Sex Witch — Chapter 2

I hope those of you who read chapter one liked the book, maybe even enough to go buy it.  But if you want a little more, then here it is, the second free chapter of Sex Witch.  Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Once out of the shower, it didn’t take me long to figure out what to wear. I didn’t have a lot of clothing with me and what I did have was casual clothing chosen to make me look like a teen — one that might not be quite legal. I also had one set of clothing that definitely made me look like a jail bait slut, and one LBD — complete with four and a half inch heels.

I chose the dress and the heels, of course. I also chose a very nice, very sexy, green thong for underneath. If this afternoon had taught me anything, it was that I was probably going to soak right through what little material was there in a short time, but at least it was something that she could order me to take off. Maybe I could figure out a way to let her look up my dress and tease her. It was short enough that I’d be able to flash her, but not so short that it was inevitable that I would when I sat down. There was no bra for the dress as it had (minimal) built in support. If I got excited my nipples would definitely be showing, but I was guessing she’d enjoy that.

The heels weren’t quite slut heels — certainly they weren’t as extreme as some of the club wear I’d seen — but they were most definitely come-fuck-me heels. I didn’t add stockings because I thought she’d like my legs bare. I added a pair of earrings that looked nice, but weren’t particularly expensive and a purse that was a knock off of a Fossil bag. I looked in the mirror and added just a touch of makeup here and there. Glancing at the clock showed it was time to get moving.

Before I did though, I pulled out my iPhone and put in my code to unlock it. While it might look a regular iPhone, it really wasn’t. There were several different codes I could use on the lock screen, one that would let me in, one that would send a panic signal and one that would allow me to use some of the standard looking apps in a decidedly non-standard way. In this case, I used what looked like the messenger app, but when combined with the lock code I used, gave me a way to transmit a secure text to my control. It also left no record of any texts sent or received.

“Heading out to meet. Everything OK.”

All I received back was a period, meaning my check in and status had been received and there were no changes in the plan or other information I might need. I locked the phone and tossed it into my purse, then left to go to Arianne’s room.

Harrah’s in Atlantic City doesn’t actually advertise their high end suites — I guess because most people wouldn’t be able to afford them anyway. I found my way to Arianne’s tower and her suite with no trouble — having memorized its location before I’d even met her — and knocked on the door. She arrived quickly to open it, and I was once again greeted by her dazzling smile and those crystal blue eyes.

My oh my was she gorgeous. Like me, she was in a black dress, but rather than being short, this one flowed around her body, draping almost to the floor and showing every curve she had. One side was slit almost to her waist and the front was enough of a V that I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. She also wore high-heels, classy, and very sexy. Her hair was pulled back in some kind of complicated braid, and she had on a necklace of black stones that held some kind of pendent. Each ear had a small stone in it, something blue that matched her eyes, and like me, she’d added a touch of makeup. Not that she needed it. My body grew hot as her eyes traveled over what I was wearing.

“You look very nice,” she said, gesturing me into the room.

“I hope it’s not too much for where we’re going,” I said.

“I wouldn’t worry,” she replied. “There are many places to eat here — what would you like for dinner?”

“I have no idea,” I replied. “I was originally planning on heading out to the boardwalk and finding something down there.”

“We could do that — although I think we’re a bit over dressed,” Arianne replied. “However, there are some excellent restaurants right here in the casino. Would you care for Italian? Mexican? Or perhaps surf and turf? They serve an excellent steak.”

“Steak sounds good,” I said.

“Steak it is,” she replied, then walked over to the phone and pressed a button.

“Hello yes,” she said after a second. “Two for the steak house.” There was a pause. “Fifteen minutes. Yes, that’s fine. McCormick. Thank you.” Then she turned to me. “Shall we go?”

“Sure,” I said.

We took the elevator down and headed towards the Steakhouse. On the way there, as we were passing a roulette table, she stopped.

“Would you care to place a bet?” she asked.

“I don’t really do all that much gambling,” I said with a nervous smile.

“How about if I cover your losses,” she said with a smile.

“Uh, sure?” I replied, not really sure where she was going with this.

Then she leaned close and said, “Sit down, then place a twenty dollar bet on a number.”

I had limited cash for the week, but I could spare twenty bucks. And, of course, if I got in dire straits I could always get more money, but I’d have to be in pretty deep shit to break my cover like that. I gave the dealer twenty and took the chip she gave me. I was about to place it on red, but Arianne stopped me.

“Pick a number sweet,” she urged.

Well, it was only twenty bucks, but if she was going to force me to gamble and run out of money, that would be bad. I looked at Arianne, who just smiled and nodded at the table. Without looking away from her, I slid the chip onto the playing area. Arianne’s smile grew and she nodded at the table, directing my attention there. I saw the chip had landed on the number twenty-seven.

The dealer closed the betting, then spun the wheel and dropped the ball. It bounced around quite a bit before settling down, but damned if it didn’t settle right on fucking number twenty-seven. I looked at Arianne in astonishment. Just like that, I’d gone from having twenty dollars to seven-fucking hundred.

“Congratulations!” said the dealer. “Care to place another bet?”

“I, uh… no… uh…”

“Yes, she will,” said Arianne. “Perhaps on a three number bet?”

I shrugged, then pulled the twenty dollar chip to place it on a three number slot. Arianne rolled her eyes and removed that chip and replacing it with two, one-hundred dollar chips — the table max. Once again the wheel was spun, the ball was dropped and, once again, I was a winner — this time of twenty-two hundred dollars. In two spins I’d gone from twenty dollars to twenty-nine hundred.

“Fantastic!” smiled Arianne. “Now we can go eat.”

“Cash out miss?” asked the dealer.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said, unconsciously passing a hundred dollar chip to the dealer. We picked up the rest and headed to the cashier where I took the money in cash. It was good walking around money and I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn it down.

We slowly strolled hand in hand to the restaurant, giggling and laughing. I tried to believe that what had happened was just luck, but I knew it hadn’t been. Arianne had done something. Still, I put it out of my head because the Corrine I was playing at the moment would have no reason to believe it was anything but luck.

“Well,” I said with a big smile as we got to The Steakhouse, “I guess dinner’s on me?”

Arianne waved her hand.

“No,” she said. “I was the one who invited you, remember? Instead, perhaps you’ll consider extending your stay.”

“Maybe I will at that,” I said, leaning towards her. She showed no hesitation at all when she leaned down and kissed me. And it was clear to anyone watching that it was a lover’s kiss. Funny, I didn’t care who saw it either.

There were a few people waiting, but as soon as Arianne gave her name we were whisked away to a very private table with a nice view. Usually I sit so that I can keep an eye on the room, but Arianne had me sit in the chair facing the window with the view outside. She sat to my left but the table was small enough that she could easily reach me. We were given the Chef’s Specials and menus, then left alone.

“So it seems you are a lucky gambler,” she said after we’d chosen what to eat.

“I don’t really gamble,” I said, “so I wouldn’t know.”

Of course, I did know how to gamble. I knew the rules and the odds for all the games and I knew how to act at the tables. She didn’t need to know that though.

“Really,” she said, raising one eyebrow. “So you’ve never played at roulette?”

“Gods no,” I said. “That was a first.”

“I see,” she said, her smile just a little sly. Like she somehow knew I was lying. I thought back and wondered if I’d done something that showed I was more comfortable at the tables than a first timer. Then I remembered the tip, and mentally cursed.

Had that raised her suspicions? Maybe. But to know for sure, she’d have to be able to read my mind, and if she could do that well, this entire mission was an exercise in futility and I might as well go home now. Well, after dinner. And, hopefully, more sex. I was still worked up.

We continued to make small talk as we ate and she made sure to touch me often. Each touch, even if it was only my wrist, sent a pulse of lust through me, and I hadn’t even gotten through the main course before I had to put down my fork so I could control myself. I was already sopping wet, and soon I’d need to get to the restroom to clean up — otherwise anyone with a nose would be able to smell how aroused I was.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a knowing smile.

I looked at her, somewhat unsteadily.

“You know I’m not,” I said in a low voice. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Really?” she said, in mock surprise.

“Yes, really,” I said, smiling and a little embarrassed.

“Does this disturb you?” she asked. “I can stop.”

I had the feeling that she would, too, if I asked. But I could tell she didn’t want to. This was a subtle sort of domination and she was really enjoying it. So was I, damn it.

“You don’t have to,” I said, looking down at my plate.

“Careful sweet,” she said. “If you let me continue like this there’s no telling what I might do to you tonight.”

That thought made my insides completely melt. I didn’t know what she would do to me either, and that was exciting.

“It’s okay,” I replied, taking a gulp of the very good wine.

“You must be sure,” she said. “I don’t want to scare you away.”

“You won’t.”

She leaned close.

“Promise that you will obey me tonight, and I promise to give you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt,” she whispered, leaning close. “But you must obey me. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Tell me,” she said. “Say you will obey me.”

“I,” I swallowed, “I’ll obey you.”

“Good girl,” she smiled. “Now I do not expect a robot. I understand you’ll want to tug on your leash a bit. Understand if you do, I might… punish you.” She smiled. “Just a bit.”

I blinked and a vision of me kneeling on the bed and her slapping my ass was so intense my pussy clenched. I opened my eyes only to watch her hand grasp my breast and roll my nipple, crushing it even harder than she had at the pool. I gave a choked gasp and froze. The pain was intense, but so was the lust it inspired. Funny, I was okay with rough, even very rough sex, but I’d never thought of myself as a masochist. Was I?

“I understand,” I said once I could breathe again.

Sweat dotted my spine and I felt damp under my arms. Arianne leaned close and inhaled.

“Mmm, you smell so good,” she said. “Are you wearing perfume?”

“Uh, no, just um, deodorant,” I said.

And it clearly wasn’t working very well, since I could smell not only my arousal, but a bit of sweat too. Nothing gross, fortunately, but if she didn’t like it, I’d have to run upstairs and clean up. Not shaving under my arms had changed my scent and I wasn’t used to it.

Arianne moved her lips until they just brushed my ear and whispered. “You smell like sex. I like that very much.”

She sat back in her chair and picked up her wine glass. I could swear her eyes were glowing. Not like bright beacons or anything, but a warm, subtle kind of glow. Not knowing what else to do, I picked up my fork and ate some more steak. As horny as I was, I was also still starving, which was odd since we’d had a big lunch and I don’t usually eat that much.

We continued with dinner, and Arianne continued to drive me bat shit crazy. After the main course had been cleared away, she had coffee brought for us, and one piece of something sinfully chocolate. She insisted on feeding it to me, slowly cutting small pieces with a fork and holding it out for me to take with my mouth. I had to reach for each bite, and I know there were people watching us. If that wasn’t bad enough, she put her hand up under my dress, on my sweat-damp thigh and slid it up to my soaking pussy. Her fingers eased under my thong and coated themselves with my essence as she fiddled with my ring and rubbed my clit. I was still required to lean forward to take bites off the fork while she did that.

She fed herself too, and after she’d turned me into a quivering mass, she pulled her hand out from under my dress. Her fingers were coated with my clear discharge and I actually moaned as she slid one finger around her lips, then pushed it between them, sucking it clean. The finger was quickly followed by a forkful of cake.

“Oh, now that is very good,” she said. “You taste divine. Later, I will taste you right from the source.”

I gripped the table, trying hard not to orgasm. How the hell was she doing this to me? Yes, I’m a bit of a slut — maybe more than a bit, and I’m not ashamed of it in the least. But if she kept going like this, I might get to the point where I couldn’t resist her. A thread of fear trickled through me. Was she using magic to do this? Oh fuck, oh fuck! Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier?

What we knew about magic was only from second hand accounts and the videos we had. That was the whole reason I was here; to try and get close to one of these people and get some solid intel. Was she using magic to arouse me? It was possible. I knew she had used it at least once tonight, because there was no way I’d just happened to win two spins back to back at the roulette table.

And what would I do if she was using magic on me? It wasn’t like I could stop her. Besides, I had a mission to complete, so I couldn’t just walk away. Well, I could, but I was determined not to fail. I guess I just had to hope that I wouldn’t do something to make her suspicious. It wouldn’t do to have her start asking me awkward questions if I couldn’t resist her. Because if she was using magic to make me feel like this — and she had to be — who knew how much more control she could gain over me? Damn, this mission was more dangerous than any of us had thought.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Uh, sure,” I said, trying to smile. Why did the fear have to excite me on top of everything else?

“You looked like you might have just cum,” she said, with a smile. “At least, I would think that if I hadn’t seen it at the pool today.”

Fortunately, it was dark enough that she couldn’t see the deep red I know I was turning.

“You know that you’re not allowed to cum, yes?” she said. “Not without permission.”

I swallowed and nodded. Shit, that just made me want it more.

We finished dessert and Arianne let me calm down a bit before we got up to leave.

“I should probably visit the restroom,” I said, as we stood up.

“Hmm,” she said. Then, to my shock, “Why?”

“What?” I asked.

“Why do you need the restroom?”

“I uh, should probably clean up a little,” I stammered.

Arianne tilted her head as she looked at me.

“No,” she said. “I would prefer you didn’t. I like how you smell and I like how you taste. Now come, it’s time to go upstairs.”

I stared at her in astonishment. Had she really just forbid me to use the bathroom? She took my hand, pulling me close and running her other hand down my side.

“Yes,” she said. “I rather like you like this. Come, it’s time to go.”

I was in a bit of a daze as I followed her to the high rollers area. Apparently they knew her well enough that they didn’t even bother asking for ID as we breezed past. I knew I should be focusing on the mission and not losing myself to this woman, but I couldn’t seem to focus on anything except how aroused I was. This was so not professional.

We stopped at the open bar and she got some Scotch. I took a glass of wine, but I didn’t plan to drink it — my head was fucked up enough already. As we walked away towards the tables, she pulled me to the side.

“Unless I give you a signal, don’t bet more than a hundred dollars over the minimum bet,” she said. “You’ll still lose some of the big ones, but I feel lucky tonight, so you’ll probably walk away a winner. And even if you don’t, I’ll cover you for the three thousand you’re starting with.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said. “I don’t need to bet.”

“But it’ll be more fun if you do,” she replied, her eyes sparkling. “Do you know how to play craps?”

“Not really, no,” I said.

She gave me a quick overview — which I didn’t actually need — then we headed to the table.

There a fair number of people up here, but the area was laid out well enough that it didn’t seem crowded. I didn’t even notice the ever-pervasive smell of cigarette smoke — something that you couldn’t seem to get away from in the other portions of the casino. In fact, now that I thought about it, I hadn’t smelled it downstairs either, at least when I was with Arianne. That was odd.

Once we got to the table, Arianne handed the dealer her card. I didn’t have one, of course.

“My usual and three thousand for my friend,” she said.

The dealer quickly gave us chips, mine with two five hundred chips and the rest in hundreds. Unlike downstairs where the max bet had been two hundred, here that was the minimum bet. Sheesh. Well, easy come, easy go.

We waited until the shooter crapped out and the table was cleared, then we placed our bets. I put down the minimum, of course. Arianne dropped a thousand dollar chip down on the pass line and another on the field. The game was on.

I have to admit it was exciting. Arianne had told me to bet when and where she did, and I mostly followed that advice. We did lose a bit, but we won more. In an hour, I was up ten thousand dollars and I have no idea how much Arianne was up. She decided to take a break and we left the table, milling around until we came to a roulette table. Arianne tossed a thousand dollar chip down on a single number, and lost. She shrugged it off and we kept moving while I struggled with the idea that she’d just thrown away a thousand dollars.

All of the games you could play downstairs, you could play up here, although I didn’t see any slot machines. I guess they were in a different area. I was somewhat surprised that Arianne didn’t seem interested in poker or black-jack, but she avoided those for some reason. About forty-five minutes passed before we circled back to the craps table. I should mention that Arianne’s hands had not been idle all this time. She kept playing with my body, pushing my arousal up and down at her whim. I was sweating under my dress and hoped I didn’t look too much like I’d just been fucked. Because I hadn’t been, but damn I was unbelievably horny.

We had only been back at the craps table for a few minutes, when I felt Arianne stiffened next to me. I glanced up, wondering what the problem was, but saw nothing that caught my attention. Before I could ask her what was wrong though, a hand slid around my waist, then moved up to almost cup my breast — and it wasn’t hers.

“Well, well, what have we here?” came a man’s voice.

My first instinct involved dropping him, but thankfully I didn’t listen to it.

“Hands off, Bob,” came Arianne’s voice. It was soft, but so full of menace I was immediately alarmed.

“Aw, did you come up here with this pretty little thing?” he said, pulling me into him.

Okay, that was it. I grabbed his hand, getting a grip on his thumb, twisting it and turning my body as I pulled out of his embrace.

“Ouch!” he said, letting go. “Damn, you got a feisty one this time!”

Bob was tall. About six-four, and well built. He was wearing a cowboy hat, tight jeans, a dress cowboy shirt and boots. He wasn’t really a bad looking guy, but there did seem to be something a little off about him. He had a smile on his face as he looked down at me, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” he asked.

I didn’t know exactly what to say. Clearly he and Arianne had some problem between them, but my briefing didn’t include it. Perhaps it was something that had recently developed. Hell, I’d just met him, and I didn’t like him.

“I thought you didn’t like craps,” cut in Arianne. “Not enough skill required, you said. Are you here to lose more money?”

“Aw now don’t be like that,” he said, still keeping his eyes on me. I felt more than a little exposed, and I wasn’t happy about it. “I’m just tryin’ ta be friendly, is all.”

Arianne took hold of my arm and pulled me to her.

“I’d settle for you just being polite,” she said. “Preferably at different table.”

“Hey, it’s a free country,” he said. “I think I might just play here a bit.”

I had the feeling that wouldn’t work out well for him, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything.

“It’s your money to lose,” Arianne said with a shrug. I walked over to her other side using her body as a barrier. I’m sure it looked cowardly, but I didn’t want to be the cause of a scene, and I just knew this asshole would cause one if I was in reach. Plus, I didn’t know what I’d do if he put his hands on me again.

It turned out that playing at our table was a costly mistake for Bob. He dropped about fifty k in a half hour, and he didn’t look happy about it. Arianne bet against him every time, and she never bet wrong. By the time he walked away, she was up a good sixty or so thousand and even I had added another twelve thousand to my stake. The amount of money floating around was unnerving, to say the least.

When Bob finally had enough, he turned to Arianne.

“When you want to play a game with a little skill, come find me,” he said with a sneer.

She smiled sweetly at him and watched as he walked off.

“Be careful of him,” she said. “He can be quite vindictive.”

“I bet,” I said.

“Come,” she said, taking my arm. “Let’s sit for a while and have a snack. There’s no need to let Bob ruin our night.”

We ordered some food from one of the waitresses who never seemed to be far from the players. I guess with people dropping that much money, the casino wanted to make sure they got good service. Although I hadn’t realized it until Arianne said something, I was really hungry. I didn’t know why because I’d had a big dinner, but whatever. She still insisted on buying, so I got some cheese fries. Yeah, I know, low class. Whatever. They tasted good.

The teasing started again while we waited for the food, and I was panting and needy by the time our waitress returned with it. Arianne insisted on feeding me the fries — one at a time — while whispering very nasty suggestions to me. I was kind of a mess by the time the fries were gone, and I had to pee very badly.

“Why don’t we both go?” said Arianne, when — my face beet red — I asked if I could use the bathroom.

So off we went to the lady’s room.

I don’t think I’ve ever been in a restroom quite that nice. They didn’t have someone handing out moist towels, but there were couches and makeup stations, in addition to the usual. Before I could head to the toilet though, Arianne stopped me.

“What?” I asked.

She just smiled and pressed me back against the hard marble of the sink top.

“I think I want to taste you now,” she said.

Fire rushed through my veins and I swear I could actually feel my clit throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

“Someone might see us,” I protested, although I didn’t bother to try and squirm away. If this was what she wanted, I had every intention of giving it to her. My mission was to get close and stay close. If she wanted a toy to play with, I’d be the toy. At least, that’s what I told myself. I wasn’t about to examine my motivations any closer than that.

“They might indeed,” she replied, her expression telling me she didn’t care.

Crap.

Before I could say anything else, she was kissing me, and I was pushed to the razor’s edge of an orgasm. She broke the kiss just long enough to tell me I wasn’t allowed to cum yet, then returned to it while adding her hands to my breasts. She was rough, very rough, kneading them, and squeezing and pulling my nipples, but I was off in Neverland or something and even the pain felt good. Or maybe it made the pleasure feel especially good. I’m not sure — thinking wasn’t my strong point right then.

She helped me up onto the countertop — and when I say helped, what I mean is she just lifted me up and put me there — and then pulled up my dress and adjusted my position so I was right at the edge of the counter. She squatted to get between my legs, then moved my thong out of the way. I was briefly worried that I was too wet or smelled too strong because well, I could smell my arousal, but she just gave a satisfied purr, pushed the crotch of my thong out of the way and slid her tongue across my bald pussy.

 

I stopped breathing. I stopped thinking. Hell, time stopped, as I exploded into an incredibly intense orgasm. It lasted forever, although with time not moving, I had no idea how long forever was. The next thing I knew, I was leaning my sweaty forehead against her shoulder trying to get enough oxygen in my system to stay conscious.

“You taste delicious,” were the first words I heard. “I will eat you for a long, long time when we are finished here tonight.”

Oh crap. Crap, crap crap. She must have only had her tongue in my pussy for like, five seconds, and I’d had a nuclear level orgasm. I had no idea if I could survive anything longer. She must have known what I was thinking though, because she pulled back and kissed me again. I could smell and taste myself on her lips, which, of course, shot my arousal through the roof again.

“But you came without permission,” she purred.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“I will punish you for that.”

My pussy clenched. I wanted it. I wanted her to punish me. Hell, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted to do with me.

“Okay,” I said.

“Now,” she said, helping me off the counter, “if you still need the toilet, I suggest you go and quickly. I want to play a little longer before we go back to my room.”

I tottered off to the stall, and sat down to release my bladder, still in a daze. Holy shit. If that was just a minute in the bathroom, there was no way I’d survive an hour, never mind an evening, with her.

“Meet me at the bar when you’re finished,” she said after a moment. “Don’t play with yourself.”

With that she was gone. I finished peeing, then left the stall and put some water on my face to cool off and try and regain some control. What the hell was going on here? Was she using magic on me? She had to be. Crap. Maybe I was in too deep.

I suppose I should have been paying more attention when I exited the bathroom, but I was still flustered by what Arianne had done to me, and was focused on the promise of more pleasure to come. So I almost walked into someone when I exited, and by the time I realized who it was, it was too late.

“Well hello there, li’l darlin’.”

 

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About Dark Pen

I am Dark Pen. I write BDSM stories, almost always with plot and consider myself a Soldier in the battle against America's war on sex.
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4 Responses to Sex Witch — Chapter 2

  1. David says:

    I haven’t seen any updates since last year on the blog and it has been a long time since we have had an update to Avatar.

    Are you ok?

    • Dark Pen says:

      Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve updated anything! I’m still working on Avatar though, just slowly and am reluctant to post anything until I get the plot-knot smoothed out. Thanks for asking though, I appreciate it.

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