Magnus watched Cassie as she brought the foil covered casserole dish into his kitchen. Her breasts fought against the straining fabric of her snug fitting, black turtle neck sweater and he wondered how she could have possibly gotten the small waist of her jeans over the roundness of her hips; let alone the ample bottom that he had craved since he left her laying in his bed that morning. He gently tapped his fingers on the table as he sat back in his chair. His mind wandered to his encounter with Mr. Lee the first night he moved in.
'He called her by her real name.
He called her 'Casia'.
The name she has yet to share with me.
It bothered him that another man knew more about her than he did. The way the handsome, older man pointed to her apartment with such certainty also bothered him. It was as though he had been there many times before. And maintenance man or not, he seemed way too comfortable when he referred to how long he had known Cassie.
He wondered what else he knew.
Whether or not he had read her book.
"I still have to make the vegetables, so you're gonna have to wait." She said over her shoulder as she placed the tray of meat into the oven, under the pot of rice and peas she had warming on the first rack.
"I don't mind waiting for your cooking, Cassie. I know that it's worth it.
Besides, I have some work I must finish." He replied as he continued to study her bottom as it bounced with each step.
He picked his phone up and began to read.
Lea waited in the brush for the sound of footsteps with her dagger in hand and heard nothing. Dark thoughts soon took hold of her mind. What if he's lying somewhere wounded? What if he's dead? She concidered the possibility of losing him. She thought back to the night Anders beheaded David. She could have helped David. She should have helped David. But the desire to be taken by the powerful Norseman was too strong. She could hardly blame herself- afterall; his massive fallice had discovered depths within her that no other man had ever explored. From the moment they crossed paths, he had presented himself as everything she had ever desired. Even while she hid, prepared to fight for her life, she felt herself moistening at the mere thought of him. She craved his arms around her. For the first time in her life, she desired something more than just her own safety. She wanted him. She needed him. And it terrified her.
Magnus looked up at Cassie as she placed pieces of chopped cabbage into a saute pan. He stood up and walked over to the stove. She watched him as he placed a cover onto the pan and turned off the fire.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked, annoyed by his interference.
"Take off your jeans and panties, and get on my bed." He instructed.
"I'm cooking din-"
"Now." He calmly ordered.
Cassie glared at Magnus for a few moments before shaking her head. She then walked into his bedroom. She removed her clothing from the waist down and climbed onto his king sized bed. She sat kneeling, watching as Magnus entered the room and turned on the light.
"I'm probably gonna need a towel." She said, staring down at his new, white cotton sheets.
"I was hoping you would." He said with a devilish grin.
He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, he then wrapped it around his pillow.
"Lay down, Prinsesse."
She complied and he raised her bottom with his hand and gently eased the pillow under her.
"Aren't you hungry?" She asked, surprised he had postponed dinner.
He smiled ravenously. "I'm starving."
Magnus parted Cassie's legs and settled inbetween them.The extra lift from the pillow gave him a perfect view of her vivid, pink flower. He parted her lips with his fingers and saw just a slight tinge of red.
"You're not nearly as rare as you were yesterday, Sød Prinsesse." He said before running his tongue up her opening.
Cassie shivered as she felt his tongue begin to dance along her clitoris.
"I didn't think it was possible for you to taste even better than you did the first night." He whispered as he dipped a finger into her.
He watched her body rise and fall as he massaged her clitoris with his thumb while the index finger of his other hand frolicked within her tight vagina.
"You are so incredibly beautiful Prinsesse. So perfect." He praised her, as he drew his finger out of her. The red tinge of her fluids left a pink coating on his finger.
"Mmm..." He hummed before sucking his finger clean and sticking it back inside.
He then eased his middle finger in alonside it, and began to lightly stroke the roof of her vagina. He dove back onto her, lashing at her clitoris with his eager tongue.
"Oh god Magnus... yes... Ohh!" Cassie screamed as Magnus brought her to a deep, fulfilling orgasm.
He snickered as her pussy clenched his fingers, coating them with a gush of shimering fluid. He watched her as she trembled, panting with desire. He then indulged in sucking her juices from his fingers.
"Please let me ride you, Magnus." She begged.
He grinned. "You love to be full, don't you Prinsesse?"
"Yes." She answered without hesitation as he gently licked her sensitive clit.
"Then I believe I've found your punishment, min søde."
"Wha-"
Before she could question his last statement, he latched back onto her swollen clit and fervently licked at her. She squeeled and bucked at him, reaching down to push him away. He hooked his arms around her thighs and locked her in place as he continued his assault. He was merciless as he brought her to climax after climax, all without the throbbing reward he knew she so desperately sought.
After her fifth orgasm, he pulled himself from her sopping wet muff and chuckled as he admired her swolen lips. Cassie looked down at him as she struggled to catch her breath. He looked downright demonic as he watched the sweat drip down her thighs, from the pit behind her knees. His face glistened as he stared down into her pleading eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, he leaned towards her and pursed his lips to blow ever so gently at her clitoris. She trembled and writhed at the mere feeling of his breath against sensitive sex, she was moaning in defeat. He watched her for a few more moments before removing the pillow from beneath her and crawling up to kiss her sweat soaked face. She trembled at the feeling of his slacks grazing against her throbing womanhood as he mounted her.
"I don't like to punish my sweet Prinsesse, but it was called for.
You kept something very special from me.
Something that was rightfully mine.
I had no choice but to punish you."
He caressed her face as spoke softly to her.
"But after all, you are my Prinsesse... I could never punish you with pain."
Magnus pulled the sweater off of her and savored the aroma of her sweat trapped within it before tossing it aside. She was wearing a black bustier bra. He reached down and traced his fingers over the soft lace.
"I understand if you don't want me to please your swollen little fisse, Prinsesse.
Your punishment is over for tonight, and so you may return to your novel and edit 'Magnus' into
'Anders'...
...in paragraph six...
...on page four of chapter eighteen.
Or you may get to that later, and have me please you right now."
Cassie looked up at him in horror as his words set in.
"You know." She said, her voice almost a faint whisper. "How did you find out?"
"That's not important, Cassie."
"And you still want me?" She asked, quizzically.
Magnus brought his lips to her ear.
"I will
always
want you."
Cassie donned a sorrowful expression as she wrapped her arms around him. However, her expression quickly changed to a menacing one.
"Get up and please me." She ordered.
Magnus chuckled as he stood up and lifted her into his arms.
