The urge to do evil things had changed. She still wanted to be wicked but the desire to hex the woodsmen had disappeared completely.
“We should head home.” Glen glanced at the darkening sky. “It’s getting late.”
“You could come to my house,” Malicia blurted. She blinked and looked up at the woodsmen. She had no idea if they would even want to come to her house. They probably did this every day—finding strange women in the forest and fucking them into insensibility. “Or not,” she said with a shrug.
“Is this the house with the famous garden?” Forrest asked.
She pushed her shoulders back and raised her chin. “Yes.” She was very proud of her garden.
“Well, then, how can we resist the invitation?”
“Can we get something to eat?” Glen asked. “I’m craving salad.”
She stuck her tongue out at Forrest then smiled at Glen. “As it happens, I have this incredible lettuce that you have to try.”
Epilogue
Two weeks later…
Malicia glared into the back garden. “She’s back. That bitch!” She pounded her tiny fists on the counter.
“What is it, baby?” Glen drawled, his voice like a caress to her clit. A delicious shiver ran through her core but she ignored it.
“That woman from next door. She’s in my garden, stealing my lettuce!”
“Honey…” The scrape of Forrest’s chair as he pushed back from the table sent a sharp warning through her. “We’ve talked about this. It’s only lettuce.” He stepped up behind her, his arms and strength surrounding her.
“But it’s the principle of the thing. She’s stealing from me and I’m a wicked witch.” Knowing it would do no good but needing the outlet, Malicia stomped her foot on the hardwood floor.
“Honey,” Forrest warned. “We’ve been through this. If you hex your neighbors—”
“Or threaten to hex them,” Glen added.
“You will be punished.”
“Well, then you’re just going to have to punish me.” She lifted her chin in defiance. She was a wicked witch and would always be and—
Forrest spun her around and shoved her forward until her hands rested on the kitchen table. Before she could catch her breath, he’d started—smart, stinging taps to her naked backside.
Each stroke burned. The heat poured through her skin and settled in her pussy.
“That’s it. Damn, her ass looks good pink,” Glen murmured.
“And she loves it. Her cunt’s soaking wet with just a few strokes.”
As if Glen needed to confirm for himself, he slid his hand between her thighs, teasing her pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. She pressed up on her tiptoes, trying to avoid the tickling caress.
“You know trying to escape your punishment will just make it worse.”
“How could it be worse?” The question came out as a gasp as Glen spanked her already sore ass.
“We could fuck you and not let you come.”
“Nooo!”
Forrest chuckled. “Then be a good girl and let Glen finger your cunt.”
She spread her legs, holding herself still while Forrest gave her two more smacks and Glen flicked his finger across her clit. The tiny caress sent a jolt of need into her pussy.
“Please.” She rocked back, offering her ass for more—spanking, fucking, she didn’t care which.
“Are you going to be a good girl? No hexing the neighbors?”
“For today.”
She straightened enough to look at her lovers and saw the surprised looks on their faces.
“Well, I am a wicked witch. You can’t expect me to promise never to hex again.”
The two men looked at each other.
“She’s got a point.”
“But she’s not getting away without another punishment,” Forrest announced. “On your knees, honey.”
A strange sensation, almost like innocence, coursed through her body and she sank to her knees. She knew she wouldn’t always follow their commands but in this, she was more than eager to comply.
“I’ll take her mouth,” Glen said. He sat at the table and opened his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. Malicia licked her lips, more than ready to taste him.
She knelt between Glen’s spread thighs. He slid his hand along her hair, stroking the silky strands. Sweet affection swelled in her chest and she turned her head to kiss the inside of his wrist.
“So sweet,” he murmured.
“And so going to get fucked,” Forrest said.
She did her best to crush her smile, not wanting them to know how much she loved her “punishments”.
There were few preliminaries. Glen placed his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place as Forrest knelt behind her.
“We already know her pussy’s drenched,” he said.
“With our slut, I think she’s always wet,” Glen agreed.
She didn’t get a chance to protest. Forrest placed the head of his cock to her entrance and plunged forward, sinking into her in one solid stroke.
Malicia gasped as Forrest slammed his cock deep inside her. Glen took advantage of her open mouth and slipped his thick rod between her lips. Her ass burned from Forrest’s spanking and the steady penetration of both cocks made her groan.
Forrest didn’t stop. He drove into her, hard and deep.
She cried out, the cock in her mouth serving as a gag.
“So slick and tight.”
The hands on her shoulders slid up her neck to the back of her head. “Get to work, baby. Let me feel how much you want my dick in your mouth.”
The words and petting strokes to her hair pulled the desire through her body and she moaned, sucking hard as she retreated, stopping with the head resting against her lips. She flicked her tongue across the lower curve then lowered, taking him as deep as she could.
It took a few strokes for them to coordinate but soon they were fucking in rhythm.
Sensation overwhelmed her and she rocked, suspended between two delicious cocks. Rough fingers slid through her hair, holding her in place as Glen slowly fucked her mouth, protecting her from taking him too deep as Forrest pumped his cock into her pussy.
She groaned, loving, craving every sensation. They rocked her between them. The only consideration to her vulnerable state was Glen making sure she didn’t choke on his cock, but beyond that, they fucked her. Hard.
Forrest reached around and flicked his finger against her clit, rubbing in time to his cock pounding her cunt. Her body, tuned to these two men, sensitized from days of powerful, seductive loving, rose fast. She cried out as the bright orgasm shot into her core.
“Think she’s learned her lesson?” Forrest asked as he thrust deep.
“God, I hope not,” Glen moaned in response.
Her mouth was full so she couldn’t smile, but yeah…if this was her punishment, she was going to be wicked for a long, long time.
About Tielle St. Clare
Tielle (pronounced “teal”) St. Clare has had a life-long love of romance novels. She began reading romances in the 7th grade when she discovered Victoria Holt novels and began writing romances at the age of sixteen (during Trigonometry, if the truth be told). During her senior year in high school, the class dressed up as what they would be in twenty years—Tielle dressed as a romance writer. When not writing romances, Tielle has worked in public relations and video production for the past twenty years. She moved to Alaska when she was seven years old in 1972 when her father was transferred with the military. Tielle believes romances should be hot and sexy with a great story and fun characters.
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