Abracadabra

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Abracadabra

ISBN #978-0-85715-342-5

©Copyright Ashley Ladd 2010

Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright November 2010

Edited by Andrea Grimm

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Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated
Total-e-burning.

ABRACADABRA

Ashley Ladd

Dedication

To everybody who’s ever been unjustly accused.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

McDonald’s: McDonald’s Corporation

Planet Earth: K-2 Corporation 

Chapter One

Savannah ‘Savi’ Davis warmed up for her Tae Kwan Do session by doing forty jumping jacks, followed by forty push-ups, then forty squats and finally forty leg lifts. Then came the leg stretches. How she used to hate the way they seemed to tear her muscles, how they made her cringe in pain, but now that she was getting limber, she loved to stretch her legs far and wide, almost straight out like a karate master. Dreams of achieving her black belt aside, this exercise not only helped her to kick higher and harder, it helped her to stretch in incredibly hot sexual positions.

The stretching like this reminded Savi of the steamy sex she’d indulged in with her lover Mark right here in this studio. Mark who made her panties wet. Mark who made her tremble with wanton desire. Mark who made her erupt with the most dynamite orgasms of her twenty-nine years. Mark who was now incarcerated.

Although Mark wasn’t here, memories of him still made her wet.
At least her panties would be wet…if she wore any. At times like this when she missed her lover with every molecule of her being, she didn’t choose to wear panties, just her white cotton slacks. If some hottie saw the shadow of her bush, the slit of her pussy, it only made her sizzle hotter. Sometimes just their hot, lustful looks made her come without Mark’s huge cock rocking in and out of her or even the aid of her own fingers.

The slightly scratchy material, in particular the inseam, rubbed against her clit and she threw back her head and moaned in delight. Her long hair caught back in a high ponytail tickled her back, especially the bare midriff where her T-shirt hiked up.

Mr. Lee, her Tae Kwon Do instructor, tossed her a warning frown and she caught several classmates sneaking furtive glances at her in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that displayed the entire studio. She didn’t care if the women’s glances held censure for the men’s held anything but. They reminded her of Mark’s sweltering stares, his burning eyes and his hot and ready response. God, she missed her Mark.

She loved the Tae Kwon Do studio, in particular because she’d met Mark here when she started her karate training. He’d been her first partner and as a second-degree black-belt, he’d given her private tutelage, sometimes even after hours at the studio as he assisted the master. This place was a storehouse of awesome memories.

A soft, dreamy smile curved her lips. Lost in her own world, she continued her stretching exercises as if on auto pilot.

“The
other right
, Miss Davis,” Mr. Lee called out just like Mark used to, when she rolled into her neighbour’s space.

Mark…
Everything reminded her of her Mark.

She shot an apologetic smile to the green-belt scowling at her, then moved back into her own space. Still, she had trouble getting her mind off Mark.

Closing her eyes, she pretended Mark was beside her. The scent of musky sweat permeating the studio and infusing her uniform, and the steady, sexy beat of the workout music, all worked together to enhance her mesmerising fantasy.

She forgot where she was as she slipped into another world, to one where she and Mark, who had been her first Tae Kwon Do master, had the studio all to themselves, where they gyrated in time to the beat of the sensual music belting through the studio. She recalled how they performed their own quasi-Tae Kwon Do routine, part karate, part animalistic dance.

She rifled back and swung her leg inside for a right crescent kick high above Mark’s head.

Mark rifled back and kicked high over her head. Of course his kick was much sharper, much higher, much more graceful.

She wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him.

Mark pulled a mock frown and planted stern fists on his rock hard hips. “That’s not how you show respect to your master, Miss Davis.”

“No?” She tried to bite back a naughty smile, to hide her next surprise move, but the mischievous thing kept popping out around the corners of her lips. She cursed herself that she’d not yet adopted the strict discipline of a master.

“Hee yah!” She hopped on her right foot and kicked high and hard frontward with her left, perfectly aimed at her fantasy man’s broad chest, intending to throw him to the mat.

Deftly as if he’d performed karate since before he could toddle, Mark sidestepped her assault, caught her leg and held it even as she swayed precariously. “What do you call this manoeuvre?”

Savi tried to free her leg. “Getting one up on you.”

Mark pursed his lips and nodded. “Down and dirty.” With an impassioned stare, his gaze zeroed in on her crotch. “Ah, I see you aren’t wearing panties again.”

She grunted. “No, Sir. You ordered me not to wear them.”

He continued to stare at her pussy, as if he could see straight through the thin cotton material. His thick moustache twitched. “Did I give the order to put your panties on?”

“No, Sir!” And she hoped he wouldn’t. Mark never did so she knew tonight wouldn’t be any different—except if he decided to tease her back.

He trailed his fingertips down the inside of her thigh, so slowly she wanted to scream. He paused a couple of of inches from her pussy and rubbed small circles on her tingling thigh.

About to go crazy with the raging inferno stoking inside, she twisted grotesquely and lost her footing. She fell backward to the mat. Crooking her knee around his arm, she tried to pull him down with her.

But Mark merely let loose her leg and let her flop. Then he spread his feet in parade rest position and towered over her laughing.

Laughing!

Just as he began to lift his foot to imprison her and declare victory, she bridged up and leapt to her feet. Whirling around, she yelled, “Ee-ya!” and pushed him back several feet on the mat with a wicked three punch. Then she did a small bow and tossed him a mischievous smile when surprise lit his eyes. “Why so shocked? I’m learning from the master.”

He squared his muscular shoulders. “I’m not a master, yet.”

“You’re my instructor and the master of my heart, body and soul. You’ll be an official master soon. I have complete confidence.”

“Such high praise from a cameo belt who shuns wearing underwear when in uniform.” He wrestled with a smile then bounced back and forth in front of her, his fists protecting his face. “Bring it.”

Oh, she’d bring it, all right and she’d love every naughty moment. “You’re asking for it.”

“Because I want it.”

She tried to bite back an eager grin. He perspired but he hadn’t had a strenuous enough work out to be perspiring so she knew he was hot and bothered. Still, she longed to hear him spell it out. “How badly do you want it?”

He crooked his hands and beckoned her to him. “I want it bad.”

“As bad as I want it?”

“Worse.”

No one could want it worse than she wanted it. Feeling like a warrior ballerina she pivoted and cart wheeled twice over. After that she somersaulted to the opposite side of the room. She turned back to Mark and performed two flying, twirling kicks. Then she did a round off and landed square in front of him perfectly on both feet.

Mark clapped and pride gleamed in his eyes. “I give that a nine-point-five.”

Scowling, she drew her brows together and tilted her chin so that she gazed fully into his darkening eyes. “Only a nine-point-five? But that was a perfect landing.”

“But your crotch is wet.”

She glanced down at her pants, lowered herself to the floor, spread her legs wide and lifted them. “So it is.” Licking her lips, she lifted a very sultry gaze to his and held it. “I should earn extra points for that, at least an eleven-point-five.”

Smirking, he bent down and peered between her legs. “Spread your legs further. This requires further inspection.”

Rolling her eyes, she rested on her shoulders and lifted her hips off the mat. She stretched further until her thighs burned. “Can you see better now?”

“Ah, much better. I’ll award you a fifteen. A perfect score plus five bonus points for such a ravishing pussy.”

“This ravishing pussy wants to be ravished.” She quivered wantonly and lay back down on the mat. She wiggled her fingers at him. “Bring it.”

He tented his brow even as he lowered himself to the mat. “Tsk-tsk. The student orders about the master?”

She nodded and winked. “It’s my turn to rate you.”

He froze above her, one hand holding his weight on the mat. “Rate me on what?”

“Your cock, of course.” She propped herself up on an elbow and reached for his groin. She slid her hand along his thigh and stopped short of the raging bulge in his slacks.

“My cock?” He glanced down at his crotch. “Shouldn’t you be able to see it to judge it?”

“You didn’t get a good look at my naked pussy before you rated it.”

He sat back on his haunches and crossed his arms over his chest. “Uhm. Point well taken. Lift your legs.”

Quivering, she lifted her legs high. She wasn’t surprised or disappointed when he tugged off her slacks and tossed them off the mat. Or when he spread her legs wide and leant in for close inspection.

“Well?” She arched her hips higher, thrusting her pussy closer to his face. “Don’t I rate higher than a fifteen?”

 He bent lower, placing his nose against her slit. “Nice perfume. Jasmine?”

“Uhm, hm. Your favourite.”