The Sea Witch: A Wicked Villains Novel

by Robert, Katee

  Alaric finally straightens and guides me back to lean against his chest. “Very, very sensitive.” His voice is lower than normal, nearly growling. “She tastes sweet.”

  “That was just a tease.” Ursa re-crosses her legs. “The dress. Don’t rush.”

  He peels the dress off my body slowly, inch by inch until I’m quivering from the sensation of cloth dragging over my sensitive skin. To my waist, over my hips, and finally down my legs, until I can feel him kneeling behind me. I carefully step out of the circle of fabric, standing there naked except for my heels.

  Alaric rises and brackets my hips with his hands. “She’s shaking.”

  “It’s not fear.” Ursa leans forward. “Is it, little Zuri?”

  “No, Mistress.” I lick my lips. “It’s not fear.”

  She nods as if she expected nothing else and sits back. “Now the rest. Show me what I purchased.”

  My face flames as Alaric guides me to turn around and kneel on the cool wooden platform. He kneels next to me and nudges my knees wide. I’m still trying to find my balance when he places a broad hand on the center of my back, inexorably pushing me down until my cheek presses against the stage. The position leaves my ass in the air and with my legs spread so wide, there’s no doubt that Ursa can see everything.

  Alaric drags his hand up my spine, guiding me to arch my back a little. “There,” he murmurs. “Look how pretty she is.”

  “You can do better than that, lover.”

  He skims his hands over my ass and down to pull my legs wider yet. And then he’s pulling my cheeks apart and giving a low sound of appreciation. “Will you take her ass, Mistress?”

  “All in good time.”

  That isn’t a no.

  I try not to tense, but I can’t tell if I like the idea of her taking my ass or not. Especially considering the way I saw her take Alaric’s. But then… the tentacle was weird, but it felt really, really good in my pussy. Maybe it’d feel good in my ass, too.

  I close my eyes as Alaric’s hands move down to my pussy and part my folds. “She’s wet.” He strokes a single finger through me and I don’t have to look to know he’s showing Ursa. “Practically dripping.”

  “Little Zuri likes to be put on display. She likes to be a toy for us to play with.” Ursa sounds almost like she’s musing, but I know her well enough now to recognize that she’s already thought this out. Planned this out. “Continue.”

  He presses a single blunt finger into me. “She’s so wet, Mistress.” He pumps slowly. “Tight, too. She’s clamping around my finger with every stroke.”

  “Give her two.” She lifts her voice a little. “Zuri, you don’t have permission to come. Don’t disappoint me.”

  I press my hands flat to the stage. “Yes, Mistress.” Surely I can hold out. Surely. I want a reward more than I want a punishment right now. I hiss out a breath as Alaric wedges a second finger into me. It feels good, but it’s more than him penetrating me. It’s that I’m in this obscene position, my pussy and ass on full display, while Alaric and Ursa talk about me like I’m a new toy for them to play with. It’s like I’m less than a person but also cherished beyond measure. The conflicting feelings only make the entire situation hotter.

  “Now her clit.”

  He withdraws his fingers and uses his other hand to urge my back to arch more. He slides his fingers up my slit and parts me farther. “Just as pretty as the rest of her.”

  “Mmm. That is the truth.” Does she sound closer? I can’t tell.

  And then Ursa’s mouth closes around my clit and I squeak. I think I jolt, but Alaric’s hand on my back holds me in place as she explores me with her tongue. She’s gone before the orgasm brewing deep inside me gets out of control. “You’re right, lover. She’s so incredibly sweet.”

  “May I?” Alaric’s so hoarse, his words are barely above a whisper.

  “Just a taste.”

  He shifts and then it’s his mouth on my pussy. He licks me as if trying to gather up all my taste. “Fuck, Mistress. You’re right. She’s even sweeter here.”

  “Mmm.” A soft sound and I know without a shadow of a doubt that they’re kissing, passing my taste back and forth between them. I want to look, to see, but I don’t want to disobey, either. It’s agony. Sexy, titillating agony. Finally, I can’t stand it any longer. I twist to look.

  Ursa breaks the kiss as if she was just waiting for me to waver. “Disobedient little thing, aren’t you?”

  I try to go back to my former position, but it’s too late. She grabs my hair, holding me in place. “Alaric, go to the wardrobe and get the vibrator. The one that’s both internal and external.” We both watch him obey, and when he returns, he’s got a U-shaped toy in his hand that’s wider on one side than the other.

  Ursa guides me to turn around and sit on the edge of the stage. She takes the toy and eases it into me. I whimper and shift, trying to adjust to the foreign feeling, but she doesn’t give me a chance to. She snaps her fingers at Alaric and that’s when I notice that he’s got a remote in his hand. He passes it over. Ursa takes my hand and moves it to hold the vibrator in place. “Do not move it. Do not come. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I whisper.

  “If you want to watch, little Zuri. Then you’ll watch.” She moves back to sit on the couch and smiles at Alaric. “You’ve been so very good, lover. Would you like a taste?”

  He’s already moving, kneeling between her thighs and lifting her dress. He doesn’t bother to take off her panties, merely tugs them to the side and lowers his head to her pussy.

  The picture they make. I could come from watching them alone.

  Ursa reclines against the couch, her legs spread, looking like nothing more than a queen on her throne. Alaric’s head moves between her thighs, his hands moving up to clutch at her hips even as he moans against her.

  That’s when the toy inside me buzzes to life. I jolt, but there’s no escaping it. It vibrates against my clit, a pulsing motion that has me biting my lip. The part inside me is moving, too, a rolling motion remarkably like a fingertip flicking against my G-spot.

  I can’t help it. I moan. “Oh gods.”

  “It’s not the gods in control of your pussy right now.” Ursa is a little breathless. “It’s me. Your pleasure is in my hands.”

  I shift, trying to flee how good it feels. “I…” I’m gasping, and I can’t look away from where she laces her free hand through Alaric’s hair, lifting her hips to grind against his mouth. “I’m going to come.”

  Instantly, the vibrations change. It’s not enough to pull me back from the edge, but it keeps me from coming. I sob out a breath. I’m not sure if this is a gift or further punishment. “Mistress, please.”

  “You have your command.” She holds my gaze as she sets the remote down and then drops her other hand to Alaric’s hair. Ursa closes her eyes and leans her head back against the couch, effectively dismissing me.

  It stings.

  It only makes this hotter.

  “Use those clever hands of yours, lover,” she murmurs.

  Alaric instantly obeys, shifting enough to push two fingers into her. I can see it perfectly from where I sit, the way he spreads her, how her desire coats his fingers, the flick of his tongue against her clit even as he fucks her with his fingers.

  All the while, the toy in my pussy pushes me closer to coming.

  Ursa orgasms, and I lose it. I cry out, writhing even as I try to keep my eyes open because I don’t want to miss a moment of this. The vibration of the toy shifts again, and now I’m sobbing because it’s too much but I don’t want it to stop. “Please, Mistress!”

  “So disobedient.” She sounds only slightly out of breath. By the time I get my eyes open, she’s rearranged her dress and Alaric kneels at her feet. She touches the remote, and the vibrations finally stop. “Come here, Zuri.”

  Every time she says my name, it feels like an intimate caress. I carefully scoot off the stage and stagger the few feet t
o her. She catches my hand and reaches between my legs to ease the toy out of me. “I’m disappointed.”

  Against all reason, tears prick my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I tried.”

  “Our Alaric was putting on a good show for you and you missed the culmination of his hard work.”

  “Doesn’t feel like work,” he murmurs without looking up.

  Ursa’s lips twitch, and she shakes her head. “You’ll have to make it up to him. Come. Sit.” She tugs me into her lap. I tense for half a second, but Ursa is having none of it. She sits forward until her breasts press against my back and arranges me the way she wants me to be, my legs on either side of hers, my hands at the small of my back, pressed against her stomach. She crooks a finger at Alaric. “Up, lover.”

  He rises and that’s when I realize where this is going. Ursa wraps a fist around his cock and uses that hold to pull him closer, until he’s standing between our spread legs. “Fuck her mouth.” She lowers her voice. “If this gets to be too much, tap my leg with your foot. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I whisper. Alaric isn’t small, though it’s not as if I have a lot of material to compare him to. Even so, giving him a blowjob in bed when I’m on top is very different from this. From him fucking my mouth. Maybe I should be intimidated, but all I feel is a frantic buzz of anticipation. I want this. I want everything the three of us do together.

  I tilt my head back a little and part my lips.

  Chapter 27

  Alaric

  If ever there was a moment that I want to snapshot and keep forever, it’s this one. Ursa’s hand around the base of my cock. Zuri’s mouth closing around the head. The two of them so close together. For the first time since this all started, I’m completely at peace. It didn’t even take Ursa beating me to get me there. The background buzz of my thoughts and guilt eases with each inch Zuri takes.

  I meet Ursa’s eyes and, fuck, I almost blow right then and there.

  She looks happy, too. Yeah, she’s got her Domme face on and her grip is unyielding even as Zuri sucks more of me into her mouth, but there’s something soft in Ursa’s eyes that I’ve never seen before. Like she’s let down a layer of wall that I’ve been fighting to get over for so long, I’d lost all hope of it.

  I reach down and cup her face. “I love you.”

  She raises her brows. “Zuri must be doing something right if you’re talking like that.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t do that.” It’s an effort to push the pleasure away, to speak through the need to move. “I mean what I say, Ursa. I love you.”

  She parts her lips like she’s going to keep arguing but finally smiles a little. “Show me. Fuck her mouth.”

  I try not to let disappointment take hold. Of course she didn’t say it back. She might be quickly becoming my world, she might care about me enough to let me into her home, but I’m still the guy she fucked on the side while living her life alone. It’ll take time to let me in.

  And Zuri?

  I look down at her big brown eyes and, fuck it, I’m already putting all my shit out there. No reason to stop now. “I love you, too, Zuri.” I thrust a little when she starts to retreat. “Don’t argue with me. Just suck my cock like Ursa told you to.”

  She glares a little, but there’s no heat behind it. Especially when Ursa gathers her long dark-red hair back into her fist and holds her immobile. “Now, Alaric.”

  I start slow. Slow enough that Ursa glares, a silent command to stop dicking around. I stroke Zuri’s jaw, urging her to relax into it, and then I pick up my pace, sliding into her mouth nearly far enough to gag her before retreating. Over and over again. It feels so fucking good, too fucking good for me to last even with all my training. No one undoes me like these two women. “Mistress, I’m close.”

  “Then stop holding back.” Ursa leans forward, bringing Zuri with her, urging her down my cock until she gags. She lets the other woman retreat, pulling her off my cock. “You can take it, can’t you, love?”

  Zuri licks her lips, tears streaming from her eyes. “Yes, Mistress.” She sounds halfway to subspace and we’ve barely done anything yet.

  “Now.”

  I stop holding back.

  It’s rough and dirty and Zuri is moaning and crying and, fuck, it’s so hot that I’m fighting not to release. I almost manage to hold out. Until I look down and realize that Ursa has her fingers in Zuri’s pussy. The sight of it shoves me over the edge. I come hard, hard enough to buckle my knees, and Zuri drinks down every bit. And then she keeps sucking my cock, interspersed with little licks that have me moaning and easing back. “Jesus.”

  “He has nothing to do with it.” Ursa pulls me down onto the couch next to them, though she doesn’t stop playing with Zuri’s pussy. “Lean back, love.”

  I settle in next to them and watch Zuri relax back against Ursa, submitting to everything she’s doing to her without question. This is how it could be with us. How it will be. The rest of it will figure itself out. We have the foundation.

  It might be a foundation built on a lot of bullshit, but the bones are good. It wouldn’t be this easy for the three of us to be together if that weren’t the case. Even as the effects of my orgasm fade, the feeling in my chest only gets stronger. Ursa will say that my declaration was because Zuri had her mouth around my cock, but it’s not the truth.

  I love them.

  I don’t give a shit about timelines or what’s reasonable or all the other things Ursa will try to bring up to prove that I don’t really feel what I feel. It doesn’t change the truth. They wouldn’t twist me up the way they do in their own individual ways if I didn’t love them. Love is messy and beautiful and claws through me harsher than hate ever has. Infatuation isn’t anywhere near as intense, no matter what it feels like in the first throes of it. This is love. I know this is love.

  Ursa kisses Zuri’s neck. “Come, love. You earned it this time.”

  I watch as she winds Zuri tighter and tighter, until her expression morphs into a bliss that looks almost like pain and she shudders. Ursa angles her back and kisses her. Despite my coming recently, the sight has my cock hardening again. Fuck, but they’re beautiful. So different, and so flawless in their own ways.

  Ursa breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Sometime soon, I would like to put on a show in here.” Her lips curve. “You and Zuri on that stage.”

  “Yes.”

  Zuri shivers. “I think I’d like that.”

  “I know you would.” Ursa gives her another kiss and breaks it reluctantly. “I had further plans tonight, but…” She seems to steel herself. “I would like us to go home and sleep together.”

  Zuri goes perfectly still, her eyes widening. Even in such a short time, she understands how rare this is. Since she doesn’t seem eager to break the ensuing silence, I do it for us. “In your bed.”

  “In my bed.”

  I’m already pushing to my feet. “Let’s go.”

  Ursa blinks at me, looking surprised. “You’re awfully eager, lover.”

  “No shit, I’m eager. I want to sleep next to you. Both of you.” I love fucking them. Love it. But Ursa is offering an intimacy I’ve been denied until now. I’m not going to give her a chance to change her mind.

  I help Zuri climb to her feet. She still looks a little dazed. We guide her back into her dress and she submits, though it’s obvious from her face that she’s thinking really hard about something. I want to press her. Both Ursa and I have made huge strides tonight, and I want Zuri there with us. That’s not how shit works, though. She’ll either bridge the last distance between us when she’s ready…or she won’t. Either way, neither Ursa nor I have any real control over what her final decision is.

  We leave the room and head back down the hallway to the public playroom. Ursa slows and stops, and I follow her gaze to the public scene going on right now. I instantly recognize Gaeton and Isabelle Belmonte, youngest of the Belmonte sisters who rule to territory bordering Ursa’s to the north-west.
Gaeton has Isabelle bent over one of the couches, and her face is in the lap of their third, Beast, sucking his cock like her life depends on it.

  “Perhaps we’ll stay to watch the rest of the show.”

  I snort. “You just want to fuck with them when they look up and see you there.”

  Her smile is downright wicked. “Power plays, lover. They’re not just for the bedroom. Come.” She strides to an empty couch facing where the three are doing their public scene and sinks onto it, motioning for me to sit next to her and then guiding Zuri onto my lap. “You’ve both pleased me tonight. You may play until they’re finished. Don’t forget the condom.”

  I look at Zuri. “Do you want to watch?”

  She kisses me. Which is an answer itself. I shift down to lie across the couch with my head resting in Ursa’s lap. She raises her eyebrows at me, and I grin. “It’s a better angle.”

  Ursa rolls her eyes and leans back against the couch, turning her attention to the scene playing out in the center of the room. But she sifts her fingers through my hair, lightly dragging her nails over my scalp.

  I dig out a condom from my pocket, and Zuri rushes to free my cock, her expression intent. We’ve already teased enough tonight; I want inside her as much as she seems to want me there. I roll the condom on and she barely lets me get my hand out of the way before she sinks onto my cock, working herself down my length until it's sheathed to the hilt. She braces her hands on my chest and starts to move, rolling her hips as she rides me.

  I’ve played publicly in the Underworld more times than I can count, usually submitting to one Dominant or another. I’ve been beaten, tormented, fucked until I’m damn near unconscious, and I’ve loved every second of it.

  None of it compares to this moment. Of Zuri riding my cock with her dress bunched up around her waist, with me on my back and mostly dressed, with Ursa commanding the entire experience without saying a word.