Sia (Naughty Witches Book 3)

by Erin R Flynn

  She was leaning against the wall, staring at the door, her hand slightly shaking. “Thanks, I had that, but I would have had to use magic so I appreciate it.” She swallowed loudly. “His aura threw me off and then they were through the door. It was dark, really dark, but not with violence really but—”

  “I got the feeling he was here for what you have, and if he got to rape you all the better. But that wasn’t the goal, so he got on the property.”

  “Sounds about right,” she whispered, handing me back my phone. “You think they want my formulas? Watch who gets in the house and sneak in that way? No one comes into the brew house on their own and even the families we let in the greenhouses have to be a referral. No one just shows up on their own and we let them in or let them stay if they get in.”

  “Yeah, but that means time to beef up security—for real—if they’re going to these lengths.”

  “Yeah, it’s time,” she sighed, sounding resigned to it. I moved over to her and cupped her face, not hiding my worry. “Well, apparently my Tuesday nights just opened up. I was thinking of tossing him and Wednesday’s. But he’s gone for sure and Wednesday is bitching like I’m his whore too.”

  My heart hurt when she frowned.

  “You’re no one’s whore and certainly not a slut. You have fun. I think more people should just have fun. I think it’s admirable how open you can be. Yes, it’s sex but so fucking what? It’s pure and open and Travis’s guys were saying he’s a different person because of you. His ex-wife treated him like a dog and this time he told her to get lost. You did that. You’re a goddess.”

  She pulled away when I leaned down to kiss her. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder.

  “Unzip the dress. I have your present on and had a whole plan, but you’re getting a much bigger one now. You’re getting the full Sia Special and New Year’s Eve magic, baby. You better realize how special it is.”

  “I do because you are special,” I murmured as I reached for the zipper.

  I hated that someone treated her as less than perfection and it seemed to have landed some hits on her and I didn’t want that. I kissed her shoulder as I unzipped the tight dress. I about swallowed my tongue as I revealed the lingerie set she was wearing, complete with stockings, garters, and high heels.

  “Oh fuck me.”

  “No, you’ll be fucking me and a lot.” When the dress hit the floor, she turned and modeled it for me. “Do you want to make magic with me tonight?”

  “Oh yeah,” I growled, reaching for her and kissing her deeply.

  Just as my tongue pushed in her mouth she pulled away, taking my hand and leading me out to the back of the house. I’d looked out on the terrace but I hadn’t been on it since it was winter in Nebraska and there was tons of snow.

  Which really made me wonder why we were going out on the terrace in winter in Nebraska when there was tons of fucking snow.

  “Are you sure?” she checked as she closed the glass door behind us.

  “Yes.”

  “Good boy,” she purred. I watched her pert ass bounce as she walked in the heels over to a high-top stone table.

  No, an altar.

  She’d hidden an altar in plain sight to look like a trendy outside table. On either side of it were matching fire pits. She pointed to the wood racks along the house and when I saw her shiver I hurried to load up.

  I dumped an armful in the first one and went back to reload for the second. The moment that was done, she used her magic to set the piles ablaze, the temperature immediately rising.

  “Offer me to Gaia,” she whispered as she touched her body. “I’m giving you all of me tonight, Deon. Offer me up to Gaia. Offer yourself up to her. Offer all the loving you will do to me, all the life in our bodies, and all the light in something so pure. Give all of me to her tonight.”

  “Fuck, yes, I offer all to her,” I moaned as I covered her hands. “I offer all I am to you and to her. All of it, Sia. All of me is yours.”

  “Good boy,” she purred before pulling my head down to kiss me. “Put me on the altar and undress.” She chuckled when I opened my mouth to object that there was snow on there. “It’s fine. We’ll melt it. Offer me up and join me for your rewards.”

  Shit, yeah, sign me up and for double. I easily lifted her up and undressed, setting everything on one of the chairs on the covered part of the terrace.

  I set down my glasses, wanting to see her better but knowing they would get in the way. I realized I might need to really get contacts so I didn’t miss a second of her. I shivered when I hopped up to sit and everything sensitive landed in snow.

  She giggled when I cursed loudly. I moved over her and moaned when she spread her legs wide for me. I leaned down to kiss her, trying to take my time no matter how excited I was.

  The snow melted fast but I hated how cold she must have been until the fires heated more of the air.

  “What is the Sia Special?” I asked, just so I knew we were on the same page and I didn’t hurt her.

  She lifted her head and traced the shell of my ear, chuckling when I shivered. “You fuck my titties. Then you fuck my pussy. And then you fuck my ass and how you do it is completely up to you and will determine if you ever get it again.”

  “That is one hell of a way to bring in the new year,” I groaned, rock hard against her.

  “We’ll make the greenhouses explode for sure,” she giggled. “Do you like your presents?”

  “I love them.” I kissed her lips before moving down her body. I peeled off the lace of her bra from her tits like they were gifts I was unwrapping because they were, and I was a lucky bastard for sure.

  I teased and played with them, focusing on her nipples until she mewled under me. I reached down and flicked her clit a few times, glad when she came and I brought her the pleasure she deserved.

  I unlatched her bra and moved so I could take off her sexy lace thong before flipping us so I was lying on the freezing cold altar with the melted snow. I shivered and she gave me a shocked look.

  “You’re too little to be that cold,” I explained. “And I want you to sit on my face again. Please, just please, Sia. Can I lick you and your ass this time too?”

  “Fuck, it’s so damn sexy when you beg,” she groaned, moving around so she straddled my head. “Yes, eat me all you want, Deon. Get me ready for that monster because he’s going to fuck your witch good tonight.”

  I shivered at the idea of the sex but also her being my witch. I knew she just meant for tonight but I really fucking liked the sound of that. I licked and fingered her through her first orgasm, feeling bolder when I was good enough to touch her how she needed.

  “If I’m the best cock that’s ever been in your tight ass will you let me have every Tuesday night?” I challenged when she was done.

  I swallowed a wince when she moved off of me. I watched her as she shimmied down my body, about swallowing my tongue when she leaned over and brought her face close to my dick.

  “This monster? You want to give him to me every Tuesday night instead of my normal kink?”

  I nodded. “I can give you more than they can. You don’t have to hide with me. We can make offerings, you can train me, teach me—anything, Sia.”

  She gave him a soft kiss, smirking when it twitched for her.

  “Travis doesn’t want Fridays anymore. He’s thinking of trying to date this year and the restaurant is too busy for him to take off Fridays anymore. I was thinking of asking if you wanted to be my Friday night guy and give him Wednesdays. But now you’re asking for Tuesdays?”

  I wasn’t sure what to say and all the blood left my brain when she moved her huge tits to surround my cock, rocking in a way that made me about lose my mind. I’d never seen the appeal of titty fucking a woman before, but Sia completely converted me… As long as it was with her doing it and her perfect fucking tits.

  “Greedy boy,” she moaned as she moved faster. “I offer myself up to you and be your witch and you ask for more time wit
h me? Mmm, such a greedy good boy. Most would have asked for a blow job or me kneeling for them but you want more time.”

  “I do, I so do, please? I’ll give you everything you need or I’ll find someone to bring to bed to make up for it. I’ll learn and do better, do everything you want.”

  “Shit, I love the begging. Come on my titties, greedy boy. Show me how desperate you are for me.”

  That wasn’t a difficult request. I grunted her name as I finished, most of my spunk landing on my stomach, but she clearly enjoyed making me finish on command.

  She licked her lips as she stared at my cock but I had another idea, moving out from under her and standing so I was behind her. I attacked her pussy and ass, tongue and finger fucking both until she came with a scream.

  “I’ll give you that every morning just to be your Friday night guy,” I promised.

  “I thought you wanted Tuesday?” she panted.

  “If I can give your ass the best like it deserves, yes, but you were thinking of making me your Friday night guy.”

  “Oh, so now you want two days? So fucking greedy. Yes, be greedy with me tonight, Deon. Demand more. Take all of me tonight.”

  So I did. I ate her out as I stretched her so she was ready for me. Then I moved onto the altar and she lowered herself on my cock. She was even better than I remembered.

  “Dance for me,” I moaned. “Make those titties bounce for me. Ride my monster tonight and know he’s yours every Friday.”

  “You’ve convinced me,” she whimpered as she started moving. “Oh fuck, baby, you stretch me so wide. This is better than I remember.”

  “Me too,” I admitted, sitting up so I could feel more of her against me. I hugged her and with my hand on her ass helped her move. She about suffocated me with her tits but that would be an awesome way to go. “Promise me Friday nights.”

  “I don’t make promises while magic is going,” she chastised.

  Right, witch, duh. Their word was binding. “Sorry, never been with a witch.”

  She nodded and kissed me as if saying there were no hard feelings. “Oh fuck, Deon, oh fuck, I’m going to drench your cock. Pinch me and make me scream.”

  I loved that she told me what she needed and wanted. I pinched her clit hard, watching in awe as she cried out, arching her back it was such a good climax. I was so sunk.

  I was completely and totally sunk on her. No woman would ever be able to sate me after being with a goddess like her.

  Now I just needed to figure out a way for her to want me just as much.

  I moaned as her pussy slicked me up even more with her wetness. I planted my feet and thrust up before she even finished her orgasm. Her eyes went wide as she held onto me for the ride.

  I worried it was too much but she was stretched better now. She begged me for more and harder, digging her nails into my pecs as if marking me to show I pleased her.

  And I fucking loved it. I used every ounce of strength to thrust into my witch, wanting all of our pleasure and orgasms as mine. And I told her that.

  I grunted that I could take care of my witch, protect her and give her all she wanted. She shivered at either how demanding or how greedy I was, which was different than how she normally was.

  It must have been the magic. I’d heard the magic could make witches a bit more submissive, but I thought that was summoning. There wasn’t a lunar event so I didn’t even know what magic there was for the new year, but she was always magical so it was probably that.

  She finished again and this time I followed her over when her pussy strangled my cock, milking it for everything I could give her. It was so amazing I didn’t care if I was still lying in the cold water on the freezing stone or if I was buried in ice to be with her.

  “I haven’t come that hard and back to back in… Forever,” she chuckled when we were calmer. “I could feel you coming so hard it set off a mini orgasm on top of the other two. Holy shit, Deon. I’m going to be dripping your seed all over with those big balls.”

  “Only because it’s with you,” I promised against her lips. “I’m sorry I tried to make you promise something during magic. I’ve never been with a witch.”

  “I know, me either,” she whispered. “But I don’t think any male witch could make me feel what you did.”

  “You are my witch, you said so,” I murmured, running my tongue over her lips when she flinched.

  I didn’t push it or give her a chance to explain it away or change her answer. I just put it out there so she got used to the idea.

  Because I planned to make it a reality.

  “Was I too rough?” I asked when she winced. “Do you want to wait for the rest to Friday?”

  Her lips twitched how I just slipped that in. “It’s actually my knees and ankles from keeping the heels on. Let’s get some food and then finish inside on a bed. I’m getting too old for a full night of sex on the altar.”

  I chuckled as I slid off with her still on my cock, easily able to carry her, which she liked from the way her eyes glazed over. “Have you had a lot of sex on that altar?”

  “Not like that.” She snorted. “Not close to that. Just a few one-timers or oral sex thinking we were screwing on the dinner table.” She hugged me as I brought us inside. “It was nice to do it for real and a real offering.”

  “It was more than nice,” I muttered as I sat her on the counter.

  I gently pulled out of her, biting back a prideful smirk when she moaned. I didn’t move away much, wanting to see what she’d mentioned, and I wasn’t disappointed.

  “That’s fucking sexy in a way I would never have thought I’d like.” I met her curious gaze. “It’s you. You’re a fucking goddess that makes me love everything.”

  “I’ve been called worse,” she teased. “Feed me more than cock.” She threw back her head and laughed when I groaned at the idea of giving her my dick again.

  I moved away and grabbed the containers for dinner. She gave me a curious look and I just smirked as I plated one and popped it in the microwave. I brought the other with the dressing and two forks, moving in front of her so we could share.

  “I changed your order from him. He doesn’t even have lasagna on his menu.”

  “I know, but he asked me what my favorite pasta was when he was still only a catering company and I told him lasagna with meat sauce.”

  “Well, now I’m going to make sure you get more of what you need. I planned it out with him and they brought it today when they came for the greenhouses,” I explained. “And mostly I got you better food instead of more. This is his salmon salad to start and beef burgundy reheating in the microwave.”

  “It smells good,” she admitted. It wasn’t like she ate junk and grease but heavy pasta for one meal with dessert was not good for her.

  “It’s your veggies in the salad. How often do you get to eat your own nummies?”

  She winced. “I forget. I grab an apple now and again.”

  “I’ll take care of you better than that,” I promised, giving her the container to hold onto while I went for drinks.

  I’d made her some herbal iced tea infused with some strawberry juice. I smirked when she moaned at the salad and brought her a glass. I watched as she tried it, her eyes going wide.

  “Shit, that’s really fucking good. What is it?”

  “Hibiscus tea made with honey and blended with strawberry juice from your strawberries.”

  “Have some,” she murmured as she dripped it over her tits.

  “Oh fuck, Sia,” I moaned, leaning in and lapping them. “If you let me eat dessert off of you I might spontaneously cream myself.”

  “That would be hot. So I guess you’re eating dessert off of me and if you don’t cream yourself, I’ll punish you.”

  “Please do and as often as you like,” I murmured before taking a bite of salad. So far her “punishments” were hot and not punishing at all.

  I stirred the next dish when the microwave beeped and set it for a bit longer to cook it e
venly before finishing the salad with her.

  “What are you thinking?” she asked gently when I got lost in my head.

  “That this is nice,” I admitted. “I like spending time with you like this, and working with you, and certainly doing naughty things with you. It’s… Refreshing. Just being together and enjoying food and no pressure. I always feel such pressure.”

  She smiled, a genuine one too. “It is nice, and you’re imparting a bit of your structure and efficiency on me while I’m giving you some of my lighter side. It’s fun. I normally don’t get this much out of my dates.”

  Instantly I frowned. “I’m not sure what that means?”

  She shrugged as she stabbed a huge bite. “It’s my kink to build up those who have been kicked, to teach and train them a bit. I mean, I don’t want to settle down so it’s been fun, but it’s not like this. They come, we play, and they leave back to their lives.”

  “It sounds like somewhere it maybe changed from a fun kink to a bit lonelier and redundant to keep the magic going,” I suggested gently.

  She frowned. “Maybe. I think somewhere along the line I started making sure I always had someone on days so I didn’t have to admit I didn’t have anything else in life besides work. I have my witch friends I talk with and who know me, but otherwise it’s all in passing. Humans die and I don’t.”

  I swallowed loudly when she flinched and shoved the big bite in her mouth as if embarrassed she admitted that. “That’s more than I have.”

  We finished eating in silence, both of us lost in our heads and sadness, loneliness even. And for Sia, she hadn’t realized she was, whereas it was a feeling I knew well and deeply.

  “I’m going to go check the fires are dying down,” I told her after we finished.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil the mood,” she muttered, sliding off the counter and moving her arms over her.

  I turned and cornered her against the fridge, kissing her shoulder as I slid my arms around her.

  “Hey, you didn’t. You’re allowed to not always be perfectly peppy and happy. I liked that you shared that side of you with me so don’t take it back. You’ve been going through a lot and the fact you trust me enough to be vulnerable with me means a lot.”