ServingNicole (3 page)

He lessened the pressure to back up his threat but she
covered his hand with hers and held it against herself. “No, please. I can do
this. Don’t stop.” Her body vibrated from head to toe but she couldn’t tell if
it was from the state of cliff-hanging arousal or the emotional onslaught from
him.

“You have to do it all at the same time, Nicole. Focus on my
touch and how it excites you and use that energy to build a wall against all
the stuff coming from me that you
don’t
want to deal with. Focus on my
hand massaging your breast, rolling your nipple. Think about my fingers playing
with your pussy, sliding your own cream over your clit and dipping back into
your crevice for more. There’s nothing more important than the pleasure I’m
giving you.”

He ran his tongue up to her ear and nibbled her lobe. His
warm breath tickling her ear made her shiver in his arms. But she did as he had
instructed. She concentrated on his hands and mouth, touching, stroking and
teasing. Her arousal grew more demanding the harder she focused.

The length of his cock nestled in the crack of her ass and
rubbed up and down, promising her what she needed if she could just do as she
was told. She visualized the big, stiff erection ramming into her cunt and in a
blink she was able to put a section of his emotions behind a wall and keep them
there.

The fingers slipping in and out of her slit took on a
purposeful rhythm and she parted her legs a bit more. She felt him inside and
out, playing in a way so arousing she could barely stand. The heel of his palm
rubbed her clit, up and down, round and round, and with each second she found
it easier to concentrate on his hands and what he was doing to her body while
closing off more and more of his irrelevant feelings.

All she needed was a little more and, just by having the
thought, she got her wish. His massage homed in on her clitoris and the pace
picked up, making her so weak with desire his other hand abandoned her breast
in order to hold her up at her waist.

She was so close to climaxing, yet she couldn’t get there.
Suddenly, she remembered what he had said. She’d focused on the pleasure and
blocked out everything else, but she wasn’t supposed to shut out his desire. He
had referred to it as their
shared
desire. She kept a part of her mind
on how his hand and fingers moved, keeping her on the edge, and psychically
reached out to him. The instant she found his desire, she latched on to it and
bound it to hers, doubling the sensation, doubling the need for release.

She whimpered aloud and clutched his thighs as she shifted
her hips back and forth against his hand, knowing she was giving his cock a
good rubbing as well. She felt how her movements, as well as her own
excitement, aroused him to a desperate state but she was unable to do anything
to help him. All her thoughts and energy were focused on the way his fingers
expertly worked on her clit.

You can let go now, Nicole. It’s time for you to come for
me.

As though they were the most magickal words in the universe,
her body shuddered with a powerful orgasm that he kept going with stroke after
stroke after beautiful, satisfying stroke.

Nicole felt as if she were floating as he picked her up and
gently placed her on the bed. She expected him to remove the blindfold, but
apparently the
exercise
was still in progress. He arranged two pillows
under her bottom, causing her back to arch but he immediately made her more
comfortable by bending her knees. He spread her thighs and settled on the bed
between her legs. He’d positioned her so her mons was now displayed and easily
accessible to him.

And she didn’t feel the least embarrassed about it.

He leaned over her, kissed her nose, her mouth, her chin.
The length of his cock settled between her open nether lips. She would have
shifted her hips to give him a slick caress but her position made it nearly
impossible. He obviously still wanted to hold the reins. He kissed each
shoulder before moving his lips to one of her nipples. Slowly, he sucked it
into his mouth and simultaneously slid his erection up and down along her cunt.

Nicole gasped as pleasure leapt between the two sensitive
spots. She was both surprised and delighted to have her arousal heighten in a
heartbeat. She was more than ready to have his body join with hers and treat
him to a mind-blowing release, but he was intent on giving her other breast
equal time before moving lower. When he finally did, she moaned in protest when
his penis abandoned its nest. Then she gasped in ecstasy when his mouth
descended on her pussy.

His lips, tongue and teeth sucked, licked and nibbled her
sensitized flesh until she was certain she could take no more, yet a climax
hung just out of reach. She loved what he was doing with his mouth but she
wanted his penis and he was keeping that out of her reach as well.

Suddenly, she realized she’d been effortlessly holding the
block in place against the parts of his mind she didn’t want to feel. But the
part she
did
want to share—his desire—wasn’t there. He was blocking it
from her!

Driven by a need more intense than she’d known possible, she
mentally ripped away the block and was instantly overwhelmed by the powerful
desire he’d been holding at bay. The moment their needs came together, Brett
drove his cock into her cunt and she cried out with relief as he stretched and
filled her. When he partially withdrew and plunged forward again and again, she
was shocked to discover the increased excitement created by her tilted
position. His rigid penis repeatedly poked and stroked the bundle of nerves
inside her vagina at the same time as it grazed her clit.

She felt both his need and restraint as clearly as if it
were her own. Every time she flexed her muscles around that instrument of
supreme pleasure, he groaned with the effort it took not to immediately climax.

In the next shared, gasping breath came something more.
Their clawing need for orgasmic release began blending and coiling like two
snakes of fire, building in intensity with each crossing, and a whisper of fear
tiptoed in…until she heard him speak in her mind again.

Nicole, you need to say these words—I embrace my role as
a Daughter of the Elemental Goddesses
.

What she
needed
, almost more than life itself, was to
be allowed to climax. His cock steadily thrust and throbbed deep inside her
vagina, and her entire body trembled in response. And yet they hovered there,
on the brink of a sexual explosion. She felt his near frantic plea for her to
say the words and could not help but respond, “I embrace my role as a Daughter
of the Elemental Goddesses.”

I welcome all the abilities that are mine by divine
right, including the ability to control those gifts, talents and skills.

She homed in on the
ability to control
part and
willingly repeated the sentence.

I wish to become the alchemist I was destined to be.

She hesitated.

It’s all or nothing, Nicole Claret.
His penis drew
back and plunged forward again.

Hurriedly she repeated, “I wish to become the alchemist I
was destined to be.”

The restrained orgasm broke loose in the next heartbeat.
Nicole felt swept up in an electrical storm and hurled into space as her body
trembled with shock after shock of sparkling pleasure.

As the violent tremors of her climax racked through her, a
vision appeared in her mind—the coiled snakes of fire she’d sensed during her
building arousal rose up out of their bodies, burst into a mighty flame above
them and vanished in a puff of smoke, along with the ferocity of the orgasm.
For several delicious minutes afterward, her body hummed with sensation.

When she finally calmed, Brett moved the pillows, stretched
out beside her and removed the blindfold.

“Wow,” was the best description she could manage.

He gave her a soft kiss. “Wow yourself. And speaking of
wow…”

His gaze shifted to her abdomen where his finger traced a
curvy line from beneath her right breast, around her navel to her left hip and
back to the top of her pubic mound. Wherever his finger touched her skin
tingled. When he petted the spot on her lower tummy, without returning his eyes
to hers, she raised her head to see what he was so intrigued with.

To her utter shock, her abdomen was now decorated with a
tattoo of a slender black, red and yellow-ringed serpent.

Chapter Three

Nicole leapt from the bed and rushed to the mirror. She had
been wanting to get a tattoo for years, but never in her wildest imagination
had she thought of doing something like this. It was outrageous and a stunning
work of art. The colors and detail were beautiful, but she would have rather
had some say in it. “Did
you
do this?” she asked, trying to sound
annoyed but not quite managing it.

Brett propped up on one elbow and grinned. “Nope. But it
looks fantastic. Extremely
sexy
,” he said, emphasizing the beginning of
that word with a hiss. “With just the right amount of warning about how
dangerous you are.”

She twisted from side to side to see the artwork from
different angles. The snake’s head rested just above her pubis. At least its
eyes and mouth were closed. “But if you didn’t do this, how did it happen? Is
it permanent?”

His grin spread to a smile. “Oh, trust me, it’s permanent. I
think I’m a little jealous though. Mine only came in dark gray.”

She walked back to the bed, sat down and examined the snake
tattoo coiling around and down his arm. There was nothing unusual about the way
the tinted skin felt to her touch and yet it exuded an aura of strength. Hers,
on the other hand, was much more sensual. “I’d like an explanation please.”

“You and your damn explanations,” Brett teased. He sat up
with a pillow propped behind his back and drew her to his side. “Like yours,
mine appeared when I accepted my destiny. One of the signs of the alchemist is
the caduceus—”

“The medical staff with the serpent?”

“Exactly. Which is very appropriate because the other power
of an alchemist is healing.”

“You mean you can help the sick or take away pain?”

He frowned. “No. I can’t. Transmutation is my ability. But I
believe you can, or at least you’ll be able to. As an empath, you could feel
someone’s pain but since you couldn’t stand being in physical contact with
anyone, you couldn’t very well help them.”

“So you’ll be able to teach me how to do that? Heal people?”

He shook his head. “I can’t teach you what I don’t know how
to do. My job is more about…preparing you. The Shadowling library has thousands
of years of information compiled by other alchemists with the healing gift.
You’ll find everything from magick spells and making potions to surgical
procedures. And as your ability matures, you’ll write your journal and add it
to the library.”

Nicole’s mind was busy trying to assimilate everything he
said, but each sentence seemed to raise ten more questions. Finally, one
thought bubbled to the top of the muddle. “The Magician card! In tarot, the
first card is the Magician, but it’s sometimes called the Alchemist.”

He nodded. “Do you read the cards?”

“No, I just studied a whole lot of different things trying
to understand my ability. But I remember one of the symbols on the card is the
snake, sometimes wrapped around the Magician’s waist like a belt.”

“Right. It represents wisdom. The Magician is given the
whole gamut of powers and the snake is meant to help him use the powers
wisely.”

“Will I be able to do other things now, besides healing?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know yet. The females of the Sisterhood
are generally more powerful than the males who are bound—who are
in service
to them. We’ll just have to run a few more exercises to find out.” His grin was
a message of pure, unadulterated lust.

She raised her head to kiss his mouth as she trailed her
fingertips down his chest. “Well, I am definitely willing and eager to learn
and I did agree to do
anything
you told me…” Her hand continued downward
until she found the object she was still quite curious about. Not only had she
guessed correctly, she was delighted to learn just how big and thick his cock
was, even at rest. She wrapped her hand around it and got a twitch in response.
Apparently he wasn’t
completely
at rest.

She uncurled her fingers and went on to explore his balls
with a feathery touch. His penis swelled a bit more from her attention. She was
about to see how quickly he could regain his full glory when a disturbing
thought interrupted her seduction.

“Umm, Brett? I hate to mention this but, umm, I’m afraid,
between your sex magick
emanations
and our mutual chemistry, I didn’t
give a thought to protection.”

“You didn’t have to. I took care of it.”

She sat up so she could look him in the eye. “How?”

He fanned his fingers in front of her. “Transmutation comes
in handy for all sorts of things.”

She frowned at him. “Not funny.”

He sighed. “You’re the human lie detector. Am I telling you
the truth? Go ahead, poke around if you’d like.” He stared directly into her
eyes and gave her access.

She was very tempted to
poke around
but remembered
his comment about ethics and stopped when she had her answer about the
protection. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you.”

“It makes sense. You’re still thinking of me as a stranger.
But I know how to fix that too.” He got off the bed and pulled her to her feet.
“We’re going out.”

Nicole felt a stab of disappointment over his preference to
leave rather than stay in bed with her, but then she realized he was excited
over whatever they were about to do. She accepted Brett’s hand and he led her
to the balcony doors.

“Whoa,” she said, digging in her heels. “I’m barely used to
being naked in front of you. I’m not ready to parade around—”

He touched a finger to her lips. “Don’t worry. No one will
see you where we’re going. Now relax and close your eyes.”

She obeyed, though somewhat reluctantly. She heard the doors
open and stepped outside with him. She smelled the salty air coming off the
ocean but it felt hot and steamy, not at all like when she arrived at the manor
a short while ago. Her eyes opened without waiting for permission.

The ocean was there but it wasn’t the same. The rocky Maine
shoreline had been replaced by an expanse of white sand and, instead of oaks
and maple trees, there were coconut palms and dense tropical foliage. A
rough-hewn wooden deck scraped against her bare feet—not at all what she had
seen through the glass panels on the balcony doors.

Slowly she turned around. Instead of the oak and glass
double doors she had just passed through, there was a narrow doorway with a
canvas tarp pushed to one side. Beyond the opening was a minimally furnished
room.

Shadowling Manor was gone and in its place was a weathered,
one-room hut with a palm-frond roof and a covered porch. Not knowing what
question to ask first, she simply looked up at Brett and waited for him to
explain.

“Care for a swim? The water is perfect.”

He tugged her onto the sand but she refused to go beyond the
tide line without an explanation. “Just slow down there, Mister Wizard. What
the hell is going on? Where are we? What happened to the spooky mansion? How
did—”

Again he hushed her with a touch on her lips and smiled down
at her. “Do you have to have an explanation for everything? Look around you.
We’re in paradise. Can’t you just enjoy that?”

She made a face at him as she gave his questions serious
thought. “Nope. Not possible. Too many years spent on guard to just go with the
flow. I promise not to question the explanation but you’ve got to give me one.”

He slowly inhaled the sea air then smiled at her. “All
right. But only a short version for now. We still have work to do.”

She couldn’t help but hope it was more of the kind of
work
they’d done already. His wink promised she wouldn’t be disappointed.

“The balcony doors are a portal. I only had to visualize a
deserted island in the Pacific and that’s where we went.”

Nicole couldn’t prevent the shock from showing on her face.
“A portal? To anywhere you imagine? Can it also take us to another time?”

“You promised no questions then asked three. But the answers
are yes, yes and yes. And now I will ask you one. Do I need to carry you into
the water or will you dive in on your own?”

She shelved the rest of her questions and ran into the warm
surf until it lapped at her waist. He was barely a moment behind her, and one
second after that he had her in his arms again. She rose on tiptoes. He lowered
his head. And as his mouth crashed down on hers, she wasn’t even slightly
surprised that she was ready for another mind-stealing fuck. When his tongue
found hers, he may as well have stroked her clit with a wet finger at the same
time. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned into him and felt his cock
grow against her stomach. A delightful tickle in her core made her shiver and
she rubbed her belly back and forth over his arousal.

Brett gently ended the kiss and held her tightly against
him. With her head resting on his chest, she sighed. “I feel as though I’m in a
dream. A lovely, perfect dream.”

“It’s no dream, Nicole. It’s magick. And after today, it’s
all yours to control however you wish.”

She had no idea how to respond to such a dramatic statement.
Instead she focused on the response she felt to the hard body pressed to hers.
She slid her hands from his neck, down his chest, around his waist and cupped
his buttocks. “Very nice,” she said with a smile.

His hands moved to her bottom and squeezed. “Very nice
indeed.”

His muscular frame tightened around her, his cock stretched
and hardened against her belly, yet he seemed to be in no hurry to move on.
She, however, found it more and more difficult to be patient. She slipped one
hand between their bodies and grasped his erection. “If all I need to do is
wish to have control, then, right now, what I wish, is to have
this
inside me.”

He chuckled. “Getting pushy already?”

“Maybe,” she said as she molded her fingers around his shaft
and eased the foreskin up and down. “Or maybe I’m just trying to catch up on
what I’ve been missing.”

“In that case,” he clutched the backs of her thighs, lifted
her and wrapped her legs around his waist, “I would consider it a privilege to
be your sex toy.”

Nicole giggled and repositioned her hips so her cunt was
perched at the top of his cock. The warm water swishing between their bodies
added another new sensation for her. A moment later her vagina sheathed his
penis as smoothly as if it belonged there.

Brett groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
He clutched her bottom as she raised her hips and lowered them again. The
buoyancy of the water made it nearly effortless and soon Nicole’s up-and-down
movements created waves to match her rhythm. Other than bracing her ass, Brett
remained still, letting her use him as she wished and set the pace she needed.

Nicole could hardly believe any of this was happening, but
perhaps most exciting was that she was in complete control of the moment. She
could come or hold back as she chose. She could even stop completely if she
truly wanted to. But as she rode his erection, a tingling in her clitoris
spread out farther and farther with each stroke. She was wrong about one thing.
There was no way she could stop. And yet, she couldn’t sense whether he was as
ready as she was. He was hard as granite inside her but he still held
everything back.

She squeezed her vaginal muscles to postpone the orgasm for
at least a few seconds. “Are you…ready? I can’t wait.”

He murmured in her ear, “Then don’t. Focus on your pleasure
and having the power to take whatever you need from me, with or without my
consent, knowing I will never be able to refuse you.”

Her lips pressed hard against his and she fucked his mouth
with her tongue as the rise and fall of her hips picked up speed. Somehow his
words sparked a wildfire inside her. She focused on the pleasure she received
from using his body and the fire grew hotter. She wanted the freedom to feel
this way any time, any place. The mere thought of having this man offering himself
to her, to do with as she pleased, for him to never be able to refuse her
anything had her burning up with sexual energy.

She drove her cunt onto his cock harder and harder, faster
and faster until her climax broke. The fire that had been building inside her
suddenly burst from her body and surrounded them in a ring of flames. Brett
held her firmly against him until her quivering orgasm and the fire were
completely consumed by the water.

Slowly she regained her ability to breathe and the first
thing she noticed was she was still pleasurably impaled on a rigid penis. She
squeezed her vaginal muscles and felt his chest shake with a silent chuckle.
“Your turn now.”

“Not quite yet,” he replied and lifted her from his body.

“
Hmmph.
I thought you could refuse me nothing.”

He grinned. “That’s right. I can’t refuse you. But I can
make you work for it.” In a flash, he dove into the water and swam away from
her.

She watched him glide through the water like a sleek dolphin
for about a hundred feet then stand up and walk onto a sandbar.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he called out. “Do you
want something from me or not?”

She laughed at the funny man who appeared to be standing on
top of the water, flaunting his tantalizing sex at her. Moments later, she
stepped onto the sandbar where he was stretched out on a large comforter.

She sat next to him and closed one fist around his erection.
The other hand was more gentle as she cupped his balls. His heat warmed her
fingers and flowed into her body.

“How did that last orgasm make you feel?” he asked
matter-of-factly.

She angled her head at him but continued her exploration.
“Fantastic. Satisfied.”

“What about being in control? Did you notice a sense of
power?”

“Yes, but only because you put the words out there.” Since
he seemed to want to talk more than play, she moved her hands over his abdomen
to his chest.