swallowed.
“Oh shit!”
There were those damned fingers in his hair again. Moran wrapped the strands a couple of lengths around his hands. Damn. Hurts. Like his head was in a vise. Moran began to pump his hips frantically. “Oh shit, yes, suck it. Suck it!”
Killian pulled against Moran’s hands. No go. He didn’t like this much. He couldn’t move his head at all, the hair pulling hurt more than he enjoyed, and the cock was being forced so hard into his throat, it was cutting off some of his air. Okay, Moran was carried away, but this was too much. He didn’t want to offend the guy. Hell, couldn’t blame a witch for enjoying a blowjob. Moran didn’t know what he was doing. Killian stopped sucking and pulled at his head. Had to make Moran aware of what was happening.
“Suck it, witch. Suck it!”
I’m glad he’s into this, but it hurts. He tried to pull back again. Damn! Moran pulled his hair harder. Okay, maybe if he just got Moran off, the witch would come to his senses. Time for his best vacuum-cleaner imitation. He sucked till his cheeks caved in.
“Yes, yes!”
Good. Moran would come soon, and that would end this phase of the evening. He just kept sucking while the damned witch shoved his cock as far as it would reach into his throat. Moran meant well, but a good thing he didn’t have a big cock.
One of Moran’s hands unwrapped from Killian’s hair. Thank the Powers! But the other hand still held him tight. Killian felt Moran lean back. Killian’s mouth was still full of cock, and his nose was squashed against Moran’s crotch. The dark pubic hair tickled. He raised his eyes and could just see Moran’s upper body as he leaned back. Hell, no! Moran had a thin rod in his hand. He raised it high above his head. He couldn’t mean to—he knew Killian didn’t want it.
Damn, Killian’s back was bare. And bowed. That cane would hurt like bloody hell on his naked skin. Had to move his head. Wanted to get out. He didn’t want to hurt Moran.
He tried to scream no. “Nuaaawwww.” Did that sound like protest? It had to.
Moran looked straight into Killian’s eyes. “Sorry, Witch Master. Gotta do it. Can’t come without it.”
So that was it. Moran couldn’t come without the BDSM. Had to be frustrating. Killian could try to be understanding. But still…. Wap! Pain! The thin rod snapped hard against Killian’s bare back. Okay, not unbearable. People enjoyed this. Moran must think he’s exciting me too. Killian tried to relax. Moran was the one the spell had chosen. The witch needed this. Killian wanted to give it to him.
Wap! Shit! Hurt so bad. He tried not to struggle. Wanted to help him come. Wap! Couldn’t do it. He pulled against Moran’s hand. Couldn’t get away with just his physical strength. Pain screamed from his head, where the hair felt like it would come out by the roots…. Wap! His back lit up like a three-alarm fire. Hurt. Not fun at all. Didn’t want to use magic. The man was his lover. He couldn’t use magic. It could hurt Moran. Wap! Oh Powers, his back, his back!
“Ahhhhhh!”
Released, Killian’s head snapped back. His hair flew free. Did Moran orgasm? Was that why he’d let go? Killian raised his head. Tears dripped from his eyes, and his back throbbed like an open sore.
He tried to focus. Holy gods. Moran’s naked body lay on the floor, both hands in front of his face. There was blood running down his neck. Had he hit himself…? No. Moran trembled visibly. No wonder. Aloysius sat in the middle of Moran’s bare chest, the cat’s blue eyes so wide they seemed to consume his pitch-black face. His mouth gaped open, and a hiss poured out like a snake’s warning.
“Get this fucking cat off me. Do you hear me?”
Reality. Killian shook his head. He felt like someone had just hosed out his mind. What the hell was he thinking? Had to move. Gods. It hurt. He couldn’t get up from his half-bent position. This was a nightmare, and somebody had just woken him up too fast. Somebody named Aloysius. Slowly, he unfolded. Every inch gained revealed new torture.
What had he done? He’d lost his mind… again. No excuse for him as a witch, much less a Witch Master. He stared at Moran, who was still cringing from Aloysius. “I do not take orders from you, witch, and Aloysius does