The Harlot (Taskill Witches 1)

Jessie’s heart thumped wildly in her chest. It was what his enemy might say, but she knew he was doing this as part of the test. And, as an innocent, she would not notice his erection. Or if she did, she would blush and look away. Steadfastly, she looked only at his face.

She noticed how his expression reflected his mood. Restraint echoed in every part of him. Large and powerful, his naked shoulders overshadowed her. The column of his neck was taut, the muscle standing out. His eyes gleamed darkly.

“Stand up,” he instructed.

Jessie did so, her legs trembling under her. She was so weak with arousal that she swayed unsteadily. She kept her eyelids lowered, attempting to hide the emotional state she was in.

He shoved her chair out of the way and stepped behind her. With one hand on her shoulder, he squeezed it. “You are a special girl, Jessie. Do you want to please your new master?”

That question affected her so powerfully that she had to close her eyes. Her lips parted and her head dropped back. Urging herself to respond, she mustered the appropriate words. “Forgive me, but I am not sure of your meaning, sire.”

“You have made me want a kiss from your pretty lips.” He touched her hair, stroking its length.

“Sire.” The one word came out breathlessly.

“You have never had a fellow want to kiss you before?”

“Aye, but I did not let him.”

“Then let me show you the path to pleasure, sweet Jessie.”

She bit her lower lip, longing to turn around and face him, yet knowing it would be harder if she did.

He moved closer still, and she felt the bough of his erection at the small of her back. For a moment, she wondered if it was another test. But she knew he wanted the reward as much as she did, that he had been holding back ever since she had approached his bed.

Struggling to find the right words, she summoned a response. “I am frightened, sire, but I only wish to please my master.”

Silence followed, the tension in the room growing. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her skin.

Eventually, he responded. “Better. Better today, Jessie.”

He kissed her shoulder, and the brush of his mouth on her flesh made her want him even more. Then she felt his hand on her waist.

“Bend over the table,” he said, his voice low and yet undeniably commanding.

Those words thrilled her, but she took her time, indicating that she was unsure about him, with a shiver and a distraught glance over her shoulder. The look in his eyes convinced her he was no longer tutoring her.

This was all about their mutual need.

Immense relief flooded her. She did as he instructed, resting her forearms and her hands on the surface of the table. Her cunny pounded with anticipation and she licked her lips, her mouth turning dry.

Gregor rested his hand between her shoulder blades and eased her completely flat to the table, controlling her still.

“Oh!” Her tender breasts were crushed to its surface, the nipples stinging wildly at the contact.

Then his hands were on her buttocks, stroking them. For a moment she thought he was going to slap her arse, as he had done the day before. She pressed her cheek flat to the table. I shall faint if he does.

What she wanted was what she didn’t get the day before, and this time there was no hiding that he was ready to give it to her. She wriggled in response to that thought, her hips swaying within his grip.

She heard him mutter beneath his breath. But he moved his hands lower, stroking them down the backs of her thighs. Trembling under his touch, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he easily clasped her slim calves in his large hands. He lifted one foot from the floor and rested his hand along its length. The strange exploration made her aware that her intimate parts were on display because of the position he had put her i

n. Her cunny tightened as if to hide her naked state, and when it did, a trickle of moisture slid down her inner thigh. Jessie’s head lifted and she cried out when he licked it from her skin.

Then his thumbs splayed her open, and she felt cold air against her damp, sensitive core.

“Do you think you have earned this?” he whispered.

So that was his game—dashing her back and forth to measure her ability to respond appropriately, whatever the circumstances. Jessie could scarcely believe it, but she gathered her every remaining resource to carry it off.