Her sex tightened around me like a vice of silken hot ecstasy as she unloaded some more of her liquid ecstasy and came wildly around my cock. Her cry of blissful rapture in my ear, her heated breath on my skin, the sensations of my cock sliding in and out of that much tighter wildly constricting channel as it milked me for my seed, was all too much for me to resist. Not to mention her dirty talk, which had primed me for it as well.

  I grunted and slammed in harder and as deep as I could as my balls boiled, “Mags!” I said as a masterful release rocked through my body, and pulse after pulse of my seed filled her milking and convulsing sex.

  The sexy and saucy nymph even made it better for me, even in the midst of her orgasm and trembling against me. She subtly rolled her hips slightly and rapidly to add an even more powerful milking action and increase my pleasure and the length of it as she milked my balls for all they could give.

  She sighed decadently in pleasure and kissed my neck softly as we came down together.

  “That was better than I’d hoped and dreamed. You did get the part where I’m your vessel of pleasure, right?”

  I laughed, and then kissed her neck in return, then said in her ear, “It was my pleasure. You taste delicious, and nothing turns me on more than the fact I made you squirt, or cum at all with just tit play.”

  She looked at me, and then let out a little hiss as I pulled out.

  “I’ve never actually done that before, no one’s ever bothered to play with them that long before sticking their cock in a hole. Most play too rough too.”

  I shrugged, “So how was the magic.”

  She said, “I only get a little when I cum, but I got bucketloads from yours just now. In more ways than one, apparently,” she added with a giggle, as she ran her finger through the cum leaking out of her sex, and she sucked that finger clean with a dreamy look on her face.

  She added, “Not that I’m complaining, I haven’t ever come that hard in my life, with a single man, anyway.”

  I spanked her ass firmly, “Saucy minx.”

  She shrugged, “I won’t lie to you, ever. You’re amazing, but DP is intense as hell. I have toys that can help you achieve that, and I bet that’ll make me cum harder than I ever have before, period.”

  “Naughty.”

  She nodded with agreement, “No apologies, you said that turned you on?”

  “I said I liked it, but both are true.”

  She smiled, “Point is, that was amazing, and completely unexpected but gloriously welcome. Most men don’t like to do that, and I could tell you really loved doing it. Plus, you’re good at it. I was worried about that part of things, but I think this will work very well. Do you think you have another round in you? My tight innocent ass is extremely jealous of my mouth and pussy right now.”

  “You like anal?”

  She nodded, “And a cock between my tits, I’ll do that for you too if you want, but I cum hard from being pounded in my tight little ass. Most tantric witches and demigoddesses of Aphrodite do. Some women take true pleasure in anal penetration, and I’m one of them. Plus, your fat cock has my pussy sore, I’ll need a little rest there. Not long, my body bounces back fast from the magic, but…”

  I shut her up with a long passionate kiss, this one less devouring and more teasingly playful.

  “You babble when your nervous, what is it this time?”

  She scowled at me, and I spanked her tight rounded ass.

  She gasped from the sting, and then she let out a moan as her eyes hooded with pleasure as the sting mixed with the aftereffects of her pleasure, “Let’s finish this shower, and you can take my ass in bed,” she said in breathy invite.

  “Fine, you don’t have to tell me.”

  I started to wash her again, and her me. I also felt a lot more comfortable with our arrangement in that moment, both turned on by the idea of drilling her rounded ass, even while delightfully content with the after-bliss of my intense orgasm.

  Her ass was incredibly tight. Hot, hugging, and warm, and even better than I could’ve imagined. I wasn’t new to anal sex, but I’d never met a woman that could take my thick cock quite so enthusiastically. Or one that came so hard and continuously from it.

  I’d also gone slow, took my time to stretch her open and tease her with my fingers. Only after thoroughly lubing both of us did I push into that paradise. Despite her begging me to just drill her hard and fast and just tear her innocent sweet ass open as she put it, I went slow at first especially in the beginning.

  By the time I was drilling her with everything I had, watching my fat eight-inch cock lewdly disappear into that tight sweet pink puckered ass time after time between her perfect ass cheeks, she went wild. She didn’t just cum hard for me, she came continuously as I powered through them, rolling her into one after the other.

  By the time I emptied myself deep into her tight ass, she was trembling with overstimulation, and her whole body jerked wildly in aftershocks as I pulled out, and she rolled up into a ball on her side.

  “You okay?”

  She shivered, “Perfect, just give me a moment.”

  “Ready to tell me what’s got you nervous?”

  She shook her head.

  I got up, my legs a little shaky myself, as my muscles burned, but I didn’t let her see it as I walked into her closet and left her behind. I had a theory that I was doing everything right, and that’s why she was so nervous. Taking control by pushing her firmly into the wall, but then gently bringing her to orgasms with the perfect touch on her breast and a slow patient buildup with my tongue in her pussy. I’d also taken her firmly against the wall, took control, but she’d obviously liked that too.

  Maybe it was arrogance, or stupid hope because of how much I liked her already, even admired her ruthless intelligence and ambition, and she was sexy as hell and an amazing fuck. Her innocent seductive thing she had going on was devastating with that curvaceous body and dirty mouth of hers.

  But… I got the impression she’d begged me so hard to take her ass without taking my time to get her ready for it, because she wanted me to fuck up. She wanted me to take my pleasure while hurting her. Just to not be perfect, to not take care of her and make sure she got her pleasure even as I took control. In short, she’d been hoping I’d be selfish about it for an excuse to shake what I felt was a growing respect and awe of me, the beginnings of true feelings.

  I thought that’s what was making her nervous, the body language and clues, and perhaps a healthy dose of arrogance on my part, but there it was. I also had another suspicion, that I was about to prove or disprove. I looked through her closet, and went to the lingerie first, pulling off a pink bra and panty set that was all lace and silk, sexy as hell in an innocent way with the pink. I went to her skirts next, which seemed to be all she had, save extremely fancy dresses, bathing suits, and only two pairs of jeans. The woman had hundreds of skirts.

  Probably for easy access.

  I picked out a cute black pleated skirt that would probably go from mid to lower thigh, at a guess. Next I went to the shirt section.

  “What are you doing?”

  I replied firmly, “Just stay in bed, I’ll be right out.”

  Silence, then, “Okay?”

  I grinned at her submissive response, and I pulled down a red halter top that probably cost more than my rent had, and it would be tightly snug to her frame. Then I looked at the man rack, no doubt clothes some of her men had left behind, or something. I didn’t want to think about that, and she was mine now, at least for the duration.

  I pulled down a pair of jeans that should fit well enough and a nice black collared pullover shirt. I’d have to go commando. Then I headed back out.

  She looked at my hands in confusion, specifically the outfit in my right hand.

  I put it on the bed, “Get dressed. We need to take care of that payment, and we should make dinner.”

  She asked, “You’re dressing me?”

  I nodded, and said firmly, “You wear what I want, from now on, though I’ll take suggestions if you don’t think it appropriate for a business meeting or coven business. Now get dressed, I don’t like repeating myself.”

  She looked at me strangely, as if confused, and not quite sure if she should be mad at me or not. Then she shrugged, got up, and went into the bathroom. I let it go, as she immediately came back out and cleaned my dirty cock with a soft warm and wet towel, before wiping up her own ass dripping my cum. Then we got dressed.

  She looked fantastic in the outfit, showing off her flat milky skinned stomach, the halter top also accentuated her breasts tightly. As I suspected the skirt was swishy on her and was at about mid-thigh, and I’d be able to judge that better next time.

  She led me into the private home office down the hall from the bedroom, and she opened up her laptop.

  “What was that about?”

  I looked at her in mock confusion.

  She said, “The clothes?”

  I replied firmly, “As soon as you tell me what has you nervous. Otherwise, just wear what I tell you.”

  She blushed, then said, “Alright, Jack,” in her most submissive tone of voice yet, which was still alluringly seductive. Maggie was going to drive me crazy.

  I knew it was just illusion, one that would fade quickly if we didn’t connect on a deeper level, but I already couldn’t imagine getting enough of the pleasures of her body.

  She waved, “Come around.”

  I rounded the desk and put my hands on her shoulders, and then rubbed lightly in a slow circle at the base of her neck with my thumbs, as my fingertips worked her shoulder.

  She sighed softly, “That feels good. Anyway, we need to set up your account. Use my house for your home address?”

  I nodded, “Yes. It will be my home for as long as we’re allies.”

  She started typing, and only asked me questions when it came to birth date, social security, and those details. Otherwise she seemed to know an awful lot about me. She even knew my email address. She spun the chair and smiled up at me.

  “Password.”

  Right, I leaned past her and typed it in twice where she couldn’t see, then hit submit. Just like that, I had an overseas account. Crazy.

  “Alright.”

  She spun back around, and I continued my subtle massage as she logged into her own account, and she set up a wire transfer. Just like that, I had half a million dollars, or I would in a few hours when it went through, anyway.

  “Dinner?” she asked softly as she titled her head back to look up at me.

  I stole a kiss, which made her moan softly into my mouth, and her eyes were wide as I broke it.

  “Sounds good, let’s see what you have.”

  We headed down to the kitchen, which was even bigger than I was expecting, with a large marble countertop island with a built-in vegetable washing sink. The fridge was huge, large side by side doors, double oven, six burners, and a full-sized griddle. Endless counter space, cabinets, and a walk-in pantry.

  I walked over to the fridge and looked it over, then pulled out what we’d need for a steak meal with sautéed mushrooms and onions, and I found the baked potatoes in the pantry, and as an afterthought I grabbed a can of mixed vegetables.

  “Steak and potatoes with mushroom and onions, and these vegetables. Why don’t you cook while you talk me through grabbing souls and sending them back. See if anything obvious happens.”

  She tilted her head, “You want me to cook for you?”

  I nodded, “I do. I also said I don’t like repeating myself.”

  She bit her lip, that confusion was back in her eyes, but she looked far from offended. In fact, part of that confusion was mixed with a breathlessness in her eyes. No wonder no guys had ever won her heart. She was a total submissive in that part of her life, she didn’t want a man that took control in bed and took his pleasure. She wanted a man that took control in bed, gave her what she needed before taking their pleasure, but also a man that took charge of her, period.

  She was almost insanely intelligent and ruthless, ambitions beyond belief, and she had her shit together. I could tell that much, but that was for her ambitions. The coven she wanted to build, the power she wanted to accumulate both for herself and through me. But in a relationship, she wanted the opposite, she wanted to be taken care of, even told what to do. To even dress in what her man wanted, and to cook the food he wanted. She didn’t want any control there, as far as I could tell, when it came to her personal life.

  At least, that was my theory, and so far, it seemed to be working out in spades. The big hint was she’d never fallen for a man, so obviously taking control of her, being selfish, and treating her like a slut was not the way to accomplish that. Her lifestyle had prevented her meeting anyone like that, and her very saucy nympho attitude just made that worse. She ran over all the men that tried to possess her, and none of them had the balls, or perhaps the access like I did in her life and home, to take control like she really wanted.

  Of course, if I was wrong, the whole thing could backfire in a huge way. But I didn’t think I was. She was a formidable woman out in the world who took no prisoners, but she also needed a man to take care of her, to feel valued for other things outside of her sexual prowess and availability.

  In short, she was a whole woman, with differing needs, not a sexualized caricature of one.

  The big problem was she had no idea she was a submissive, I didn’t think, so I was moving slowly. Starting with meals and what she wore, and in rocking her world in bed by being generous, respectful, and very much in charge. That, plus it was all entirely new, and she probably didn’t trust me enough to put our home life relationship completely in my hands yet. Submissive women had to trust too, they wouldn’t submit to anyone, but I was building a trust between us I thought.

  Don’t get me wrong, not a BDSM master-slave submissive thing though she did have kinks to see to, I mean a warm and caring submission and desire to be taken care of and even be told what to do, with respect and honor, not belittlement.

  She nodded, “Okay? That sounds like a plan, and you should get to know your power as quickly as possible anyway. How do you like your steak?”

  “Medium rare.”

  I stole another kiss, and then patted her ass lightly in a possessive way as I broke it and moved over to the table and sat down.

  She tilted her head, “One moment.”

  She just stood there for a minute, then nodded in satisfaction and started to put together dinner.

  “I put up a ward in here, you’ll be able to power through it on purpose, but not on accident. Just in case something violent happens. Umm, we’ll start out slowly anyway. Try to focus on your magic, and the idea of summoning one dead person from one of the hells. Someone not nice. Let me know when you get that far, then we’ll figure out what you can do. Obviously, we’ll figure out your limits in summoning and controlling the dead later, the least amount of power you use right now the better. Especially inside the house.”

  I nodded, “You’re the boss, teach.”

  And she was, when it came to our alliance and helping me figure out my power. She’d only be my sexy as hell submissive minx in our personal lives. If I was right, and if I managed to win her over. I already knew I wanted it. I mean, I wanted to explore it, see if we could be more. It just made sense to at least try, it might not work out. I was here anyway, and there were quite a few things to admire about her already.

  It was surprisingly easy, I focused on my power and the idea of pulling a spirit of the dead from one of the hells, anywhere but the Elysium fields. One appeared, an older looking man with wisps of fire licking his body that slowly went out, as did his scream.

  “Who the…!” he trailed off into silence as I ordered him to shut up. He didn’t exactly look happy, except maybe for the fact he was no longer burning in eternal torment.

  I turned to Maggie who smiled at me with amusement, “What now?”

  She said, “See if you can sense the power of his soul.”

  I frowned, and at first I overthought it, wondering how to do it, but in the end I just did it. Focused on the idea, and my magic was already tethering the soul and I felt its power.

  “So far so good.”

  She said, “Try to pull some of that power into you, then carefully test the speed of your movements, your strength, and pay close attention to your perceptions and feelings. That’s probably the easiest thing, figuring out if it gives you a physical boost of some…”

  She continued talking, but the words seemed to slow down telling me my perceptions were faster and sharper. I stood up carefully, and picked up my chair carefully, but it all felt normal, if extremely slow. Like I was moving in slow motion myself. So all that seemed to do was speed up my mind. The chair wasn’t any lighter than I’d have expected, and I don’t think I was moving slower, I think my mind had just sped up.

  “Mind… faster, no speed, or strength,” I said slowly trying for a normal speed.

  She giggled, “Try talking normally.”

  “Like this?” I frowned, as it sounded slow to me.

  She nodded, “Your mind is sped up, but your mouth isn’t.”

  I exercised great patience as she explained to me in what sounded like an incredibly slow explanation.

  “Your powers are mystical in nature, which will be harder to figure out, but we’re up to the task. Think of it like this, your power orders and controls the dead, and perhaps demons, and can deny death. But it’s also a conduit of sorts to harness the power of the souls you summon. You can pull power from them, which speeds up your perceptions. That will be extremely important if you face another demi-god, who’s particularly fast and strong.

  “I suspect your power can also harness a soul’s power in other ways than merely speeding up your mind. Experiment with it, carefully.”

  The man had a panicked look on his face by then, and I ignored the guilt that engendered. Any forced service to me would be a million times more pleasant than whatever punishment he’d earned in the hells. Sure, that was partially sophistry, just because he was miserable didn’t give me the right to coopt his existence. But… it was what it was, and if that made me an asshole, then I’d live with it.