Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta.
Darien had Serena tied, spread eagle on his bed and he loved looking at her naked body. "Tell me, Witch. How did you ensnare me?!"
"That was all you. I'm no witch."
He grabbed her breast firmly, "You make me lust after you. Tell the truth!"
She shook her head, "I'm no witch. I told you."
"You're from the moon, and they can all ensnare men. It's a known fact!"
"Spread by your women, because they're jealous and less attractive than us. It's my looks and my body that ensnares you —not magic."
"Lies!" he hissed out.
He played with her boobs. "You're bewitching me now."
"I'm hot and naked. There's no magic, just your lust."
His eyes flicked down. "And you're wet."
"I'm enjoying you touching me. Maybe you bewitched me, Earthling."
"How do you smell so erotic? It has to be magic."
"Why fight this? I'm not bewitching you, but even if I was, do you care? I can see how hard you are, even through all those clothes."
"I shouldn't."
She shrugged as much as she could, "Fine. Then untie me and let me go home. Even in the way you captured me it feels like the beginning of a sex act. I'm tied, spread and naked on your bed."
His eyes raked over her body, "I don't want to let you go. I'm so entranced —I can't."
"What do you want to do to me?"
"Honestly, fuck you."
"So what are you going to do?"
He reached into her drawer and pulled out her vibrator. "I'm going to torture you into admitting you bewitched me."
"Wha…?"
When Darien came up with the accused witch and an accuser, this whole scenario was not what she expected. He had amusement dancing in his eyes, and she would have to be careful of that in the future.
He turned on her vibrator, pulsing out, and smiled down at her. She whimpered, and she knew just how he was going to torture her.
He brought the vibrator to her nipple and teased her with it, bringing it to a stiff peak. "This gets you wet?"
"Yes," she moaned.
He then brought it to her other nipple doing the same thing. He next trailed it down between her breasts and down her stomach circling her navel. He lifted it off her and turned it off then.
She looked at him questioningly, and he brought it between her legs and turned it back on, pulsing hard. He touched her clit, and she arched her back in pleasure as it pulsated out, stimulating her.
"Like that, Moon Witch?"
"I'm not a witch!"
He turned it off, and she groaned from loss of stimulation. "I say you are, and I say it shouldn't excite me this much watching you with the vibrator."
He flicked it back on, and she moaned out loudly in pleasure. He held it there as she began to rock against the vibrator, using her bindings to create leverage. She was writhing and driving him wild.
He watched her for the build-up to an orgasm, and just as she was about to crest over, he turned off the vibrator and pulled it away.
"What the fuck? Please, please let me cum. Please."
"Admit, you're a moon witch, and I'm under your spell."
"But it's not true!"
He set down the vibrator on the sheets next to her, and she whimpered. "Please, bring it back."
He stood and stripped off his shirt. "Why should I? You won't admit the truth. Only good, honest girls get to orgasm."
"I am honest. I'm so honest. I want you. How's that for the truth? Fuck me, have me any way you want me."
He pulled off his pants and boxers, and she smiled up at him. "You'll have me?"
He sat back next to her, spread on the bed and brought the vibrator back between her folds, and touched her clit with it. He turned it and her on with the flick of a switch.
This time she was trying to wildly rock against the vibrator to get off before he stopped the fun. She screamed out in frustration when he pulled it away again just before she orgasmed. "Fuck!" She yelled out. "You're a sick bastard. Let me cum already, Earthling."
"I told you that only good, honest girls get to orgasm. Tell me you're a witch."
"But…" she whimpered when he set the vibrator down. "Please, I just want-"
"You want my cock. I know that, and it's why you bewitched me. Admit it."
"Why, what happens to witches?"
He picked the vibrator back up, flipped it back on, and pressed it to her clit. He chuckled as she tried to lay still and ignore the stimulation. "You don't want this?"
"You won't let me orgasm. You're torturing me."
"Yes, I am." He then switched the pulsing on to her favorite setting and rubbed it against her clit. "You know this feels good. Maybe I'll be nice and let you orgasm this time."
She screamed out in utter frustration when he didn't. He watched her whole body trembling with unmet desire. She was a wreck and gasping for breath.
"Tell me you're a witch," he demanded again.
"What happens? I don't know what to say!" She was frustrated and horny and didn't know what he wanted.
That made him smile. He wanted her to be a quivering mess for him. When he finally let her orgasm, it was going to feel incredible for her. He knew the longer he teased, the more earth-shattering it was for her.
He brought the vibrator back between her legs and turned it on. "Just admit it, and it will make everything so much easier on you."
She rode the vibrator, and he turned it off again before she reached bliss. "I'm a fucking witch! I'm a moon witch. Now fuck me! Please, I need an orgasm. I'll admit to anything."
He used the quick release on all her bindings and smiled down at her. "The only way to break a bewitchment is to fuck it out of your body, and I have to have you over and over again."
"Oh, thank goodness! I'm a witch. Have me."
He thrust into her, and his eyes popped open wide. "I've never had you this wet before, Serena."
"Apparently, sexual torture does that to me. If you don't fuck me, I'm going to scream."
"Again?" he teased.
He then took her hard and loved how wild and vocal she was. He'd really worked her up this time, and it was something he wanted to repeat. She was so achingly desperate for him.
When they orgasmed, she screamed out, and her whole body seemed to convulse with the tremors of her orgasm. She was panting out harshly for breath and struggled to breathe. He noticed her hands were shaking too.
Once she got herself under control enough to talk, she whispered out, "You're the magician in this role-play, Darien. Just. Wow."
