Fucking Mr. Scone

Fucking Mr. Scone

Forced down to her knees, the blindfold was suddenly pulled off of Sharon’s face. The frightened witch looked up into the hard black eyes of her former employer, Arcutus Scone.

“Surprise,” he purred.

“Mr. Scone,” the witch breathed, her heart in her throat.

Sharon looked around. They were in a small stone room with no apparent exit. There was a huge four-poster bed draped in black bedding and nothing else. She looked up at the wizard.

“No need to ask why you are here, Miss McLuster. For my pleasure and your fulfillment,” the wizard said silkily, “I caught you in compromising positions with Mr. Johnson three times during your last year at Spells Unlimited. Once behind the the palettes, once in the break room, and once in the employee shower room. So you are no shy virgin, witch.”

“You have no right to do this,” Sharon said, “this is rape, Mr. Scone. Rape.”

The wizard looked at the witch consideringly.

“Miss McLuster. When I discovered you with Mr. Johnson, I didn’t immediately stop your ‘engagement.’ I looked into your mind, to see how you were enjoying him. Imagine my surprise when I saw myself fucking you. You were fantasizing about me while fucking him,” the wizard said with a smirk. “And all three times your mind was focused on me.”

Sharon colored. She’d been busted.

The wizard continued.

“You never had the nerve to approach me and tell me that you wanted me. I was…shall we say…intrigued by the thought. In fact, I waited to see what you would do. But you showed extraordinary cowardice. Then you took another job and left me unfulfilled. You see, I would love to fuck a young and brilliant witch such as you. You are a pretty witch, small and curvaceous like I like. And I know you desire me…and how you desire me. You want to be manhandled. Mr. Johnson wasn’t able to give you what you needed. I’ve been watching you, Miss McLuster. I know you’ve broken it off with the wizard. You haven’t been with any man in months. Are you horny, witch?” the wizard asked her. “Do you want your fantasy fulfilled? Do you want your bastard of a former employer to give you what you need?”

“This…is…rape,” Sharon breathed, her belly tight.

Yes, she did have a thing for the wizard. She wanted to be dominated by him, but this wasn’t the right way for him to go about it. Suddenly, the wizard caught her by the arm. Then they were standing in an alley.

The wizard released Sharon’s arm, his dark eyes glittering down at her.

“You can go, Miss McLuster. Your opportunity is past. I took you this way because I believed it would play into your fantasies about me. I had no intentions of forcing myself on you…though there would have been some force if you had accepted me. I think you would have welcomed it, witch. Now, we’ll never know will we? Goodbye, Miss McLuster,” the wizard said, disappearing.

Sharon stood there, staring at the empty spot the wizard had just occupied. Despite her protestations, she had a terrible ache between her thighs. She hadn’t known he would release her like this. It seemed as if he had intended to just take her despite her protestations. Rape meant prison however. She doubted he wanted to go to prison, no matter how much he wanted to fuck her.

Sharon magically transported from the alley to her apartment. Normally she would have gone to a public travel point. There were heavy penalties for free form travel. But in an area like this, those penalties were rarely enforced.

Sharon sat down in an armchair and stared into the fire. She had been walking down the boulevard when a hand reached out and yanked her into a recess. Her mouth was covered, then she heard a spell whispered. A blindfold was yanked down over her head, then the next thing she knew, she was transported someplace else and forced to her knees.

“Damn,” she breathed. “I should have gone along with it. I bet he would have been amazing. Well, I blew it.”

That night she had a very erotic dream of Mr. Scone fucking her from behind, one pale fist wrapped tightly in her hair, and the other pale hand slapping her buttocks as he rammed into her over and over, his head thrown back and his face contorted with pleasure. She orgasmed in her sleep and woke.

“Oh damn,” she breathed, the back of her nightgown soaked from her release.

Why hadn’t she let the wizard fuck her?

Because she was an idiot, that’s why. Mr. Scone would have given her the best sex of her life…not that she had been with anyone but John, but still…just his touch would probably make her come. She wanted him just that badly. The idea of the wizard looking down at her with those cold, dark eyes, his lips curled into a lascivious sneer as he fucked her just made her want to melt into a puddle.

With that nose, she bet his cock was huge.

“Damn it,” Sharon cursed again, reaching for her wand on the nightstand and scourgifying herself and her bed. She flopped back down in it, drawing the covers over her.

“Well, it’s too late now,” she said, rolling over and trying to sleep. It took quite a while.

After two weeks a very exhausted Sharon McLuster stared at herself in the mirror. She had little bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and she had to use a stimulus potion every morning before she went to her entry level job at the university. After a year, the university would pay for courses so she could become a Spells Mistress. But she had been giving a poor showing the past couple of weeks, making senseless errors. She had been called into the supervisor’s office twice about her carelessness. She told him she was distracted.

“Well, you’d better get back on track, Sharon. You know this position is very competitive. You can be replaced and will be if you make another error,” the wizard told her.

“Sharon,” she said to her reflection. “You’ve got to get it together…and there’s only one way to do that. You’re going to have to go and see Mr. Scone and get him to finish what he started or you’ll never get a decent night’s sleep again.”

Sharon had a feeling that this was going to be quite the ordeal. Mr. Scone was not the sweetest wizard in the world. Once he saw how horny she was, more than likely he was going to give her a hard time before he gave her a hard time. He’d probably bring up the “missed opportunity” line again.

Was she willing to jump through hoops to get in the wizard’s bed?

After the past two weeks? Hell yes.

******************************************

Arcutus was in his office late, going over paperwork. As usual the information garnered was deplorable. It was about eight o’clock and he was tired. The wizard put down his quill, sat back in his swivel chair and rubbed his eyes. Enough torture. He was going to have a whiskey and head for home. The wizard was just about to stand up when there was a knock on the door. He scowled. Who could that be this late in the evening?

“Come in,” he practically snarled.

Slowly the door opened, and Sharon McLuster walked in, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

Well, well now.

“Miss McLuster. What brings you to my office at this late hour?” the wizard said, his dark eyes sweeping over the witch. He knew what brought her.

He did. It certainly took the witch long enough.

“I…I needed to see you, Mr. Scone,” Sharon said in a small voice, taking a seat in the rickety wooden chair the wizard provided for visitors.

Arcutus arched an eyebrow at her. This was going to be rather fun.

“What could you possibly want to see me about? You are no longer a employee here, Miss McLuster,” he said, fighting back a lascivious smirk. He could tell the witch wanted him; just by the way she wouldn’t meet his eyes. She was torn, and he liked it. Very much.

“It’s a…a personal matter,” Sharon replied, trying to figure out just how she was going to tell the dark wizard she wanted to be fucked by him.

Arcutus sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.

“A personal matter? Do tell, Miss McLuster,” he purred at her.

Sharon colored. Damn.

“Well, since our last…um…meeting, I haven’t been able to sleep very well…and…and my work’s been suffering at school…and…” she began.

“It sounds like you need to visit an apothecary rather than me, Miss McLuster. What can I possibly do about your lack of sleep and problems at school?” he said, his dark eyes glinting at the witch.

Sharon began to twist her hands together nervously.

“Well you are the reason I can’t sleep and am distracted,” she said, her voice cracking a bit.

“And why is that?” he asked her, cocking his head.

“Because I keep dreaming about you,” the witch confessed, feeling a bit nauseous now.

“Having nightmares about my ill treatment of you at Spells Unlimited?” he asked.

Sharon felt a bit angry now. She was sure the wizard knew what kind of dreams she was having. He wasn’t making this easy at all.

Arcutus smirked openly now.

“No. Dreams of a more…erotic nature,” Sharon said, blinking rapidly, her stomach flipping over at telling the usually cold Mr. Scone this.

Arcutus leveled his eyes on her again. She was wearing blue robes and her hair curled softly around her shoulders. She had a small mouth with full lips. He felt a throb as he imagined those lips stretched around his glistening cock.

“So, what would you have me do about that, witch?” he asked her, his voice taking on a sensual, silky timbre that went straight to Sharon’s thighs.

“Help me make the dreams go away so I can sleep and function normally again,” Sharon replied.

Arcutus considered her.

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. I want an answer that’s more…honest,” he said to the witch.

Sharon tried again.

“I want you to give me another opportunity,” she said.

Arcutus shook his head.

“More direct,” he said softly, feeling an erection coming on.

Sharon looked at the wizard. Damn, he was going to make her say it straight out.

“All right. All right,” the witch said, her voice breaking. “I want to be fucked by you, Mr. Scone.”

Arcutus felt a powerful throb at Sharon’s admission, but he hid his reaction.

“You and several other hot little witches I know,” he replied. “However, the others do not interest me. You do.”

Sharon felt a delicious shudder as the wizard expressed his desire for her. Then he scowled slightly.

But, you turned me down once. How do I know you won’t do it again, Miss McLuster? Cold feet and all that.”

Sharon stared at him. The answer should be obvious.

“You should know because I came here to you,” she replied, a bit of irritation in her voice. “Because I’ve given in to my desire.”

”You haven’t yet, witch,” he replied silkily. “I think…I think I would like a bit of proof you are willing to engage me this time.”

Sharon’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted proof? What kind of proof?

”What kind of proof?” she asked. Damn, did he want to fuck her right here…or a blow job? She felt a little wetness trickle down her thighs.

Arcutus chuckled.

“Don’t worry Miss McLuster. I don’t plan to have you perform anything sexual for me. Well at least not anything that requires your touching me. However, I would like to see your breasts. Show them to me,” the wizard said, his eyes narrowing somewhat.

“My breasts?” she repeated slowly.

“Is there an echo in here? Either show me your breasts witch, or get out. I don’t have the time or inclination to play games with you,” Arcutus said severely. He was rock hard now.

Sharon felt a bit of excitement as the wizard made demands of her. What would he be like behind closed doors when he had her at his mercy?

Hopefully not very merciful. She wanted him demanding and a bit…sadistic.

Slowly she began to unbutton her robes, the wizard’s dark eyes watching as she opened fastener after fastener. She wore a t-shirt underneath…and jeans. She opened her robes. Arcutus’ eyes washed over her large breasts. For a petite woman she had ample curves. He hoped her nipples were dark. He liked dark nipples rather than pink ones.

“Can I just pull up my shirt and bra?” she asked him.

The wizard made a sound of assent in the back of his throat. Arcutus was leaning forward now, his hands resting on his desk, staring at the witch. The look on his face was one of lust and expectancy. Sharon loved the way he was looking at her. He was showing emotion…something she had never witnessed before. He wouldn’t be completely cold when he fucked her…she could tell.

Sharon pulled up her shirt and bra, letting her breasts drop into view. The wizard drew in a sharp breath as he eyed their fullness and dark nipples, which were hardening.

“Very nice, Miss McLuster,” he said, the silk in his voice a bit raw. “Now, caress them for me. Slowly.”

Extremely turned on, Sharon did as the wizard asked, slowly sliding her hands over her own curves as if caressing two full melons.

“Squeeze them. Hard,” the wizard groaned, one hand reaching for the bulge beneath his robes. Sharon did so, and the wizard hissed as the full flesh ballooned through her fingers.

“Now…now tweak your nipples,” he said in a low voice, rubbing himself gently through his robes. Sharon saw his arm moving back and forth, and could only imagine what was on the other side of that desk. She did as he asked, her eyes closing and her head leaning back as she imagined it was his hands she felt on her breasts.

“Yessss,” the wizard breathed. Suddenly he stopped rubbing and grimaced. He felt like ejaculating. He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he fought climaxing.

“Cover yourself, Miss McLuster,” he said hoarsely. “Immediately.”

Bewildered, Sharon did as he asked…pulling down her bra and stuffing her breasts into the cups, then pulling down her shirt.

“Are you covered?” the wizard asked, his eyes still closed.

“Yes,” Sharon replied, her own voice a bit husky. Damn she was so hot. If he wanted her right now, Sharon would have definitely given it up.

Arcutus opened his eyes and let out a sigh before focusing on Sharon.

“Very well. Leave me your address. I will pick you up at six this coming Friday,” he said, holding out a pen and a piece of paper.