Hello,hello!WelcometotheworldofClawsandCappuccinos!Thisisasecond-worldsettingwherereal-worldpoliticsdo not affect societal norms Thinkof it as modernbut magical I planonreleasingfurther instalments to this series between largerbooks orwheneverIhavetheurgetowritesomesweet,sweetmonstersmutwithoutthepressureofanin-depthplot. Grabyourselfsomewaterandgetcomfy,thiswillonlytakeanhour
“I’mfine,sorryI’mlate.Granwasthemorningpersonofthetwoofus,”Isaid,notreallyanapologyasmuchasanexcuse. Talia tutted softly, her light eyebrows pulling together with something uncomfortably close to pity “If you need more time ”
Withthescrapeofthekeyinthelockthegoldenyellowdoorswungopen,thepaneofthelargecentredwindowflashingin the early morning sun. Despite the delicious golden light bouncing off the many windows above belonging to the many apartments restingatopofthe tinyspace our coffee shopoccupied the earlyspringair was still chilly Especiallywiththe windhowlingbetweenthebuildingsoneitherside.Weweregreetedbythesoftchimeofthebell,thesmell ofcoffeebeans, andgreenerymeetingusonthestoopinacomfortingembrace.
Iflippedthelightswitch,themulticolouredlampsdottingtheclutteredcafeglowingtolifeinalltheireclecticglory. Itwasn’tthefirsttimeI’dworkedtheopeningshiftat Spoonful of Spells,butknowingGranwouldn’tbejoiningmethis afternoon or ever again did nothingto improve mystormymood The cafe was the familybusiness Well, my business, I supposed,nowthatIwasthelastmemberinthefamilyline.
“Glencalled Looksliketherewasamix-upwiththepastrydeliverythismorning He’sgoingtobealittlelate” “Great,” Igrumbled, grabbingthe massive wateringcanfromits restingplace under the leaves ofa fernoverflowingits handmadepot Withthewaveofmyhandthefaucetbehindthecounter groundtolife,water hittingthebasinofthesinkina steadystream.Anotherwavehadthewaterfillingtheemptywateringcan.
“It’ll be alright, he said he’d be twenty-five minutes And mostofthe regulars come inafter eightanyway” Talia said, replacingthephoneonthehookandpullingonherapron.
Isighedandflickedmyfingers,turningoffthetap.“I’msorry,I’mjust ” “Grieving” Talia supplied solemnly The youngelfhad beenworkingfor us for a few years now Iknew she musthave missedmyGrantoo.
Somehow,itmadethingseasier
Granhadalwaysbeenherewellbeforemeinthemorning,leavingmetogetafewpreciousminutesofextrarestwhileshe preppedfor the earlymorningrush Butnow? Someone needed to receive the bakerydelivery Todustthe jars ofherbs and spellworksupplies.Toprepthedripcoffee
“Talia,doyoumindstartingapot?”
“Rogerthat,Clover.”
ThecafehadbeenmyGran’sonetruelove.She’dfilledittothebrimwithmismatchedtablesandchairsinnaturalwood tones lovinglyselectedatantiquemallsandfleamarkets Bookswerestackedhaphazardlyinanoverfullcupboardonthefar wall,shelvessoheavytheybowedundertheweightofthepages.Largewindowscoveredtheentirefaceoftheshop,ableto be rolled up whenthe weather turned warm providinga walkthroughto the patio and nearlydoublingthe footprint ofthe crampedspace.
Itwas whimsical
Magic. Myadditionwastheplantsdottingeveryavailablesurface standingproudlyinpots,stands,andhangingfromtheexposed woodenbeams ofthe ceilingina cascade ofolives and jades Imoved frompotto pot, touchingthe soil, and wateringas needed.
Plants weren’thard work. All theyneeded was a little water, sunlight, and time. Oh, and theydidn’tmind beingsungto onceinawhileeither Evenifitwasalittleoff-key
The smell of fresh coffee beans became more potent as Talia fired up the grinder, the loud whirring breaking our companionablesilence.
Boss. Come on Clover!No wallowing. No moping.Granwouldwantmetohelpeveryonetothebestofmyabilities. Itightenedmyponytail,thelongcopperystrandsswayingbehindmeintheirblackribbon.
Sure,Iwasn’tthe most talentedwitch ButIcouldtotallydothis,runtheshopbymyself KeepGran’slegacyalive Iloved thiscafe.Ilovedourcustomers.AndIknewtherecipesinsideout.Thiswouldbeapieceoflemonchiffoncake.
“I’llberightback!”Taliacalledwithawave “Weneedmorelids Nicetoseeyou,Eugine!” I nodded, pulling two paper cups. With a glance at our supplies on the back counter, I twisted my head to look back towardsthestoreroomTaliawasdisappearinginside.“Grabsomeextralavendersyruptooplease!” “Yep!”
“WherecanIleavethese?”heasked,hookinghistongueonhiselongatedcanine Glenwas a Werewolf, so for three weeks out of the month, he did the deliveries. The rest of the time was handled by Teddy,theirtinyDwarvenassistantbaker.Irelishedtheseweekswhenhewaswellenoughtovisitourcafe…Ifyoucouldcall aroutinedeliveryofaproductwepaidfora visit
Way to be pathetic, Clover. Get it together would you?
Ihastilyadded steamed milkto the cups alongwithtonic and popped lids onthe drinks before settingtheminto a little recycledcardboardtray.
“Oh,heavens,” Imoaned,sittingthe boxes onthecounter beside the jar Isentupa prayer tothe goddess thatIwas just losingmytouchasIturnedthelabeltowardsme.
I wasn’t losing my touch Thejarwasn’tgroundHestivianclayatall.Itwas powdered vampire venom Usually, an ingredient mix-up like that would mean the potion would fail. Unless the ingredient you replaced was an amplifier.Whichitwas.AlongwithalltheotherthingsI’dtossedintotheircups…I’dgivenEugineabonafidelustpotion.An incrediblypotent lustpotion
I ran a hand down my face, cursing myself for being so careless. If I’d known with of the hundreds of skyscrapers he workedin,Iwould’veranafterhim
PoorEuginewasinforavery, very,interestingday.
One Eugine
IfyouaskedmewhatpossessedEugine I have only looked at a fashion magazine while waiting in line at the drugstore Grillo to take a job as the executive assistantofMaeve Randall, Editor inChiefof Siren Magazine, I’d probablysay somethingstupidlike “ resume building”. OrthatIdesperatelyneededtopaythesky-highrentonmypitifullysmallflaton thewestside.
Ipushed mywaythroughthe revolvingdoors into the impressive lobbyofthe MQ Monster Quarterly tower. Itwas builtonlyafew yearsago,thepublishinggiantmovingtheir previouslyinterspersedofficesunder oneincrediblyfancyroof My office...Well my shared desk was on the 42nd floor. Which housed the entirety of the upper echelon of fashion journalism Atleastthat’swhattheytoldme,Ihardlyever saw morethanthecopyroom,mydesk,andMaeve’simpeccably organisedoffice.
I’dbeenworkingfor Maeve Randall for 157days Thatwas 123days longer thanher previous assistant And115more thantheonebeforethem.Itwasn’thardtoputmyfingeronwhatexactlydroveemployeestodroplikefliesaroundthewoman. Hercoffeewasneverhotenough,callsneveransweredfastenough,anddrycleaningneededtobepickedupontheotherside oftheriver threetimesaweek...Tomost,itwould’vebeenanightmare.Hell,it was abitofanightmare.ButMiss Randall wasn’tallthatbad,notreally.
Sometimes veryrarely she’d smile ina waythat made me thinkthere was more to her thanscreamingat temps and belittlingbeautyeditors.Ascloseasasmileassheevergottoatleast moreofatwitchofherfacialmusclesthattiltedher fulllipsupward
“Thebitchhasameetingateighta.m.sharpandifI’mnottheretwentyminutesearlyshe’s not goingtobehappy.”They pressedthebuttonforourfloorasIshoulderedintotheelevator,tappingastilettoedfootonthecarpet.
Isetthecoffeeandthemagazinesonthewoodentopofthedesk,spreadingthemoutsoshe’dbeabletoseeallthecovers at a glance It looked like the files I’d prepped last night hadn’t been reviewed yet, still resting in perfectly straight piles organisedfrommosttoleasturgent,lefttoright.Ipulledoutthelittlehandvacfromitsplacehiddenintheclosetbesideher bathroom ThemachinehummedtolifewiththetouchofabuttonasIquicklyvacuumedoverherchair,seekingoutanystray furthatmayhavebeenleftbehindthedaybefore
Her blouse was tucked into a tight pencil skirt that showed off her full curves, the bottoms of her stilettos lacquered a matchingshadeofcherryredtohermouth.MissRandall’sdarkhairhadbeenclippedintoanangularbobthatframedthesoft planesofher facesinceI’dseenher last Gonewerethelongwavesshehadsportedfor thelastfew monthsI’dbeeninher employ.Thenewlookwassevere.Intimidating.Thetipsofhertriangularears,positionedonthetopofherheadlikeacat’s the onlyinclinationother thanher tail thatshe was somethinginhuman Asuccubus onher great, great, greatgrandmother’s side,ifthetabloidsweretobebelieved.
IstillhadanervoustickfrommyfirstdaywhenIshowedupwithawrinkleinmybuttondown.Maevewas scary before hercoffee
The tinywoman’s lips twistedindisgustas she brushedpastmydesk,hardlysparingme a glance.“Your tie is crooked, Eugine”
“S-s-sorry, ma’am!” Imade a valianteffortto rightitas bestas Icould, lookingatthe offendinggarmentupside down. Beforethisjob,I’donlywornatieonce toawedding when I was ten
MissRandallmadeanexasperatednoiseandcrossedthesmoothtiletowardsme,thesoundofherheelsagainstthemarble theonlywarningIhadbeforewewerepracticallynosetonose.Imetherkohl-rimmedeyes,narrowedwithirritation. She reached outa finelymanicured hand and slapped myfingers awaybefore rightingthe tie herself, tighteningitto the pointofcuttingoffmyairflow.
What in the world was she thinking? I’d watched her dismiss more staff in a week than my entire professional life before working here. Why keep me around?
Myarcheswerealreadykillingmefromtheneedle-thinstilettosthatI’dmanagedtostrutintotheofficewearing It wasamiracleIdidn’tfall flatonmyface,butyearsofpracticehadtrainedthewobbleoutofmyankles,evenifmy toesandheelswouldbebleedingwhenIfinallymanagedtolimphomeattheendoftheday.
Inreality,Iwasonlythirty-eight.Butintheeyesofthebeautyworldwhereyoungwas always ontrend Imightaswell haveretired Or died
So,stupid,pinchyshoesitwas.Andabrathatwasasuncomfortableasitwasfashionable.Eventhough no one wasgoing toseeit NotsincemyboyfriendandIbrokeup Again
Isweartogod,IwentthroughmenfasterthanHarpy Health wentthroughfaddiets.Itwasjust…Alotofpressure.Myjob wasn’tallparties,models,andfabulousclothes.Itwasafucktonofhardwork,boringmeetingsandincompetentstaffthatwere delusional enoughtothinkthattheycoulddomyjob.Andmen? Menhated all ofthat.The late nights.Gorgeous colleagues. BeingMr.MaeveRandall.Itwastoomuchforthem.
Henry abusinessstrategistataninvestmentfirmandavidbirdwatcher might’vebeenthebestboyfriendI’deverhad. Hewasthoughtful,generous,andpunctualwhichIsimplyadoredaboutthemiddle-agedharpy
Fine, whatever, I’d just be a spinster forever. I’d alreadymissed the years whenhavingkids was onthe table anyway. Menopauseandallitsglorystaredatmelikethebarrelofahandgun.
Itwasallbullshit IwasmeanbecauseeverythingfromthecarIdrovetotheshoesIworewasfuckinguncomfortable Pushingaway that depressingreality, I flipped throughthe first stackof documents waitingfor me. Fashionweekwas comingquicklyand Iwas up to myeyeballs instress Fashionshows, parties, luncheons and schmoozefestmeetings had my social calendar packed to bursting already and that was before I tried to factor in the little things like eating and sleep. Everythingwas sucha fuckinghassle It made me so angryI just wanted to explode, quit this shit show and retreat to my brownstonewhereI’dspendtherestofmydaysinsweatpants.ButIwasa public figure,notevenwalkingoutofSirenwould changethat.
At least my latte is hot, ImusedasIliftedthecuptomylipsandtookalongdrink,smudgingtheplasticlidwithathick layerofredlipstick Ahumofappreciationdamnclosetoapurrescapedmychest Euginehadlastedthelongestofanyofmyassistantsin…awhile.He’dprovedtobethemostcompetentpersonI’dever hired, not that I’d ever tell him Or admit he’d managed to get mycoffee right fromthe fourthtime I’d corrected him he flushedtooprettilyatmydisapproval.Maybeitwasevil,butIcouldn’tsayIhatedtheattentionmyyoungassistantgaveme. The wayhis eyes lingered a little too longwhenI wore the hot pinkChristiana Velluchi Spring2024 collectiondress that
Fashion Icon Maeve Randall Under Fire For HR Violation! Eitherway,Euginewasthebestassistantintheoffice andhewasonlya junior Hehadn’tevenbeenassignedhisown desk,insteadsharingitwiththenighttimefileclerk.
Ipursed mylips, glancingup fromthe mockup Ihad beenpretendingto read. “Diane, have Iever missed one ofFang’s events?”
“No,MissRandall.”Theircheekspinkedslightly,theendofthedeer-likeearsdroopingtowardsthefloor. Ireturnedmygazetothepagesinfrontofmedismissively Askanirritatingquestion;getanirritatedanswer Aheadachewasalreadybeginningtobrewbehindmyeyes,astabbingpainjustbeyondthesockets.Inthehopesthatitwas justcaffeine withdrawal and notanother ofmymigraines, Itookanother longdrinkfrommyscorchinglatte and flipped the page.
Itwasanhour later,theemptypaper cuppromptlythrowninthetrashafter animpressivelydull meetingwiththebeauty department honestly, was itso difficultto come up withsomethingmore excitingthancoral for summer? thatIrealised I wassweating.
Somethingwas wrong,Irealisedas myhands reacheduptomassage the heavymounds oftheir ownvolition,drawinga softwhimperfrommythroat Ilookedatmyflushedreflectioninthewindowpanes,mylipspartedonaneedypant
Somethingwasreally, really wrong.
I adjusted inmychair, pressingmydamp thighs together ina futile attempt at sweet, friction-drivenrelief The urge to snakemyhandintomyskirtwasa demand.
Ineeded togetthe fuckoutofhere, immediately. Ijustneeded to signthe contractfor our lead makeup sponsor and I’d leave.Takeapersonalday.Whatevernormalpeopledidwhentheytotallylosttheirmindsandconsideredfuckingtheirdesks.
The panicked static wavered like tuninga radio and finallyfindingthe rightstation, everythingall atonce was clear. I wasn’tgoingoutofmymind,I’dbeenspelt Withafuckinglustpotion.
“Alustspellisabitdesperate,don’tyouthink,Eugine?Ifyouwantedtofuckme,youshould’vejustsaidso” Gods, do you hear yourself right now, Maeve? You sound like the opening scene of a fucking porno. Get a grip! Paper crinkled under Eugine’s loafered foot as he made to step closer, panic rocketingthroughhis expression. “No, no way!I’dnever!Youhavetobelieve ”Realisationseemedtodawnonthemantis’face,ahandtrailingdownhischesttohis belt,awheezeofneedescapinghim.“Ohno…”
Ilikedthat.Itwassoraretofindamanaseager to pleaseashewaseagerto be pleased. ButsomethingtoldmeEuginewasnothinglikethemenIusuallyallowedintomybed.
And notonlybecause despite his obvious interestand need there was no telltale tentinginthe frontofhis trousers Did mantis’evenhavecocks?Iwondered thoughthethoughtwasinterruptedasanothergustofairchilledthesweatstickingmy blousetomybackandurgedmeforward,roundingmydesktositbackinmychair
His fingers were surprisingly warmas they pushed up the hemof my skirt to get a view of the scrap of lace I called underwear.NotwhatIexpectedgivenhewasmorebugthananythingelse,butpleasantnonetheless.
“Maeve,”hemurmuredthenameinacaress,“Iwashiredtomanageyourneeds, whatever they may be. ” “Youinternsarealwaysso eager.Can’tmanageacoffeeorderandthinkyouhaveanyhopeinhellofpleasingme?Think I’lljustgiveitupthateasy?”
“Aren’t you going to call for Diane, Maeve?” he asked, his hand gliding along the soft material until he reached the elasticizedband,snappingitlightlyagainstmyinnerthigh
My knees trembled faintly as I reached for the intercomsystem, pressing the button down. Eugine began to repeat the motionontheotherside,kissingandnippingalongmycalf
Eugine slid the thin gusset of my panties to the side while I tried to look busy on my computer, clicking through my overflowingemailinboxabsentlywhileDianeflittedabouttheroomcollectingpages
Iwasnearlylostenoughtotheeffectsofthepotiontofollowthroughwiththeinsanethoughtwhenmyemaildinged. Thomas.Again Asking for the gods damned Cover Ghoul contract
Thecooldoorknobofthecrampedcopyroomwasgrounding,bringingmebackfromtheringinginmyearstothepresent Getthe contract. Bringitbackto Maeve. Go home to tryand erase the memoryofher choked whimpers fromthe place they’dbeenburnedintomymemory
For acopyroom,itwasmoreofastoragecloset,hardlymorethanfivebyseventhankstothefilingcabinetsthatringed three-fourthsofthewalls Faxmachines gods,whoevenusedthoseanymore alargemultifunctionalcopymachine,scanner and whatever the fuckelse all the buttons and knobs did onthe hideous machine thatIbarelyknew how to use. Mail boxes overflowingwithfliers,samples,andmemos.Stacksofofficesuppliesanddustymockupsthatreallyshould’vebeenrecycled afewseasonsagobutnoonedaredtouchlestMaevedecideshesuddenlyneededthem
Okay, Eugine Ithought,takingadeepbreaththroughmymouthandpracticallydroolingatthetasteofMaevelingeringon mytongue.Mylegstrembled,asoftchirpemittingfromthethinfibresliningmythighs. Find the file.
Itwasdizzying,thefeelingcoursingthroughmybodyandmakingitwarm.Likehappinessonsteroids.ButIknewwhatthis was.
Lust beyond all comparison.
Needy Pathetic Begging Want
Iusedmykeytoopenthemetal cabinetatmywaist,bendingtoflickthroughthelabelledfilesfor thecopyoftheCover GhoulcontractthatI’dmeticulouslystoredaway, just in case
Find the file.
Bring the file to Maeve
Take half of a personal day
Fuck my hand until my cock was completely raw while numbing my brain with porn that absolutely didnot feature cat girls
Okay, it was totally going to have cat girls.
Tomake iteasier toseparate a couple ofstiffpages Ilickedmyfingers,myknees nearlybucklingunder myweightas a freshburstofarousalhitmytongueandnose.
This is so fucked up,alittlevoiceinthebackofmyheadwhispered You’re going to get caught
Butinstead ofmakingme frightened, the thoughtonlyspurred me forward. Addinga layer oftaboo as mytongue slowly pressedintothepadofmythumb,seekingmoreofMaeve
Animageformedinmymindasmyeyelidsslidshut. My boss,satatopherdeskwithmyheadburiedbetweenherthighs, mytonguestrokingalongthelengthofher soppingcunt.Thesmell ofher juices lingeringinmynoseandclingingtothesoft
Mymouthclosed around myfingers atthe same time myhand circled mycock, strokingslowlyas the fantasymorphed, Maeve’sdarkeyesonmeasshedemandedthatIfuckher.ThatIpumpherfullofmycumandleaveitleakingfromhertight, desperatepussyfortherestoftheday,herdamppantiesareminderoftheworkI’dputin Ofthe devotion I’dshownher.
Inmymind,hernipplesstrainedlewdlyagainsthertightbutton-downshirt,thecrispfabricrubbingagainstthetightpeaks, visible throughthe thinmaterial Her full lips parted onmyname as Islid mycockinto the warm, welcomingsheathofher body. Her slickcentre offered no resistance as Igripped her full hips, usingthemas leverage to pound into her withevery franticsnapofmyhips mirroredbythewayIfuckedmyfist,givingupontryingtobesubtle
MykneeshookunderthedeskimpatientlyasIclickedthroughemails,waitingforEuginetoreturnwiththefileI’d requested. It would’ve been so easy to beg him to fuck me on this stupid overly polished desk and after the performance he’d given with his mouth, he’d more than earned it but I was dedicated to maintaining some crumb of professionalism
Oh,whothefuckwasIkidding?Thesecondthatfoolish,meek, incredibly talented with his fingers,mantisreturnedIwas goingtosuggestweshareacarhome
HRcouldgofuckthemselves.
Butasthesecondstick,tick,tickedby,mypatience andmyoffer,slippedaway What the fuck was he doing? It shouldn’t take so damn long to get a single document from down the hall.
“I’mso ”Hestarted,butwhateverthemantis was I’dneverfindoutashesquawked. “Areyounearly ”
MyvoicecutoffabruptlyaswhatIwasseeingfinallyclickedintoplace,myeyesslidingdownhislithebody Themetallic noise I’d thoughtwas Eugine shiftingthroughfiles had stoppedmyview full ofhis openbeltand trousers.His thick, ridged cocktwitched intandemwithhis spindlyantenna, mouthopeninhorror as he tried to pryhis tie awayfromwhere it was suffocatinghim.
“I-I-Iswearthisisn’twhatitlookslike ”hechoked,unsuccessfulinlooseninghistie. “Itisn’t?”Iasked,meetinghis panickedeyes evenly,thesmilesettlingontomyfeatures as hungryas the poundinginmy centreasIdrewnearer,mytailsnappingouttoholdthedrawershut.
“No!”hewhimpered,managingtoloosenhistieenoughtobreathebutnotnearlyenoughtofreehimselffromthecabinet, bent at an awkward angle as he met my eyes. Whatever he saw there, made himchirp softly, his throat bobbing with his swallow
“Because what it looks like, is that you’re so pathetic you couldn’t admit to my face that you wanted to fuck me,” I murmured,tuckingmymanicuredfingersunderhischintoturnhisfaceuptomine.“How pitiful. ” “M-MissRandall,I ”hewhined,thechirpinggrowinglouder “DoyoulikeitwhenI degrade you,Eugine?”Iaskedevenly,irritationlappingatmymindthathewasseekinghisrelease withoutme
The mantis licked his lips nervously, pressingthemtightlytogether as if he could stop his reply. But I had him exactly whereIwantedhimnow Icouldbepatient
MystockingedkneesmetthecoolfloorbeforeIconsciouslythoughttokneel,takingthemantis’baredcockintomyhandfor afirmstrokethatmadehiskneesquiver.Myjuniorassistantjerkedforward,splutteringandcoughingashistrappedtiechoked him
Good Hewaslearning Hewouldn’tbesoquicktotouchmewithoutpermissionagain “Beg,” I crooned, looking up at himthrough my lashes as I mouthed along the side of his shaft. “I want to hear how desperatelyyouneedme”
The memoryteased a smile to myface. Eugine inhis wrinklysuitexplainingthathe wanted to be a music reviewer but couldn’tgethisfootinthedoorofany publication,muchlessThrowingStone Ishould’ve tossed himoutrightthere. No fashionsense, no real interestinit. Butafter disappointingfashiongirlyafter disappointingwannabemodelIneededafreshperspective.
“Fashion week, four years ago.” he ground out, losing the war with his self-restraint as his fingers slid into my hair, tanglingand tuggingina desperate bid to draw mylips closer to his bobbingcock. “I was doinga piece for mygraduate program”
It wasn’t long before Eugine shuddered with the effort of stopping his orgasm, every muscle in his body tense as he squeezedhiseyesshut,breathinghard “Fuck,fuck,fuck ”
I released himwitha loud pop, lipstickand saliva leavinga trail inmywake. Mytail finallyreleased its hold onthe cabinet,freeingEuginefromhishalf-bentpositionwithagasp “Golockthedoor.”
Five Eugine
Ipeeled myself away fromMaeve. Fromthe bead of sweat rolling fromher temple to trail down her neck until it was obscenelyskatingbetweenher breasts Disappearingintotheunbuttonedcollar ofher crispwhiteblouseleavingmewith thesudden,grippingurgeto lick.Totastethesaltofher,thesyntheticmuskandfloralsofherperfume.
Mycockwas so hard it was nearlypainful, pre-cumleakingfromthe spit glossytip to drip onto the floor ina puddle MaeveseemedtonoticeatthesametimeIdid,hereyesnarrowing.
Butit was surprisethosedesiresflowedeasilytomyboss.Helpedalongbythelustpotionandmyhumiliatingobsession withher.
EversinceI’dseenhergetoutofthattowncar,hersunglassesperchedperfectlyonthebridgeofherslendernose,plush lips partedona sneer thatslippedmechanicallyintoa camera readysmile atthe firstflash Iknew she was exactlywhatI waslookingfor
“You’ve made a mess,” she murmured, her delicately manicured hands working through the buttons of her blouse effortlesslytorevealthesumptuousshapeofherbreasts
Itwasagivenshe’dbedemanding,hardtoplease.Butherdemeaningaura,pairedwithhertalentforprovidingpleasure? Kneelingonthehardfloor,thecooltileasinglepointofreliefformyfeverishbody,herdisdainfulfrown…Itwas heaven. Ibentmyhead, loweringmyselfslowlytowards the filthytile until mycheekmetitwitha hard thwack, Maeve’s heel restingontheothersideofmyface.
That was the game HowfarIcouldpushhimbeforehebrokeformeentirely.Beforehetookwhathewanted. Iknewsomewhereinthere,underhismildmannersandsupposedpiningwasthemonsterIsawontheoutside. And I was determined to find it.
Like a rubber band snapping, he jerked into motion. Sliding home inside me and forcing my walls to stretch to accommodatehissize.Anunfamiliarsensation,thankstothedeepridgesalonghisshafthuggingeverycreviceofmycunt.His handsgrippedmythighshardenoughthathisfingerprintsweresuretobeembeddedintomyskinfordaysafterwe’dfinished. I loved it
Beingmarked, branded.
Leftwithmemoriesofourtimetogether Igrippedhis shoulders,little more thanalongfor the ride while Eugine fuckedme like Iwas the onlythingkeepinghim tetheredtoEarth.IfhewasridingthehighofthispotionasdeeplyasIwas,whereeverykiss everycaress athousandlittle pricklesofpleasureexplodinglikepoprocksalongmyskin,Iprobablywas
“Fuck,”Euginegroundout,hisvoicehighandthin.“Youfeel so good. ” Iclenched myteethagainsta moan, refusingto give himthe satisfactionas he adjusted mylegs, his palms onmyinner thighsspreadingmeopenlewdlytohisgaze.
Hesteppedback,grabbingmywaistandpullingmetomyfeet,makingmestumblealittleinmyheels.I’dbarelyrecovered whenhe changed his grip, his longfingers digginginto myround hips and forcingme to turn Eugine bore downagainstmy back,pushingmeforwarduntilmychestmetthewarmedglasstopofthecopier.
Thecopierdugintomysoftbelly,itwhirringbacktolifeasEugine’shardthrustspushedmeagainstthecontrolpanel His hand snapped forward, coilingaround the backofmyneckand forcingme face downonto the copier as he rocked his hips againstmyass,poundingintomesohardthemachinerattled.
His slickforehead met the backofmyfeverishshoulder, low chirps turninginto guttural, clickinggroans as his fingers foundmyclit,rubbingquicklyandwithoutfinesse.
Notthathe neededto,the mixofsensations,alongwiththe horrifyingnotionwe were likelytobe caughtthe longer this wenton,threwmeheadlongintomysecondorgasm.Imuffledmylowmoansinthecrookofmyarm,thepressureofEugine’s handkeepingmefacedownashechasedhisownrelease.
Itwas like a fogbeinglifted, the hazyfestering want the potionproduced releasingits claws fromwhere they’d buried themselvesdeepwithinmychest Idraggedinabreath,claritysettlingin
After I’d dressed I snapped up one of the printed pages fromthe tray still warm offering it to Eugine between my fingers.Hetookit,glancingdownattheblackandwhiteimageofmybreastspressedagainsttheglass,hischeeksdarkening. Hisswallowwasaudible.
“Asouvenir,fortheroad,”Iteased,offeringhimasmilewithmytailswishingbehindmeplayfully. Heleanedinslowly,eyessearchingminebeforepressingasweetkisstomylips.“I’llseeyouMonday?” “How abouttomorrow morning?”Iasked,myarmsnakingaroundthebackofhisneckandpullinghimcloser “I’ll make coffee.”
