was exciting, thrilling, to be so powerless.
The sunlight outside the windows dimmed, snuffed out by dark, roiling storm clouds. Inky shadows shifted in the room. The atmosphere added a sense of sexy menace, an energy to the scene. Even as the smoke thinned and lifted, she found she couldn’t see much better than minutes before, when the room had been filled with smoke.
A thick shadow obscured Malcolm’s face, allowing her to make out only the outline of his form. Head. Shoulders. Torso. She had to admit, the darkness made the whole role-playing experience feel so much more…real.
“I know what you need,” he said in a low, rumbling voice that more resembled an animal growling than a human speaking. “You think you crave safety, stability. And maybe you do in everyday life, out there. But once you’re in your bedroom, what you hunger for is danger.” He leaned low, whispered in her ear, “That’s what you want, isn’t it? A dark stranger taking control, dictating your every reaction?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. This was so amazing. A little unsettling but intense and thrilling at the same time. He did know her, knew the darkest secrets of her heart.
“I want to watch you come. To see you lose control. To inhale your scent. To taste your sweet juices.” His words made her shiver. The soft flutter of his breath against her neck and the heated tone of his voice gave birth to a coat of goose bumps all over her upper body. He stepped back and she blinked open her eyes just in time to catch him moving his hands through the air. A heartbeat later, a strange ball of red light hovered over her. It hummed and crackled, sounding like electricity charging to the ground from a fallen power line. It shifted and swirled like a cloud. It was both intimidating and awesome, much like Malcolm himself. “My power is absolute. Are you afraid, Rory?”
“No.”
The ball shifted, changing shape, taking on the form of a dragon the size of a cat. Its wings beat the air and a puff of flame shot from its mouth. It soared up toward the ceiling, then dove straight at Malcolm, long neck extended, claws ready. When it struck the side of his head, it seemed to melt right into him.
His eyes glowed red. “I have the darkest energies in the universe at my command. Does that scare you?”
“No.” Softer, she added, “I know you won’t hurt me.”
He snapped his fingers and the straps binding her ankles disappeared. “Open your legs for me.”
Oh my God, ohmygod, ohmygod. She was burning up. It was as if the strange red glow from his eyes was throwing heat rays right to her pussy. She was going to come. Just like that. Without him even touching her.
Breathless, she slid her legs apart, leaving her knees straight, and clenched the inner walls of her vagina, trying to fight the urge to come.
“Wider,” he demanded. “Bend your knees. Show me your pussy or I’ll have to make you do it.”
She whimpered, not because she was scared, but because she wanted to come so badly her whole body ached, right down to the soles of her feet. She lifted her knees and drew them back.
“Yes. That’s it. Oh yes.” He snapped his fingers, and once more, her legs were secured, this time by straps around her thighs, spreading them wide. A metal bar of some kind held them apart. “What a beautiful sight.” The glow from his eyes faded. She heard the soft zip as he unfastened his fly but couldn’t see him. The room was pitch black now. She let her eyelids fall closed again. “I want to fuck you so bad. You make me so hard.”
“I want you to,” she whispered. “Yes. Oh, yes.” She felt something teasing her labia. Soft fluttering touches. Her stomach clenched. She tipped her hips up in a silent invitation. She wanted Malcolm inside. Now.
“Not yet. You’re not even close to ready.”
Oh God. She closed her fingers around the straps binding her wrists to the headboard and squeezed. Not ready? How more ready could she be? She could feel the slick wetness between her legs, running down, between her ass cheeks, readying her for his cock. She’d never been so wet.
Malcolm kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. He traced a circle around her nipple then pinched it until she was tossing her head from side to side begging for him to take her. Every part of her hummed with pent-up energy. Her arms and legs trembled.
Her insides twisted into painful knots.
“Show me how to touch you. Show me.”
Her hands were instantly free of the straps, but Malcolm’s large hands circled her wrists, pulling them down until her fingers rested on the swollen flesh between her legs. He released her. A split second later, he pushed something into one hand. A large dildo.
“Have you ever masturbated in front of a man?”
“No.”