Mesmerized: The Magician's Plaything Read Online Free Page A

before – not her high school flame or any of the boys she gone with in college. Malcolm was... different. He was so dominating, and it escalated so quickly. She never could have imagined that she would be in this position, just a few days ago. But now here she was.
    He laughed at the expression on her face, and fell upon her again, even more aggressively than before. His hands curled around her wrists and pinned her to the cold wood of the stage. His body was a hot iron weight against her smaller form, lancing burns against her skin that cooled immediately whenever he lifted away from her. Tammy groaned lowly whenever he pulled away. She didn't want that. She wanted to writhe and curl her body around his, feel every inch of his sinewy, lightly muscled body, but she couldn't. She couldn't move a damned muscle.
    And Malcolm knew it. And he abused that knowledge, continuing to tease her. His fingers slipped up underneath her tight costume, tracing lines of electricity down her skin, setting her entire being on fire. She couldn't say anything at all; not urge him to go faster, or even scream at him to stop. She was completely under his power.
    He peeled the costume away from her now, exposing her on that stage in the dark, and for a moment, she froze. Well, she was already frozen, but for a moment she stopped struggling against the hypnotism. What if someone came into the auditorium? What if they were caught?
    Malcolm seemed to sense her tenseness, and he laughed. “Don't you worry, my faithful assistant.
    No one will find us.”
    Tammy breathed deeply and relaxed somewhat, as Malcolm pulled the tight suit away, revealing her pale flesh, her lacy black underwear and bra. He laughed again. “Dressed to impress, I see,” he murmured.
    She wanted to argue, to try and convince him that no, it was just a coincidence, but even she knew it was a lie. She wanted this to happen. That's why she had those undergarments on. Just in case.
    And they didn't even last long on her skin. Malcolm reached behind her, snaking his hands along the smooth surface of her back, unclasping the bra and drawing it away. Tammy gasped at the sudden sensation of her erect nipples exposed to the cool air, and Malcolm immediately tossed the bra away and cupped a small breast in his hand.
    “You like this, don't you,” he echoed his earlier sentiments, and Tammy's very thoughts. “Being completely under my power. You can't do anything at all to stop me. Oh no.” A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke with that toe-curlingly hot British accent.
    Tammy couldn't answer him, not with a word, not even with a nod. But he was right. She loved the thought of surrendering herself totally to this man.
    He seemed to see her agreement in her eyes, and dipped his head quickly, kissing and sucking at that taut nipple. Pleasure exploded in her vision and she regained control of her body enough to tilt her head back and moan in ecstasy. She didn't know how, but he knew exactly what to do to please her.
    He darted his head over to her other nipple in turn, and a fresh hot wave of lust rolled over her. She needed him. She needed him to stop teasing her and just take her. She was on fire. Her thighs ached, her cunt throbbed with longing now. She felt so unbelievably empty, and she knew only one thing would fill her up. Malcolm's thick cock, pressed tight against her legs, straining against its fabric prison.
    But she couldn't voice her wishes. She couldn't tell the magician what she wanted of him. She would have to wait for him to give it to her.
    Malcolm couldn't hold off forever, though. She could sense his movements become more and more frenzied now as he licked and suckled at her breasts, his spit coating her skin, leaving burning hot and then icy cold trails as it cooled in the air. Lower and lower he went, the stubble on his face scratching against her belly, then her hips.
    He looked up at her when he reached her underwear, and he wasn't laughing or grinning