He loved when she got playful like this. The wicked gleam in her eye as she told him exactly what and how she wanted to be pleasured, knowing full well he was powerless to deny her. Her power over him was one he fully accepted, revealed in, even. Just as she understood he too could demand obedience in an instant from her, should the mood strike. They fit so well together it seemed the gods had this planned all along just for their amusement.
About half an hour later the phone buzzed again in his pocket and even though he knew he’d regret it, he pulled it out to check it. “How cold is a witch’s tit?” The phone buzzed again in his hand as he was reading the text. She’d sent a picture to go with the odd question. Almost letting out a groan, he could only stare at a close up picture of her nipple, her dark red painted nails holding an ice cube over it. A drop of water just about to run down the side of her creamy white breast. She was trying to kill him, that had to be it. He wondered if he should slip out the side door and just leave before he embarrassed himself, only realizing to stand up now he would anyway. Better to give himself a few minutes to calm down and than try to duck out early. With great self control he forced himself to listen to each word from the speaker. Almost wrapping up now and never more happy to leave a meeting, he heard ice clink in the glass from the table next to him. Instantly he could see that picture in his mind and just as quickly his body reacted again. Damn her, he thought, she must have done a spell to get that to happen just to keep him thinking of it on the drive home.
Grateful for the large packet of information from the meeting that could be held just right, he quickly made his way out of the room and to the carpark. He was so distracted with thoughts of her when he got in the car, he failed to notice the faint smell of vanilla until he was pulling out to the street. Just as he was reaching for the phone to call her and let her know he was finally on his way, it hit him. Turning his head he sniffed again and saw the small white box on the passenger seat. Pulling over so fast the car behind honked at his sudden movement, he reached for it before coming to a stop. Opening the box to find a keycard for the hotel he had just left and a note:
On this day and in this hour — You fall under this Witch’s power.
As of now until the next rising sun — You are mine for my will to be done.
On your knees you shall start — To bring me pleasure as my legs you part.
There will be no time for you to rest — As you will also feast at my breast.
You will have all night to please me well — Just to try to break this Witch’s spell.
Come to me now in room 303 — As I will, so mote it be.
He had to read this note through three times to make sure he’d really read what it said. A quick look in the rearview mirror and he pulled back into traffic, around the corner and back into the carpark. Grabbing the keycard and note he almost fell out of the car in his hurry to get to her. He made his way to the elevators debating if running up the stairs might not be faster.
Standing outside the door of room 303 he waited a moment to try and get his breathing under control. The door opened quietly. Candles were the only light, set out on just about every surface giving the room a flickering glow. He walked in a little further looking for his witch when he heard water gently splashing from the bath. Following the sound he saw her reclining in the clawfoot tub covered in bubbles. One bare knee raised up out, a chilled glass of champagne at her lips as her head rests against the back. The smell of the fragrant bubble bath mingled with the steam filling the room. Candles flicker in here as well, their light reflecting in the mirror to double the effect. Smiling as he walked in to sit on the side of the tub, his hand trailing through the bubbles to skim over her knee. Looking deeply into his eyes she lowers her leg back under the water and hands him her glass. Taking a long sip of the chilled wine before he leans down and kisses her. Her eyes captivating him with their color and power.
“Should I join you in there or are you ready to get out?” He asked as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“There is plenty of room in here for you if it is not too hot for you.” Her voice was like velvet as she still held him with her eyes. Holding out her hand, he refilled the flute from the ice bucket next to the tub and gave it back to her.
Knowing she wanted to watch him get undressed had him going slower, teasing out each movement. Pulling the dress shirt back and down his muscular chest and shoulders as her eyes fired up. With one hand he unbuckled his belt and slid it out loop by loop and caught it with his other hand as it finally pulled loose. Casually folding the belt over and giving it a little snap had her breath catch, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip before catching it in her teeth. Did he hear a little moan there too? Setting the belt, folded as it was, on the counter he unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them followed by his shorts. Stepping on the toe of his socks to remove them without having to break eye contact before stepping into the bubble filled tub opposite his witch.
Sliding into the warmth, his long legs reaching all the way up to her sides. She moved her legs in between his as he felt her foot gently rubbing against him. Knowing he was already on edge and wanting this to go on for sometime, he picked her foot up. Sliding his wet hand up her leg and back he begins to use his thumbs to rub the arch of her foot. Switching to her other foot he smiled as he watched her eyes flutter closed with a sigh of ecstasy from the foot rub. Working his way further up her legs as slowly as he can manage as she sipped and watched him. Soon the water had started to cool and her glass was empty. He knew it was time to move this to the other room however, there was one more thing he needed to do.
Leaning forward and taking her hands to help her lean up towards him. He used his big hands to cup water to pour over her breasts letting the last of the remaining bubbles wash off. Helping her stand he guided her to sit on the edge of the tub as he stayed on his knees. Reaching for the bottle he poured the bubbly chilled champagne over her nipples. Her squeal of shock quickly changed to a sharp intake of breath as his tongue began lapping up the liquid. Drawing in each breast as much as he could while his hands held each globe up for the attention. Tipping the bottle once more over each breast he stayed on his knees and feasted. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance as her head dropped back in pleasure. Teeth, tongue, lips, fingers and hands all working together to bring her to the first of many climaxes he had planned for her this night. Stepping out of the tub together he turned her as he wrapped her in a thick towel that had been laying on the warming bar. Grabbing another for himself he picked up the ice bucket and followed her out of the bath.