Dark Desires - Love That's Out of This World (Xcite Bestselling Collections)

by K D Grace

  ‘I told you the rules. Play by them or there’s no deal.’

  He moved forward, swallowing the strange combination of fear and arousal he’d felt almost from the moment he entered Sally Haddon’s house.

  ‘Lie down.’ She nodded to the cushions.

  He did as he was told, suddenly finding it difficult to stand. As he nestled into the mound of cushions, the world around him downshifted to slow motion. The tall windows loomed over him like large gaping mouths. The candle flames roared like forest fires. ‘What was in that tea?’ His tongue felt unmanageably thick in his mouth.

  ‘Just tea. It’s the effect of the spell you’re feeling.’

  He forced a chuckle. ‘No eye of newt or hair of bat?’

  ‘This is sex magic, not Halloween.’

  When he managed to focus on her again, she stood over him tall and commanding. Completely naked. For some reason, that didn’t seem strange.

  ‘Are you going to fuck me?’ he asked as she knelt to unbutton his shirt. It bothered him how badly he hoped she would. Surly he should be thinking only of Darlene.

  ‘Possibly.’

  With a hand he seemed to have little control over, he cupped the witch’s full breasts, his thumb lingering over the heavy press of her nipples. He wanted to taste, but he couldn’t lift his head from the pillows. He managed to raise his hips as she undid his trousers and eased them down over his butt. His balls felt full. His cock stood thick and stiff like the trees outside the window.

  It was hard to tell what was real and what was just the result of the spell, and he was well past caring when Sally squatted over his face. She splayed her pussy, smoothed her creaminess onto her fingers and brought it his lips. Her fragrance penetrated the fog. As she slipped her fingers into his mouth, he suckled her taste, breathed her fragrance, and everything became clear, sharply focused.

  ‘Remember now,’ she spoke inside his head. ‘See clearly, more clearly than you saw the first time. Remember Darlene, be with her again. Pay attention.’

  He had worked late. He thought he was alone in the building until he heard sounds down the hall. He figured it was the pipes groaning. Abacus Accounting was in an old building. But pipes didn’t giggle.

  How could it have been only three weeks ago? His desire for Darlene filled him so completely it was as though he had never not wanted her.

  He pushed back from his computer listening, holding his breath. Sure enough someone somewhere was giggling. On tiptoe, he moved down the hallway past his boss’s darkened office toward the conference room, with its big window and vertical blinds, incongruous in the 19th century building.

  Through the cracks in the carelessly drawn blinds, he could see the HR manager, Ted Engels, in the chair at the head of the mahogany table. Spread in front of him, like the business of the day was Darlene. She sat splay-legged, skirt hiked over her hips to reveal the exquisite pillows of her pale bottom.

  She wore black suspenders with a matching bra, which Ted had pushed off her shoulders along with the black silk blouse. Movie star breasts, crowned with large peek-a-boo nipples, spilled over the rumpled lace, rising and falling with excited breath. One hand curled in Ted’s mussed hair, the other braced against the table.

  Mick’s hands found the quickest route to his fly, releasing his heavy cock. Jealousy tinged voyeurism making his arousal sharp edged and tense. He had wanted Darlene since she joined the billing department two months ago. She was perfection, slender yet curvy, large blue eyes, ripe fruit lips displayed against a sweet cream complexion and all curtained in a lush tumble of blonde hair. He wasn’t alone in his lust. All of the men at Abacus wanted her.

  As Ted pulled away, Mick got a glimpse of her smoothly shaved pussy, every fold of it, every bud of it displayed for worship. There was no mistaking Ted’s piety as he fumbled to free his cock while she whimpered in a little girl voice, begging him to fuck her.

  But Ted was no match for a goddess. He only managed a few hard thrusts before he grunted out his wad and cursed his frustration. Caught in the throes of his release, he didn’t see Darlene roll her eyes in irritation.

  ‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I couldn’t hold back,’ he gasped when he could finally speak again.

  ‘It’s all right, Ted.’ Her words were tightly wrapped in a forced smile. ‘Just finger me until I come.’

  Still struggling for breath, he pulled out of her pussy, plopped down in the chair and began awkwardly stroking her.

  As Mick dug in his pocket for a handkerchief, about to come himself, he realised Darlene’s gaze was locked on him, her mouth curled in a wicked smile. He came then, jerking and straining with less dignity than he would have preferred. She watched, licking full lips with a hungry pink tongue.

  It was all so vivid, as though the witch had transported him back in time. He could even smell his own humid semen as he filled the handkerchief, knowing that Darlene saw him watching her, knowing that she watched him come while she smiled and licked her lips and …

  Suddenly it was as though someone had poured ice on his cock. He blinked hard and looked again. Surely he was wrong. Darlene’s exquisite tongue flicked over an angry dark canker disfiguring her upper lip.

  Then he was racing down the hall toward the men’s room. He could feel it. He knew it was there. In the mirror, it glared back at him, a canker on his own lip, swollen and virulent. Even as he saw it, some part of him shouted in his head it wasn’t real. This wasn’t how it happened. Darlene was perfect!

  He came to himself with a start, hand darting to his mouth, reassuring himself that it was free of blemish.

  ‘What did you do? What did you do to me?’ he gasped.

  Still naked, Sally lay at his side, resting her head on her arm as she studied him. ‘I’ve done nothing but watch you. It’s your spell, not mine. What happened?’

  ‘Nothing. Nothing happened,’ he lied. ‘It was just so vivid.’

  She offered him a tolerant smile. ‘Whatever didn’t happen, didn’t do your hard-on any good.’

  He looked down at his penis resting insignificantly against his balls and blushed. ‘It’s just disturbing, that’s all. I’ve never had magic done to me before.’

  She chuckled softly. ‘A clarity spell is only a minor discomfort, Mick. A love spell is disturbing.’ She ran a hand down his belly, and his cock responded to her touch. ‘Do you want to continue?’

  ‘Of course I do.’

  ‘Then let’s do something about this.’ She cupped his balls and gave his rapidly expanding cock a stroke. She lowered her lips to his chest and wreathed his nipples with her warm tongue until they were bullet-hard, then she trailed kisses over his stomach to where the soft down below his navel joined his pubic curls. ‘This is sex magic,’ she whispered against his cock. ‘One has to be excited for sex magic to work. It’s another way of making those boundaries permeable.’ With that, she took him into her mouth clear up to his balls.

  He caught his breath and arched against her. Jesus, was this a part of the spell? Could she really be making him feel so good? Whatever she was doing with her tongue, he never wanted her to stop. He curled his fingers in her hair, and noticed it was the same colour as the candle flames.

  But just when he could have happily stayed in the tree house room with Sally Haddon, he heard her voice inside his head. ‘Find Darlene again. Observe her. See her clearly.’

  Once again he was at work. He had come to the break room for coffee. Darlene and the heavy-set secretary from billing chatted at a corner table.

  He felt like a teenager with a crush. His chest ached, his balls tightened. In his peripheral vision, there was a dark shadow over her upper lip, but as she looked up at him and smiled, he was relieved to see only her perfect kissable mouth.

  She spoke softly to the other woman, but he heard every word, like she whispered it in his ear. ‘Ted’s cock’s big enough, but the man’s got no stamina and no imagination.’

  The secretary chuckled. ‘You must really wear him out.
He looks like the walking dead these days.’

  Darlene shrugged. ‘Told you he has no stamina.’

  Mick felt his ears burn with sympathy for Ted. He wondered why he didn’t remember any of this from before.

  ‘Oh, Mick,’ Darlene called over her shoulder. His heart flip-flopped. He dribbled hot coffee across the top of his hand. ‘Some of us are going for drinks after work. Wanna join us?’

  A dozen Abacus employees shared several pitchers of margaritas that evening. Darlene ignored Ted and flirted with Ben Taylor, the head of billing. He was married, surely no competition.

  But when Darlene excused herself to the bathroom, and Ben followed, Mick felt the acid sting of jealousy in his chest. When he could stand it no longer, he excused himself to the maze of hallways that led to the rest rooms. He never got that far.

  A shushing sound drew his attention to the door of a store room standing ajar. Holding his breath, he tiptoed closer. He could hear soft moans and grunts. Cautiously he peeked inside.

  There was Ben Taylor, trousers down, pale bare arse muscles clenching as he pistoned Darlene’s upturned cunt. She was bent over, one hand pinching an exposed nipple, the other tweaking her clit. ‘That’s it. Jesus that’s it! Fuck me hard,’ she breathed.

  Mick’s cock felt like hot lead in his trousers as he watched.

  ‘I’m coming!’ she rasped. ‘Oh God, I’m coming.’

  With an expansive grunt and a quiver up his spine, Ben came too. As the pair collapsed on to a heap of tarpaulins next to a stack of crates, Darlene turned just enough to catch sight of Mick. He froze, his cock went limp. Her mouth was distorted not only by a festered canker, but by teeth grown sharp and too big for lips curled back in a sneer.

  Mick felt his own distorted mouth, tasted blood where the sharp edge of his misshapen teeth grazed his lip.

  He shoved his way out of the dream world and sat up like he was spring-loaded, sucking oxygen. A thin sheen of icy sweat smeared his body. ‘What the hell did you do? You made her ugly. She’s not. She’s beautiful, wonderful.’ He tasted blood.

  ‘Give me a mirror,’ he gasped, fighting back nausea. ‘Jesus! Give me a mirror!’

  Sally offered him a silver gilt hand mirror along with a tissue. ‘You bit your lip while you were under. It happens sometimes.’

  Sure enough, there was a small tooth mark from his normal teeth in his normal mouth. It was seeping blood. The visceral sense of relief passed, and he fumbled for his clothes. ‘I’ve had enough. Break the spell, undo it. I don’t care how, just stop it.’

  ‘It’s already broken.’ She stood and slipped into a robe. Even in his agitated state, he was sorry. He’d grown used to her nakedness. He felt strangely bereft without that intimacy. She extinguished the candles one by one. Outside a heavy moon hung over the trees.

  Mick drifted through the next few days in a fog. He thought about Sally lying naked, watching him dream, about the way she had cleared his head with her scent, with her taste, with her touch. He shook the memory away. He didn’t want to think about her. He had known what he wanted before Sally Haddon. There had been certainty. Now there was none.

  Sally promised the spell was broken, and yet the world seemed different, darker somehow. Except when he thought of her. Strange that. She was the cause of his disquiet. He should be outraged at her. Instead there were butterflies in his chest when he thought of her.

  He went to the break room for coffee, but there was none. Cursing to himself, he set about making a fresh pot. At the corner table two secretaries chatted. The heavy-set one he had overheard talking with Darlene, spoke quietly. ‘His wife took the kids and went home to her mother in Manchester.’

  ‘That’s too bad,’ the secretary from accounts said. ‘Ben loves his kids so much.’

  Mick held his breath and listened.

  ‘But he’s not willing to give up Darlene,’ the heavy set one said.

  Mick’s stomach dropped to the floor, as the secretary continued, oblivious to him. ‘Thing is, he doesn’t have Darlene. You saw what she did to Ted Engels.’

  The accounts secretary shook her head. ‘Poor Ben. He’s too naïve to see it.’

  Mick left without coffee. For the rest of the day he buried himself in work. Somewhere in the swirl of numbers and accounts that kept his mind off things, he looked up to find everyone else had gone home. But he didn’t want to go home. He wanted to go to Sally Haddon, but he doubted she’d be very happy to see him as rude as he’d been to her. He kept working.

  ‘Burning the midnight oil, are we?’ He turned to find Darlene standing with one hand on the perfect curve of her hip, the other blocking the exit of his cubicle.

  His heart bounced in his chest, and he struggled to return his gaze to his spread sheet. ‘Always work to be done.’ He hoped she didn’t hear his pulse hammering in his voice.

  ‘Isn’t there just.’

  He could see her reflection in his monitor as she watched him. The downward curl of her lips said she didn’t appreciate him looking at anything that wasn’t her. He saw the impatient heave of her breasts before she pushed her way in, grabbed his chair and swivelled it around until he was looking down the gaping front of her blouse. Then she gave his cock a solicitous stroke through his trousers.

  Before he could do anything more than gasp, she took his mouth, lips parted, tongue insinuating itself between his teeth. No canker, no sharp teeth, he struggled to reassure himself while she nibbled his bottom lip.

  She came up for air. ‘I’ve seen you watching me. I know what you want.’ She lifted her skirt until he could see her smooth knickerless cunt. But the cubical lighting played tricks on his eyes giving her skin a rough green tint. He blinked and tried to push her away, but she spread her legs and parked her bare pussy on his lap against his crotch, which should have been bursting at the seam. Isn’t this exactly what he wanted? Why wasn’t he hard?

  She guided his hand inside her blouse against the swell of her breast, the place he’d fantasised about touching, licking, sucking. But the smooth skin he had imagined was rough, scaly. His stomach churned. As he struggled to pull free, he caught their reflection in the monitor, cankered lips, teeth grown large and jagged, skin discoloured. With an effort that nearly ended with her on her arse, he fought his way up from the chair with her cursing in surprise.

  Just then Ben called from down the hall. ‘Darlene? Honey? I’m ready.’

  She straightened her clothes.

  ‘The man has kids,’ Mick said.

  She looked up from buttoning her blouse. ‘So?’

  He stood looking at her once again beautiful face. ‘Watching you was wrong. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.’ He grabbed his jacket and pushed past her, catching a glimpse of teeth and canker in his peripheral vision. Just before he turned to go, he caught sight of his own face reflected in the monitor. It was smooth and pink except for the hint of stubble.

  Sally answered the door in her robe. Before she could speak, Mick scooped her into his arms and kissed her. To his delight, she was responsive and warm. When she pulled away, he spoke in a rush. ‘The spell? You’re sure it’s broken?’

  ‘Positive.’

  He felt an icy chill. ‘Then what did I just experience at work with Darlene?’

  She led him upstairs while he told her what had happened in breathless, run-on sentences. Still talking, he followed her inside the circle. As she lit candles, he savoured the air effervescing against his fragile pink ordinary skin.

  ‘Is Darlene some kind of monster?’

  ‘There are creatures that survive on sex, some human, some not.’ Sally slipped out of her robe, and his cock surged in response. ‘Our bodies bear the flaws of our souls.’ As she spoke, she undressed him. ‘If we can see our flaws, we can work to heal them. The danger lies in not being able to see.’

  ‘Then what I saw was real?’

  ‘Oh it was real all right, Mick. Just not everyone is able to see.’

  ‘Did you know?’

&n
bsp; ‘I suspected. I’m a witch, remember?’

  He looked around at the lit candles. ‘Why the circle?’ He forced a laugh. ‘Do I need an exorcism?’

  She held his gaze. ‘The circle is a safe place for a love spell.’

  ‘I don’t want a love spell! Not after what’s happened.’ He stepped away from her nearly falling backward over the cushions, but she caught his hand and steadied him.

  ‘Mick, the love spell has already been cast. You cast it the first moment you lusted for Darlene just like Ted and Ben did. Just like Darlene did on all of you.’

  ‘Jesus!’ He sat down hard atop the cushions fearing for a second that he might pass out.

  ‘Love spells need no witch. They need only the power of human desire. Every day people cast love spells unknowingly. Some are harmless, some are beautiful with astonishing results. Others are devastating, as you’ve just seen.’

  ‘Then what happens now?’

  Sally sat down next to him and shoved his shirt off his shoulders. ‘You willingly faced your flaws. That’s a powerful defence, powerful enough to break Darlene’s spell. That was the key. When you arrived, you were already steeped in Darlene’s magic.’ He yielded as she slid his trousers and boxers off and tossed them aside. ‘Then while you were here, you didn’t realise, but you cast another love spell.’

  ‘Wait a minute, how could I have …’

  She kissed him, lingering until his whole body tingled with the want of her. Then she guided his hand down to cup her pubis, and as she arched against his fingers with a soft grunt, he understood.

  She whispered against his mouth. ‘I assume you’ve come back so we can shape that spell into something a little less flawed and something a lot more yummy.’

  He breathed in the honeyed scent of her as he stroked and probed her slippery folds. Just when he thought she was about to come, she pulled away and buried her face against his cock, tonguing the underside, making him squirm and writhe in the cushions before she took him fully into her mouth and moved up and down the shaft like a tight fist.

  ‘Are you gonna fuck me?’ he gasped.