Familiar with the Warlock - Viola Grace Page 0,3
wits about her when there was a change in the environment in the room.
Olmin’s voice was amused. “I thought you would have her naked by now.”
Argo didn’t say anything, just reached out and lifted her bound hands.
At a whisper, the ropes unravelled and Maven reached up and threaded her fingers through Argo’s hair.
He moved back to her mouth again, and her gasps and light moans were the result of his hand sliding back into her corset.
When he lifted his head, he grinned. “I think it is appropriate for us to disrobe now.”
She blinked. “That is going to take some doing.”
He grinned. “We can manage it.”
She sat up, and Olmin was sitting in a chair near the bed. He turned her, and the corset laces released, then turned her back and slid his hands along the front, opening the busk one closure at a time.
His hair was black, his eyes were grey, and his skin had a surprisingly even tan that hinted at a mixed-race connection in his past. His shirt was open, cuffs unsnapped and rolled back, and his belt was gone.
She looked down, and bare toes were visible under the edge of his trousers. She blinked and remembered what was under the skirt. “Um, I should just go and disrobe in a bathroom or something.”
Olmin unsnapped the last closure and removed the corset. “No, I think you should allow us the pleasure.”
“I really would prefer it.”
He looked at her costume. “Why? Sea witch, correct?”
“Yeah.”
He smiled. “No surprises then.”
Olmin pulled the shirt out of her skirt and, without ceremony, pulled it up and over her head.
He knelt and ran his tongue along her ribs. “You marked yourself.”
She shivered as he used his tongue to soothe the welts left by the corset.
He glanced up and smiled. “Your tits are fantastic.”
Her face got hot, and she heard Argo chuckle behind her.
His fingers hooked in the elastic of her skirt, and he pulled it down in one move. Everybody in the room froze.
She knew what they were looking at, and the black leather thigh-high boots with tiny hook-and-eye closures were one thing, but the thigh-high stockings with garter belt were probably not what they had been expecting over tiny black lacy panties.
She covered her face with her hands. “This was not what I had in mind for this evening.”
Argo ran his hand down her back and cupped her butt. “If I had known, I would have burrowed under your skirt.”
Olmin stroked his hand up to her inner thigh and pressed three fingers against her sex. “You are wet.”
She shivered as he slowly moved his fingers. “I... don’t know what I am supposed to say to that.”
He smiled. “How do I get you out of these boots?”
She nodded and leaned over to unsnap the first three closures. He nodded, and there was a gesture, and the leather slid away.
She felt a tugging at the sides of the panties, and then, they were being whisked away. She looked over at Argo, and he was inhaling deeply at the bundle of black lace.
She covered her face in mortification. She kept her hands there until she felt a tongue moving down her spine and two hands cupping her breasts.
She looked around and tried to figure out a place to bolt.
Olmin got her out of her boots, and he slid his hand up her inner thigh again. “This is a pleasant surprise. It seems you haven’t cut yourself off from all sensuality.”
She blushed. “I needed something to keep the boots from my skin and like the way that the stockings feel.”
He chuckled. “I would have to agree with that.”
His fingers teased the top of her stockings and drew tiny circles up toward her sex. She started to shake, and when his fingertip drew a light, slick line from her opening to her clit, her knees gave way and her body twitched, and Argo caught her and held her while she covered her eyes.
“Olmin, how much did she give up?” Argo’s voice was amazed by something he was seeing.
She uncovered her eyes and squinted at the bright glow that was where Olmin’s eyes should be. He was staring at her in surprise. “Enough to light the beacon.”
Maven whispered, “So, I can leave, right?”
The smile that crossed his clearly cut lips was slow. “Oh, no. This is only the start.”
He disappeared in a flash, and she was left in Argo’s embrace. “So, can I go now?”
He looked down at her and grinned. “No. Did you know that you could do