"Please, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll be up in my room. Last season of Breaking Bad. Crazy shit." Connor said, wondering if Jada had felt his excitement through her khaki shorts. She didn't react in any peculiar way, so Connor figured he was in the clear. He grabbed his orange juice and left up to the bedroom, ready to forget about Breaking Bad and instead jack-off for the next hour, imagining Jada dusting the cabinets while bent over and spread wide.
***
Holy shit. He was hard.
Jada had definitely noticed. And how could she have not? Connor was sporting one of the biggest packages Jada had ever felt, and that was through four layers of clothing. A familiar dampness began to form in between Jada's thighs, her breath coming in short spurts.
Her mind was racing. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself in her current position. She was leaning on a kitchen counter that probably cost more than a car, inside of a famous Hollywood producer's mansion, wearing a skimpy maid outfit, and she just clearly felt Connor's hard cock from under his shorts.
This had to be against all the fucking rules in the book. Connor was her boss. And he was married! There was no way she could act on it. No way she would ever be able to take his fullness in her hands. No way she could ever spread her legs and straddle him, taking him all inside of her.
Yet where there is a will, there is a way.
It was almost too much to handle. In fact, she was getting so hot and bothered that her skin was starting to get warmer and warmer.
"Ok, Jada, focus," she whispered to herself, calming her emotions and putting out the fire that was growing inside her.
Being a witch had its perks but it also came with some huge drawbacks. Growing up, Jada had to be homeschooled and rarely left the house simply because she would set fire to anything in her reach whenever she would throw a tantrum, and as a child that was often. Her mother, another witch, tried to teach her the responsibilities of her powers at an early age, but Jada was too much of a spitfire. When Jada was ten, her mother made the difficult decision of binding her daughter’s powers, taking them away from her until she was old enough to handle them.
The plan was so that Jada could learn her families legacy when she was older and more mature. Except nothing ever goes as planned.
When Jada was sixteen, tragedy like no other struck.
Her mother was always involved in the witch community. Always striving to bring them closer and really cherish their powers. But with power comes those who crumble under it’s weight and become corrupt. There was one particular coven that were beginning to turn to the dark arts, or blood magic. Jada’s mother called to put an end to their practices, and she almost did, but the blood coven was ultimately too strong and too far down the path.
Jada’s mother was murdered when she was only sixteen.
This not only devastated her emotionally, but it also released her powers back to her. A grieving and tormented Jada now had to not only cope with the death of her mother but also with the onset of these new powers.
It was a long seven year period of trial and error. Never knowing when one day she would wake up surrounded by the ashes of the building she destroyed in her sleep. Or whether the blood coven would decide to kill off the whole family tree, leaving Jada scared and alone. She grew from these experiences, but damn where they hard.
She shook herself a little bit and pulled out the rag from her back pocket. She looked around and started wiping down the marble island. It wasn’t long before she was beginning to hum the newest Drake single.
“It’s clear she doesn’t want an inch, she wants nine” she murmured along to the song, suddenly going back to the though of Connor and the package under his shorts.
“Girl, calm yourself down. It’s only the first day,” she said to herself. But the rising heat in her center was becoming too hard to ignore. She knew he was into her, there was no denying that. But would she really do that to a family man? Even though she knew their relationship was turning into complete shit, he was still married. It went against everything she stood for.
Oh fuck it.
Jada put the rag back in her pocket and made her way through the mansion to where she remembered Connor mentioning his bedroom was. She stood outside, her fist raised to knock, but her hand came back down.
She whips out the rag again and starts wiping the door handle, noticing it’s unlocked. She twists it as far as she can while still making it seem like an accident. The door creaks open but no reply from inside.
Well, I mean I am the cleaner girl. I need to clean their bedroom, right?
With that logic, Jada swings the door open and squeals at what she sees.
There, directly in front of her, was Connor Gold, famous Hollywood producer, gym shorts down at his ankles, earplugs in his ear, and cock in hand.
The squeal is heard over the moaning of the two brunettes fingering each other on the huge iMac crystal clear screen, causing Connor to wipe around, a look of horror crossing his face.
“I am so sorry,” they both said, Connor turning a blush red as he pulls up his shorts as fast as he can. Except Jada could still see the erection causing an obvious tent in the front.
“I…umm… I knocked. I’m sorry.” Jada said, turning slightly towards the door, her eyes down but a smile curling her lips.
“It’s ok… I thought I, well I thought I locked it. Hah, guess not, am I right?” Connor said, his attempt at joking the situation off failing quite miserably.
“Ok, well… I’m going to go clean.”
“Wait.”
Connor was starting to feel the primal urge again. It could have been because his cock was already aching for a release, the stiffness in between his strong thighs was pulsing, drops of precum already seeping through the light blue material of the gym shorts.
“I think this desk needs dusting,” Connor said, not even believing what was coming out of his own mouth. But he needed to have her. Forget about Shannon. Forget about rules. Forget about modesty. There was just something so powerful, a connection too magnetic to ignore.
His shorts jumped as his hard cock threatened to break free.
“Oh really, sir? Let me check that for you.” Jada said, her smile now growing into a mischievous grin. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked over to the desk, seeing Connors hard dick make an imprint through the shorts. She could clearly see the defined lines of his thick member, the head perfectly outlined through the thing material. Her pussy was flushed with moisture as she reached the desk.
“Right here, sir?” Jada asked, bending over and wiping away at a perfectly clean desk. Her pink lace showed clearly over her tight khaki shorts. The line of her ass eating up the shorts, giving Connor a perfect view.
“Mmm, yeah, I must have spilled something,” Connor said, his hands moving up to massage Jada’s ass. He cupped both of them from the bottom, letting his hands fill to the brim with her ass. He moved one hand down and started grabbing at his cock over the shorts.
“Oh, I think you dropped something down here, sir,” Jada said, bending down even further so that her ass was pitched up at Connor’s face. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, revealing her perfect ass hiding the pink lace thong. He started kissing her bottom, moving his hand under his shorts and pulling them down, revealing his huge pink cock.
Jada gasped at the sight of it, getting up from the floor and turning to face Connor.
She had never been with a white guy before so she didn't really know what to expect, but Connor's member made her wetter than she had ever been before.
“Looks like I might have to clean you up, dirty boy.” Jada said, throwing her legs over Connor’s strong thighs. She straddled him like this, pushing his bare cock against her soaking wet lace panties.
She rode him. Gyrating on his hard cock. Feeling him push up against her soaking wet sex through her underwear. Her folds ached with pleasure as her clit throbbed with every pump.
She slid her s
oaking mound onto his thick rod, over and over, feeling his strength sending her waves of pleasure.
She leaned over and met his hungry mouth with hers. Their tongues met, dancing in the heat of passion, swapping pure ecstasy. Connor's hands explored Jada's body. His strong, masculine fingers traced circles across Jada's back before gripping on and thrusting her down even harder. It was a thrilling rollercoaster ride of forbidden desire.
They both let out moans simultaneously, Jada arching her back and pushing her tits out further, pressing her pulsing pussy even harder.
“You feel so good,” Connor groaned into her chest, pulling down her outfit to reveal her large breasts. He licked at her nipples, stretched to taught points of arousal, sending waves of pleasure shoot down Jada’s spine and towards her center. Building her up. Causing drops of sweat to form on her forehead as a moan escaped both of their mouths again, Jada trying to hold it back this time but failing.
Connors strong fingers found their way tracing the delicate lines of Jada's panty's. They teased her mound with pressure, gently brushing up against her aching clit. Jada could feel Connor slide her pink lace aside and separate her soaking wet mound with his strong fingers.
He teased her entrance, pressing just one finger at first, hooking it up and applying the perfect amount of pressure on Jada's inner walls. She was in ecstasy. And she wanted more. Her movements became more sporadic as her bright pink acrylic nails buried themselves deep in Connor's hair, pulling his head back and exposing his pale white neck.
“I want you inside of me,” Jada said in a sultry whisper.
She had never lusted for a man so bad before. And this white guy was suddenly having her soaking wet and more aroused than ever. His cock was huge too. Jada could feel the thickness stretch her lips just from the outside. She could only imagine what he would do inside of her, pressing out on her pink inner walls.
Lust took Jada over.
Primal.
Powerful.
Passionate.
She pulled aside her panties to reveal her soaking wet pussy. Connor slid his hard member through her folds, feeling her wetness drip down onto his six-pack.
“Fuck that feels good,” Jada said, wanting him inside of her more than any other man she had ever even dreamed of. She wanted him to enter her and stretch her walls with his huge cock.
Connor took a nipple between his teeth just as the tip of his cock pushed through her entrance, sending wave after wave of pleasure course through Jada’s body. His cock started slow at first, gradually picking up pace as Jada hugged his cock tight.
He began to go faster and faster until Jada was muffling her cries of ecstasy. His cock plowed her wetness, sliding in and hitting her g-spot. She felt spasms rack through her body as her climax was nearly reached.
His hands circled around her hips and kept grinding her down onto his cock. The feeling of his cock being soaked by her excitement was sending him so close to the edge. He could feel her walls tightening around his hard member.
He was getting close.
Jada was already there.
Her muscles shook as an immense feeling of ecstasy vibrated her to her core, her pussy quivering in the climax. She held herself up by her weak arms, shaking as they held themselves up against Connor’s perfectly chiseled chest. She felt her hands become increasingly warmer, her powers becoming harder to control under the after-effects of a ground shattering orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” Connor said as he lifted Jada up and flipped her so that she was now sitting on the chair. Connor slid his cock out of her still quaking pussy and stroked it, aiming his sweet seed over Jada’s belly.
He let out a guttural groan and released. Hot cum dropping in loads on Jada, sending Jada into another mini-orgasm, her hands massaging her breasts, taking the nipples in between her fingers and rolling, the intense heat now building up, making the pleasure even more perfect.
The come-down was just as intense in a way, their mouths meeting for one last passionate embrace as they each tried to catch their breath.
Jada was able to cool down her temperature, preventing her body from bursting into a ball of blue flame.
“Wow,” Connor said, his green eyes glowing as his smile revealed a perfect row of pearly white teeth. He took a moment to catch his breath and smiled some more, kissing Jada with a passion that neither of them had felt in a long while.
“Yeah. Wow.” Jada said, her center still sore from not only the intense orgasm but taking in Connor’s full size.
“I umm… good thing I have a rag,” Jada said. They both stayed silent for a moment and then cracked up laughing at another lame joke.
“But really, I should get cleaned up and tidy the rest of the house,” Jada said, still smiling up at Connor.
“Take the rest of the day off.” Connor said, helping Jada up from the chair. Jada couldn’t help but notice there was something else creeping into his tone. Something sounding almost like regret.
Shit. That’s tempting.
“I mean… I guess if that’s ok with you?” Jada said timidly as she pulled her shorts back on and readjusted her top.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Connor said, his perfect cock now hidden by the blue gym shorts.
“Ok… listen I’m sorry. I understand this is a working environment and all. I just…. I don’t know. I should go.” Jada said, trying to stitch together some sort of apology even though all she wanted to do was keep having sex with him.
“No need to say sorry. I just. I guess I just still love Shannon. But, fucking shit, there’s something about you.” Connor said, passion welling up in those perfect green eyes again.
“Maybe we should agree this is the first and last time?” Jada said, against the fact that all the cells in her body was screaming out no.
“Yes.”
“Ok, I’m gonna go now.”
Chapter Three
Jada stumbled through the mansion at first, her legs still feeling very much like jello. But after a few moments to collect herself, she was able to restore her legs back to fully functioning limbs. She still had no idea where to go though.
Fuck.
She took a turn down one hallway adorned with photos of what seemed like Shannon under various different campaigns for huge name brands. Jada’s favorite was the one where the dumb blond bitch was posing next to a tiger that was clearly photoshopped in. But that wasn’t what Jada enjoyed most about the ad. It was the fact that Shannon was positioned so that it looked like she was getting it from behind by the tiger. Jada wasn’t sure if this was intentional or not but she found it funny as shit.
After a quick laugh, Jada continued walking until she found what she thought was the door to the foyer.
She was wrong.
At first the door was locked, which she thought was weird since it should have been the entrance. She didn’t remember Connor ever mentioning the door now that she thought about it.
She took out a set of keys Connor had given her earlier and tried it in the lock. It clicked open on the first try, allowing Jada to turn the doorknob and peak inside. What she saw sent the blood rush down to her feet.
The room Jada was staring into was covered in blood red, presumably blood red paint. The walls were tattered, with flower wallpaper peeling off underneath the splatters of red. In the center of the room was a glass case held up on a metal pedestal ending in the shape of what looked like a dragon claw. In the case, Jada could see a chalice that was brimming with a thick, dark viscous fluid.
The room belonged to a blood mage.
Holy fucking shit.
Jada had found one of the women who was involved in killing her mother. And it just so happened to be one of the most famous women at the time. Or at least Jada assumed it was.
I mean, who else could it be? And does that mean Connor knows about this?
She pushed the door wider and took a hesitant step over the threshold. She needed to know what was in this room and who was behind it all.
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br /> On the wall inside the room was a hanging shelf, with various different menacing looking tools that were all rusted over with an orange tint. She also saw empty jars labeled in a language she couldn't understand. Her fingers traced over an ancient looking textbook that was sealed shut with a lock and key.
"What. The. Fuck. What are these bitches into?" Jada said to herself.
From what she could tell, there was nothing else to the room. No doors leading into a secret passage or anything on the floor indicating some secret compartment. It was just the weird glass display case, the shelves, and the book. But something in here held the secrets to who killed her mother. She knew it.
But she couldn't risk getting caught. She wasn't sure what would be worse, really. Getting caught having sex with a blood witch's husband or getting caught snooping around through a blood witch's closet.
Jada stepped back out and shut the door, relocking it. Her thoughts were racing. She just finished having the most mind-blowing sex with one of the most powerful men in Hollywood, she finally found a passion she thought was destroyed by Darrius, and now she had to worry that he was involved in a murderous coven with his bitch wife?
It was all too much.
Jada took a deep breath and decided.
She was resigning.
There was no other choice. She would just have to hope she could be reassigned as soon as possible but she knew she couldn't keep working there. Not with the spirit of her mother looming over her, knowing that her possible killer was under the same roof she was assigned to keep clean.
She readjusted her shorts and turned hurriedly on her feet.
Straight into Shannon.
"What are you doing?"
"I, um got lost, miss." Jada said, mumbling an excuse. She saw Shannon's eyes go straight to the keys that were protruding from her pocket and back up to the door concealing her red room. An evil grin spread across her face, her hand snapping onto Jada's wrist.
"I sensed your powers the moment you stepped in here, witch," Shannon hissed, her eyes boring down onto Jada as her grip tightened around her wrist.
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