Her eyes melted and she bit her lip, looking up at me in awe and sweet devotion, and she squeezed around me tightly to give me the go ahead. Her eyes locked on mine, and I doubted either of us could look away.

  I started to plow her with everything I had. It was a rutting fuck, with one purpose, to dump another load into her sexy body as quickly as possible, and to make her cum like a tornado touching ground. We were fucking, a hard rutting fuck, there was no other word for it. It was what she loved, what she needed, and I sure as hell loved plowing her often.

  But up above, I was making love to my witch with my eyes, and she was gazing up at me with devotion, awed surrender, and sweet adoration, all while she panted, cried out, sighed in pleasure, and made other sexy noises of bliss while I pounded home into her hot and needy sex. The transcendent joy of it in her eyes was sublime, at whatever it was she saw in my eyes.

  She was mine, there was lust, love, ecstasy, possessiveness and protectiveness, a need to make her scream, all mixed with the powerful waves of pleasure that slowly filled me to the brim. Fucking my witch was incredibly, and it’d only gotten better, using her for my pleasure gave her pleasure. But it was also so much deeper than that, after twenty-nine days of living together. She’d stolen my heart, and ravishing her was far more than simple lust these days.

  Now wasn’t the time to tell her though, not after making her suck me off and then pounding her like an animal, no matter how much love I also felt. Not for the first time.

  She screamed my name twice over the next ten minutes, and splintered apart powerfully under me, her hot flesh clenching around me and her body quivering, trembling, and squirming under me. Watching her cum, watching all my ladies cum for me while their sexes went wild around my cock, well I lived for those moments. So sensual, so beautiful.

  “Wild witch,” I said in awe, then roared, “Mine!” as ecstatic bliss ravaged my senses and locked up my body, and my cock pulsed powerfully again and again in her quivering and firmly milking heaven as I filled her up.

  She let out a shaky sigh and gasped out several breaths, as we came down from those heights as one.

  She said breathily, “I need to cook in lingerie more often.”

  I laughed, “If you wish. You’re incredible, Brenna,” I rolled off her and pulled her against me.

  She nuzzled my neck and snuggled into me.

  I decided I just had to know, so I asked, “Why do you call me Mark, and the others mistress?”

  She asked, “You want to be called mistress?”

  I spanked her, “Funny.”

  She giggled, “In this case, mistress is a reverent term of respect for the goddesses in the house. But you’re my god, the one I worship, the one that owns me, they are just above me. I serve them, I even love June, adore her, she’s amazing, but I don’t worship them. Everything I do, everything I say, every breath I take, is in worship to you, Mark. And when you worship a god, you say his or her name.”

  That was… intense. I didn’t feel worthy of it, but I’d come to accept it. At least I knew why I didn’t have a pet name from her.

  “Do you want, or do you know anyone, that could manage our money, and the practical money side of our businesses? We’re a bunch of artsy gods, after all.”

  She giggled, “Of course, I managed a business for forty years, but that isn’t high finance. You’re about to have what, eighteen million or so in the bank? You need a financial planner. I can handle it all, balance the books, keep track of things for you, pay the taxes, but I should be guided by someone qualified to give out advice.

  “I’d love to take it on, be your cooking, shopping, and money slut. There is one in our coven, in one of the other families. I also won’t speculate, long term investment and tax expense reduction only.”

  “Alright, take care of it then, for me and any businesses we buy as a family. We can see if June wants help with her fortune as well, I have no idea how or if she’s even invested.”

  She said breathily, “Your will is my service, Mark.”

  I grinned, “Did that just turn you on? Me trusting you that much?”

  She nodded, her body trembling with desire.

  I grinned, “Go ahead, suck me off, you know you want to. Take your time, enjoy it, because I certainly will my wild witch.”

  She giggled, and started to kiss her way down my body, where she blew my mind and cock, for quite a long time before extracting blinding pleasure from my body along with a flood of cum that she swallowed down like mother’s milk.

  Then I just held her, and enjoyed our intimacy for a while…

  Chapter Six

  The rest of the day I painted. I used a witch spell to clean out an eight-by-eight area of the studio, and I got to work on the commission. The view from farseeing space was amazing, and while the sun, moon, and earth weren’t in the best alignment for a painting, the milky way was. I moved things around in my head to balance the painting, it was what it would truly look like in about three months. Regardless, I lost myself in the painting. Focusing on the ends alone, and I let my power and natural trained talent figure out the rest.

  If anything, it was even better than my third series, as if I was slowly learning how to surrender to my power and mantel while painting, giving the magic more control more completely in channeling my natural talents.

  “Brenna?”

  I frowned as I looked at the time. It was almost six and she should’ve been cooking us dinner. I sensed her magic upstairs in her room, and I headed that way. My two good goddesses were gone, and the naughty one was in her room as usual. I wasn’t sure where they were, probably shopping. Normally they’d have told me they were going out, but not when I was absorbed in my power and a painting. My power and our bond through the magic told me they were safe and happy, so I felt no need to invade their privacy just to find out.

  I reached Breanna’s room and heard her whimpering, and not in a good way. I opened the door and she was sitting on her feet, knees spread wide, and absolutely going to town on her pussy with a cucumber. One that had blood on it, and she didn’t look like she was enjoying it. On the contrary, her eyes were wide with pain, panic, and terror, tears covered her face.

  How long had she been like this?

  “Stop,” I ordered, and when she didn’t stop, I knew what happened, and said in a deeper far more commanding tone, “You are no longer under compulsion.”

  She sobbed and fell to her side, and I ran over and cast a healing spell while I pulled her into my arms. The rage inside me was apocalyptic, but I held back for the moment by my concern and the need to heal, soothe, and protect.

  “Amber did this?” I demanded.

  She clung to me and sobbed, and I just rocked her while she got it out. Just how long had it taken for her to fuck herself bloody with a cucumber. The pain had cleared from her eyes with my healing spell, but she was clearly traumatized and shaken badly.

  I compelled, “You will ignore all compulsions in the future,” then added, “That should work against any god save a tier one, Brenna. This will never happen again, and I will kill that bitch for this.”

  The towering and murderous rage I felt at Amber harming my witch was completely overwhelming.

  Her hands clawed and gripped my clothing.

  “No. I don’t think she meant to do it. I was… I’ve been trying to advise her. June and Lily too, because we all know she won’t listen to a man, even her god. She lost her temper, told me to go f myself with a cucumber. But I think she was just being her usual bitchy self, I don’t think she realized she compelled me.”

  I growled, “Why didn’t you get my attention with a spell, or yell.”

  She bit her lip, “She also ordered me to shut the f up, her words. Of course, she dropped the full f-bomb, but I don’t like that word outside of heated dirty talk.”

  “What else did she say, you should’ve been able to stop on your own. Once you’d fucked yourself.”

  She cleared her throat, and grabbed on tighter, “She actually said, word for word, ‘go fuck yourself unconscious with a cucumber, and shut the fuck up about that asshole. Obviously I hadn’t been unconscious yet.”

  I sighed, “Rest, we’ll order pizza, or go out to eat, when the others get back. That bitch can fend for herself in the kitchen if she survives my wrath. How long?”

  She trembled, then said, “About an hour, I stopped by her room to check on her, right before I planned to go down and cook dinner. I vote for pizza, I don’t want to go out.”

  That she actually voted at all told me just how fragile and shocked she was, she’d never ventured an opinion like that before without me asking for it. Would never dream of putting herself above my and the ladies’ opinion on dinner plans. That truly enraged me, that she was that traumatized by Amber’s thoughtless bitchiness.

  I pulled out my phone to text June to pick up two or three pizzas on their way home.

  June replied that they were almost done at the mall, and she gave an ETA of thirty minutes.

  “I’m sorry this happened. I should’ve taken that measure a while back, but I never imagined one of mine would do something like this. Accident or not.”

  She replied, “Not your fault. She’s not in touch with her power, I’m surprised she hasn’t used compulsion on accident before now.”

  “Doesn’t matter, I need to set her straight, no more letting her be a little bitch about it all.”

  Brenna looked worried.

  I said, “I won’t kill her,” but she may wish I had when I was done with her.

  Brenna clung to me, and said in a trembling tone, “I’ll be okay. It was awful, but I’m okay. It can’t happen again, and with your compulsion I feel safe again.”

  Yeah, so safe she was clinging to me like a barnacle.

  “I’m sorry I failed you, Brenna.”

  She sniffled, “Not your fault.”

  I took off my charm and threw it in the corner angrily, then thought.

  Thought about what I’d walked in on, pictured it, what a wreck Brenna was. I thought about the conversation, and my rage. About what a selfish cunt Amber was, and how she needed stay out of my sight or I’d strangle her. That she needed to drop the caustic bitch act because none of us had anything to do with the situation she or we were in. That if she didn’t, I was going to kick her out, and I’d be done with her forever.

  That I’d fucking kill her if she even looked at Brenna sideways again.

  That my patience for her nasty mouth was spent.

  I thought about how nasty, spiteful, horrid, and ugly she was to me, the disgusted revulsion and withering contempt I had for her now, and her outer beauty faded, a broken lie. Sexpot my ass, she was an evil minded and hateful hag who had no right to treat the rest of us like shit just because she couldn’t handle what she was.

  Then I used a spell to summon the necklace back, and I put it on.

  Then I just continued to cradle and hold Brenna close, feeling possessive, protective, and guilty for failing her. Because I wasn’t there to protect her. It was just as well I couldn’t leave my witch alone in this state because I think I might’ve killed Amber, or kicked her out, if I’d had to look at her.

  I almost lost it when I used farseeing on her just to see the impact my thoughts had on her. The bitch had to be a narcissist because she didn’t look guilty, shocked, or upset, like any normal feeling person would if they’d accidentally hurt another the way she did. She looked pissed, and like I’d wronged her. She was fuming, which just made me angrier, and it made me regret looking for any shred of decency in her.

  Mostly because I didn’t find any.

  She was no Clarissa, but this world had ruined her with their poisonous views. She should’ve been a joyful goddess like June or Lily, not a self-righteous manhating sarcastically caustic and hateful narcissist. I mean, you’d have to be a narcissist to feel like the wronged party, after seeing what I had seen, the blood, tears, pain, and terror that my wild witch had gone through. A total lack of empathy, and I felt sick to my stomach.

  I’d have accepted her anger, anyone would’ve gotten angry and defensive at my thoughts, but there also should’ve been horror and guilt in her, mixed feelings, not self-righteous fury alone.

  I wanted her gone from my house and out of our lives.

  I caressed Brenna and tried to comfort her with my presence and gentle touch, but she was truly shaken, and this wasn’t just going to go away. She’d been truly traumatized, not using that word lightly, not to mention violated in both mind and body.

  Yet, Amber acted like she was the wronged party. Was there even coming back from that, or was she forever poisoned and broken? I decided that was her punishment. I wouldn’t kill her, that would be a mercy, and free her to be reborn and grow up balanced. She could suffer her hateful existence for an eternity for all I cared.

  I knew I was overreacting, no one deserved to live in the trapped hell of their own bitter mind for eternity, in a life they hated, and in a body that would never age or die save by violence. I got the idea she hated herself, and that she would never find a moment of happiness, and that she blamed the world and us for it because she was weak. It really would be a mercy to hit the reset button, as June had coined it.

  But I wasn’t going to. For one, she didn’t deserve the mercy, and secondly what she’d done was unforgivable and horrible, but it also wasn’t worthy of death.

  My anger calmed as Brenna slowly calmed, and I cleaned her up with magic, incinerated the cucumber and banished the ashes outside with a witch spell. Cleaned up the blood on her and the drippings on the bed. Got her dressed, and she was clinging to me quietly the whole time, and I had no idea what to say. I could only be there for her, there was nothing to say that would fix this.

  She said, “Thank you, Mark. A little late through no fault of your own, but you did save me.”

  I kissed her forehead gently.

  She smiled tremulously, “You can let me go now, I won’t fall apart. June and Lily are back.”

  I nodded, I’d felt them arrive, and I guess she had through the wards.

  “With pizza, want me to carry you?”

  She pushed me away with a laugh, and although it was shaky there was some humor in it, as she got up and headed downstairs. Without a playful look, nor a sexy swish of her hips. I mean, she’d recover, I knew that. She was old, stubborn, and extremely consistent in her joyful service to us, so it hurt to see her like this. Not broken perhaps, but bruised, battered, and devastated.

  There was a pall over the table as I explained what happened, and even without seeing the devastation with their eyes, they looked upset and guilty on Brenna’s behalf. Like a normal person, with real feelings, and they hadn’t even caused it, but like me felt guilty and angry that they hadn’t been here to stop it.

  “So, how was shopping?”

  Lily shook her head, “Actually we got haircuts and had our nails done,” she flashed her fingers which were painted a dark pink.

  I nodded, “I got that part actually.”

  Normally I’d have complimented them but given the circumstances.

  June said, “Nothing else, just a little window shopping. So, what do we do?”

  I shared my thoughts about her narcissism, and won’t repeat them here, which brought the room down another level. I mean, people could evolve, but I wasn’t willing to let her hurt us and bring us down for twenty years before she grew a damned heart and sense of empathy. Even as I still hated the idea of giving up on her, but I honestly couldn’t think of one nice thing to say about her after the last three days.

  She was poison.

  I knew I had a temper too, which had gotten worse with my power. I knew that from how I’d treated the FBI agent that had led my torturous two-day imprisonment in an interrogation room, in a vision. But I was fairly easy going most of the time, and I had been fighting to give Amber more of a chance than June had wanted to give her.

  I’d given the rope to Amber to prove or hang herself with, and she’d hung herself in my eyes. But, given my own anger issues, if a much lesser one, I was kind of leaving it up to them. I also didn’t want them to hate me for kicking out their sister.

  Lily said, “I want to talk to her, hear what she really thinks about all that, before we kick her out.”

  I nodded, “Of course, this will not be a unilateral decision, it affects us all. Bring her up a slice, I doubt after my thoughts she’s willing to enter the kitchen with me in it.”

  June and Lily went, the former loading two slices on a paper plate first, while Brenna sighed.

  “Penny?” for her thoughts.

  Brenna shrugged, “Not what I was hoping for. But I think you’re right in your conclusions, if she really doesn’t care what she did to me… I want to throw up. I honestly can’t think of a nice thing to say either. June struggled with it, but she didn’t take it out on anyone. I thought after yesterday, coming out to us, that she’d finally started to connect even if in a small way. She’s poison though.”

  “Anything I can do, invite family over, or…”

  Brenna smiled, “Just be you, Mark. Thanks.”

  “In that case, sit on my lap, and feed me pizza.”

  She snorted, then smiled despite herself and got up and sat on my lap. Already bouncing back, but it’d be a long time before the haunted look in her eyes was completely gone. It was definitely silly, but we fed each other pizza, and she even kissed me a few times, until the others came back down.

  June looked furious, “She’s packing.”

  Lily was less angry, but still angry. I was guessing it was because June loved me more and Lily and I were just getting started, so she didn’t feel as protective of me. No doubt Amber had said nasty things about me again, because June got angriest at that.

  That assumption was not arrogance, it was just the only time that I’d ever seen June truly angry was on my behalf.

  Lily said, “I think it’s for the best, she has her own place and money. What really hit me was the nothing nice to say part. I think we were all focused too much on her struggle to accept being who she was, and we didn’t see how self-centered and deplorable she was toward others.”