The Sorceress… Atlanta Downtown High Rise Condo

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“You used it all?”

“Yes, a little on the kid and then the rest on this big guy.”

“What do you mean you used the rest of the potion on a man? I gave you more than enough for the little werewolf and Zia with plenty to spare. What part of my orders didn’t you understand? You’re pathetic.”

She couldn’t believe how badly he had fucked up. “Who in the hell told you to use my property on some random guy? Now, there’s someone out there running around or most likely dead that I can’t track or collect. Not only have you cost me money I can’t get back from that stray you’ve unleashed onto the streets, but opened me up to possible scrutiny. What if the police get him? Worse yet, what if he dies, has an autopsy, and gets traced back to me? With your sloppiness, that notion isn’t so far-fetched. I knew you couldn’t handle this project.”

The man hung his head as he listened. When she paused to take a breath, he dared mumble a response. She didn’t want to hear any of his shit.

“That won’t happen. If you’d let me finish, I would be able to tell you that he’s not right. I don’t think he’s all the way human. I had to use it all to stop him.”

Night rays of a diminished moon cast long shadows into the corner of the master suite. The man sat before her completely nude, except the binds around his wrists. That was her demand of humility for him daring to come to her at such a late hour empty-handed.

The Sorceress willed herself to gain control. She ran her hand down the sheer fabric of the silk kimono robe that covered her nakedness. “How dare you speak to me like that? Fix it, and fix it fast.” She leaned in and placed her foot on the stool between his legs. His eyes followed her movement as her big toe of her bare foot grazed the side of his bobbing penis.

His intake of pleasure-infused air was what she desired and expected. She waited, denying him anything more until he submitted.

“Yes, Sorceress, my apologies.”

“Say it.”

“I am unworthy of your presence.”

“Of course you aren’t, but try again.”

“You’re correct. I fucked up.”

“And?” she coaxed.

“Permission to speak, my Mistress?”

“More like it. Request granted. Proceed.”

“Yes, Sorceress, as I said, he was with Zia. The bastard was able to fight and kill those things you have me working with too. He jumped higher than any normal human I’ve seen. And, there were two others with him fighting. They worked together to keep Zia away from any opportunity to grab. Between the three of them, they almost completely wiped out that place.”

She took a moment to process what he said. A look at him stripped of all his finery gave her a handle to grasp some relief. His skin pressed against the plush decor of the jewel-toned expensive furnishings. Relief washed away doubt. She wasn’t out of control of this situation.

Nothing to be done but collect the facts, learn from them, and move forward. She would succeed. There was no room for anything but success.

“And, you left him there for them to retrieve?”

“Yes, what else was I supposed to do? I didn’t have anyone to help me. The guy was solid like he had to weigh at least four hundred pounds. Sorceress, my love—“

“Uh-uh, you don’t have permission to speak of love.”

“My apology. I was unable to move him after he fell.”

She cared little about some flunky man of the twit’s. Time was ticking, and she had to deliver.

“Where is Zia?”

“I don’t know, Mistress. Her accomplices moved too fast for me to keep up once they left the apartment. Please, let me do this without your goons or those birds. I can get her to come if it’s just me alone. Your… men ran as soon as they came into contact with the people with Zia.”

“You botched this up royally. Now she knows about your intentions.”

“I don’t think so. I made sure to stay hidden from her.”

“She’s a gullible nitwit, not a complete idiot. Give her two minutes to think about it, and even Zia will be able to put it together.”

“But she still doesn’t know why. For her, there’s no motive. That has to count for something.”

“Enough!”

She was done with relying on others. It wasn’t their necks on the line.

“No. It’s too late. If you want something done right, you know the rest.”

The Sorceress didn’t reward bad behavior, but she wasn’t adverse to allowing a bit of pleasure to be had. She stood erect, grabbed a riding crop and positioned herself behind the seated man.

For effect, she bent and whispered in his ear, “Do you see that cage?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you want to end up in that cage?”

“No, Mistress.”

“You need to show me how much you don’t want to end up in the cage.”

He said nothing. She felt her eye twitch with anger. As much as he tried to trick her, he wasn’t completely broken yet. Without warning, she ran the tip of the riding crop across the length of his shoulders.

He shuddered. The dim lighting of the room served to add more mystery to her movements. She’d use the backdrop her dimly lit sleeping chamber to her advantage. The room was large even with the necessary props she’d need to complete her plan.

She allowed his silence to linger long enough to wreak havoc on his ability to sense her next move

The Sorceress knew that the anticipation of pain was more powerful than its administration. Just this once, she’d allow him to feel the pleasure as she edged him to the inevitable pain he hated and craved.

She used one of the corners of the crop to paint a serpentine pattern down the length of his spine. At the base, she flicked the crop in a light tap for effect. He gasped in pleasure.

Over and over, she built up his level of endorphins almost able to see the chemicals flooding his flesh as his golden hues turned into deep-peach tones where blood rushed to the surface.

Priding herself in her art, the Sorceress alternated her taps and traces of the crop. She ran it across his skin until his brain recognized the pattern. Once his body braced for another light tap of the crop, she grabbed her cat of nine tails. She lanced his back with a moderate slash. Mutual sexual arousal flooded that part of her bedroom.

Her pet’s back arched to an impossible degree as his chest strained toward the ceiling. The Mistress was master, and he’d do well to know it.

Self-denial to funnel into sexual transmutation had yielded her nothing but failure. Her body cried out for sexual release. The teasing taunt of freedom hovered just out of reach.

Another series of light taps with the cat of nine tails had him wailing in sex-drugged passion. Her pores glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration as she continued to work him up to another lash.

When she finally delivered the lash with a practiced flick of the wrist, her body throbbed with sexual need.

Sweet and pure, his anguished cry offered the release she sought as wetness pooled at the entrance of her sex. Satisfied with his response, she decided he’d earned a lick of her milk.

The Sorceress moved to face the seated man once again. She wouldn’t make it easy for him and refused to unbind his wrists that were still behind his back.

“Eat me out,” she commanded.

Without any suggestion about how he was to accomplish the feat, she lay down on the floor and spread her legs wide. Never let it be said that her pet was stupid or unimaginative.

He wasted no time getting on his knees and positioning his mouth to lick the crease of her sex.

“Eat it all,” she moaned as he licked and sucked, using a few of his attributes she cared for about him.

One thing she’d never forgotten. The man could lick and fuck like nobody’s business.

He worshipped at the throne of her clit until she had come many times. She glanced down to see his cock rock hard and purple with intense arousal. Yes, he’d always want her more than she did him.

The Sorceress decided to show him a bit of mercy. She looked back up to see eyes full of lust-filled hunger that held his silent plea.

With a nod, she said, “You’ve managed to offer me a little pleasure. Sit back against the bed to receive your reward.”

He did. She could hear the lack of breathing as he watched in curious awe with a touch of fear as she sat up and moved toward him.

She refused to let on that she wanted this as much as he did. Without a word, she straddled him and sunk down on his rock hard, impressive cock. When she hit his base, the Sorceress squeezed her muscles tight and held on for a good amount of time. Without releasing her vaginal grip, she rose up in slow ascent until she reached his tip.

“Look at me,” she said.

Arousal-addled eyes stared at her in the continued plea not to stop. She rose up the final amount to release his engorged member and pushed hard as she dislodged him from within her body. A laugh almost escaped when the slight popping smack of his cock was evicted from her core.

His eyes rolled back. Neurotransmitters worked hard to supply the necessary dopamine levels needed to urge him on to satisfied fulfillment.

“Please, Mistress, more?”

“Shut up.” She slapped him and allowed the pent-up laugh to escape. “You don’t have permission to speak or come until I say so. Hold it. I mean it. You’d better not come until I say so.”

He took in some long breaths to make his body calm back down. When his cock began to soften, she took it in her hand and pumped up and down until it sprang back to life.

Again, she straddled him. Her cunt was sloppy wet and dripping with need. This time, she ran his tip along her slit, stopping at her clit to give it the attention she craved.

Without warning, she slipped his girth back inside and began to ride him hard and deep. She used him, riding his cock in silence. When she stopped in mid stroke and disembarked again, the confusion and frustration on his face was a palpable complaint.

“Get up, sit on the edge of the bed.” She came close and untied the binds from his wrists. After giving him a moment to rub sensation back into them, she ordered him to lie back. “Move your ass forward,” she barked, hoarse with passion. He scrambled to comply. She came near again. He opened his legs to make room at the edge of the ornate deep mahogany bed. “Scoot your ass down more toward me to the edge and pull your legs up, like in a stirrup. Keep holding them up with your hands. And, whatever happens, don’t initiate touch with me without permission.”

He did, excitement driving his body to conform to her every whim.

She pulled, using the smooth glide of the luxurious silk of the bed covering to help her move him into the exact place she desired. With his ass at the edge of the bed, and legs up in the air spread wide and open, she came forward and mounted him as she stood.

His eyes bucked at the sensation of her standing and riding him like this. Good, he needed to know their status in this and every part of their interactions.

She proceeded to fuck him from the position of dominance she held over him. A lot had changed since they first met. Her sway over him hadn’t.

The Sorceress rode him hard and deep as she almost jumped up and down on his thick, turgid cock. She swiveled her hips to hit her g-spot and almost lost control. That slip was enough to snap her back into her place of power. The sobriety of that lapse reminded her to manage the experience of her pet.

As part of her monitoring of his orgasm, she’d play with his balls. When they’d tighten up, she’d stop, apply pressure to the base of his shaft, and wait until his impending climax receded, all the while leaving him hard.

Her training of his orgasm denial was the joy she’d needed for a while. Over and over, she edged him until he began to beg for release.

Once her body gave the signal that she was ready to explode, the Sorceress put her middle finger in her mouth to coat it with saliva. He watched and licked his lips in instinctual joy. She reached down and found his tight rosebud. The way he flinched at the placement of her finger at his asshole entrance help to extract a little of her ire at his failure. This would be a first in where she took him sexually. It had been a long time. He deserved to see how much she’d grown without him.

Devoid of pretense, she pushed her middle finger in quick to her second knuckle. He shivered at the sensation. She began to explore until she found what she sought.

Like the perfectionist she was, the Sorceress plied her submission seduction on him in a mounting offense. She tuned him up in a slow ascent until he relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation overload.

That’s when she withdrew her finger and took his cock into her body once more.

She executed her assault of his cock with her pussy with all the skill, timing, and reactions to his body’s signs to render him malleable putty in her hands. Once his expectation of pleasure was set, she began to dismantle it with an alternating series of pussy and ass fucking. She drove him to sexual madness with her pussy and middle finger in his ass until he begged.

“Oh, oh, fuck. Please, I can’t hold it. Please let me come?” he asked as his head rolled from side to side.

“Not yet. Hold it, or I stop.” There was no way she’d let him finish before her.

His body tensed beneath her as he tried with all his might to stave off his climax. She smiled down at him and increased the speed as she clenched down hard to also increase the friction. His cock was so fucking good, but she’d never let him know that.

When her climax broke, she pulled herself off his cock and added another finger to his asshole. Taking advantage of her knowledge of human anatomy, the Sorceress pulled on her database knowledge of male genitalia to drive home her point of what it meant to have her as his Mistress.

Her fingers crooked to make sure to massage his prostate. She pumped him with precise expertise and as deep as her fingers would go. Confirmation of that feat resounding as he yelped and grunted in intense pleasure. She worked him with such finesse, his body backstroked into the bed.

“Grab your cock and pump it,” she said, voice thick with command.

It didn’t take long for him to come. His semen squirted hard and long as a ribbon of it coated his stomach all the way up to his cheek.

In her benevolent mood, the Sorceress made sure to finish him off until the last of his cum spurted out. She removed her fingers, stepped back to admire her work and then waited for him to come back to himself.

When she noticed he was able to comprehend the words coming out of her mouth, she tossed him a towel.

“Clean up yourself, get dressed and get out.” He caught the towel in mid-air and began the task. As not to let him think this was a reward he would enjoy often, she added, “The next time you fail me, I’ll make you watch me fuck another man. Your tongue will do his cleanup, including his asshole.” She put the middle finger she’d used to ass fuck him in the air and smirked.

It was immediate that he got the message loud and clear. She was his Mistress. She could bring pleasure, humiliation, and pain at will.

He moved quickly to dress. She sat on the stool he’d occupied and played with herself for emphasis. When he was ready to leave, she said, “Get some rest. Be back here day after tomorrow at eleven in the morning. It’s time for momma to show you how to get shit done. Now, get out.”

She said nothing else, as he turned and left the bedroom with the sound of the front door closing soon after.

The Sorceress looked at her trunk in the corner. It held all her paraphernalia. She’d better get to work. A new batch of her potion was the insurance she needed to make sure when the dust settled; she’d be on top.

She smiled, allowing herself to laugh at her corny dust joke in the privacy of her own counsel. From here onward she would make sure to do things herself. The Group wasn’t to be trifled with. There was no margin for error, and she had no plan that included defeat.

She disrobed and crawled into bed, satiated from great sex and renewed excitement about her plans. It didn’t take long for slumber to claim her. One of her last thoughts was how even the setbacks were geared toward her favor. The universe was in agreement with her. Justice would not be denied. Then sweet sleep carried her to the land of dreams.