The Harlot (Taskill Witches 1)

SEVEN

JESSIE LET OUT A STARTLED CRY, THOROUGHLY delighted that he had captured her.

“You have just made this even more difficult on yourself,” he said, as he pulled her down onto his bed.

She had woken most eager to climb into his bed with him, and decided she would approach the problem in a much more direct manner—naked. The plan was to startle him with her appearance and then slide under the covers with him before he had a chance to gather his faculties. He would be aroused in moments. How could she fail? It had taken some effort to be brave and determined enough to approach him while in such a state. It was rare that she was ever fully undressed, but she mustered the requisite boldness, sure that he wouldn’t be able to resist when she climbed in with him as he awoke.

He’d pounced at her before she had the chance.

Whatever did he mean, she had just made it harder on herself? It didn’t seem that way to her. Her body thrilled at the way he had reached for her. He rolled her onto her back, keeping her there with one hand. Pinned down that way, her body was arched over the hard rack of his thighs. Then she noticed that there was humor in his eyes. Was it a jest at her expense?

The way she was fixed was not what she had in mind. Her breasts jutted out and her intimate parts were on display. She couldn’t change her position or wriggle free.

With one hand on her collarbone, holding her in place, he roved over her body with the other hand, handling her roughly, squeezing and testing her flesh in all her sensitive places. Even though she grew wary because of his comment, his actions practically made her melt, her nipples hardening and her cunny fast growing damp.

“You are so masterful,” she murmured, unable to hold back her response.

“In that case you should have no trouble obeying me.” Sarcasm rang in his voice.

He continued to stroke and knead her breasts until she was gasping with pleasure, and then he stopped.

Jessie’s breathing faltered.

“Get up.”

When she didn’t move, he rolled her over onto her front, pushing her the length of the bed. With her feet scrambling for the floor, she put her hands on the mattress and pushed up, barely managing to straighten up before he was out of the bed and beside her.

“As you are so keen for your instruction this morning, we will have our lesson before I call for breakfast.”

Jessie stared at him, confused. “Whatever do you mean?”

He lifted his eyebrows. “You did not pause to dress, my dear. I can only surmise that you are very keen to be moving forward with your tutoring. Most admirable.”

“I—”

He put one finger to her lips, silencing her. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes.

It made her gulp. She swiped his hand away. “But—”

“No.” He held her by the shoulders.

Then she felt the brush of his upright cock against her belly and her body thrilled. He did want her. Emboldened, she reached down and trailed her fingers along its length as she flashed her eyes at him. “The task you have in mind is not the one you mentioned last night?”

“It is.”

Her hand stilled.

He removed it from his person. “We will begin work now.” The look in his eyes forbade her to disobey. “Then we can ad dress the problems that arise.” He glanced down at her breasts, where her nipples were hard and poking out rudely.

The heat from that single glance made her dizzy. Even so, she was torn between the urge to disobey and the urge to submit. Her physical response was very different. Heat traversed her body. She felt weak, as if her desire was sapping her strength. If she submitted, would he find her agree able and satisfy the lust he so obviously felt, as well? She could only hope so. Clinging to that notion, she nodded, and forced out an agreeable response. “Yes, sire. I will get dressed immediately.”

She went to turn away.

He stopped her with one hand locked around her wrist, tethering her to the spot. “No. We begin now.”

Confusion swamped her. He couldn’t mean it.

She glanced down at his groin, where his cock was long and hard and arched up as far as his belly. “But…we are both naked!”