The Sea Witch Read online Katee Robert (Wicked Villains #5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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I take a step forward, and Zuri gasps. “Your back. It looks terrible.”

It feels terrible, but terrible isn’t terrible at all. Every time I move, I’m reminded of who owns me, and while there might be a time when that knowledge chafes, right now it just feels as close to peace as I’ll ever get. “It’s what I want.” I walk out of the room and head toward the kitchen.

Ursa’s corner penthouse is one of the rare ones without an open-floor concept. Each room is neatly contained, most of them positioned with some kind of massive windows and view of Carver City. The kitchen is all white and grays, marble counters and cabinets that reach the ceiling. I’ve only been in this room a few times; when I’ve been here before, it wasn’t to cook or eat. I can’t cook, so it’s just as well.

She’s pulling a few things from the fridge and setting them out. Eggs and bacon and potatoes and what looks like homemade bread. “Alaric, grate these potatoes. Zuri, take a seat.”

It feels very, very strange to wash my hands and move to stand next to Ursa. I begin to shred the potatoes on the large grater she hands me. This isn’t fucking. It’s downright domestic, for all that I’m naked. I don’t know what to think of that. I don’t have any frame of reference for it. If I want to have a life with Ursa, it will be filled with small moments like this. The thought warms me even as I obey her.

Ursa pulls a cast iron pan from a low cabinet and sets it on the stove. Then she walks out of the room. When she returns, she’s holding a large dildo that’s shaped like a tentacle. Ursa sticks it to the counter in front of Zuri. “Darling, get familiar with this. It will be inside you later today.”

I nearly laugh at how large Zuri’s eyes get as she takes in the purple and blue silicone and suckers. Ursa arches a brow. “I wouldn’t look too smug over there, lover. This one will be inside you, too.” She pulls out an even larger dildo and sets it on the counter well out of reach of all the food. This one is also a tentacle, but it’s black and glittery and nearly twice the size of the other one.

I stare at it, trying to calculate how the curves and bumps will feel inside me. My cock goes painfully hard at the thought. Good. It’s going to be very, very good. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.” She takes the cutting board with the shredded potatoes and moves to the stove. “Sit down.”

I walk around to the seat next to Zuri and gingerly sink onto the stool. She leans close to whisper, “Why are you not freaking out?”

“I enjoy the hell out of Ursa fucking me.”

“But it’s so big and a tentacle.” She can’t quite take her eyes off the one in front of her. “Why is it a tentacle?”

“Because she wants it to be.” It’s as simple as that. Ursa gives a command and I follow it. “She’s the Sea Witch, after all.”

“I thought she’s called that because she used to drown her enemies in the ocean.”

I shoot her a look. “Yeah, that’s where she got the name. But with her submissives, she likes to play into it. You’ll see.”

Chapter 16

Ursa

I let them simmer in anticipation through breakfast. The dildos stay in plain sight, impossible to avoid, and it amuses me greatly that Zurielle can barely take her eyes off the one meant for her.

It’s a simple game, but one I enjoy immensely. The longer it takes me to put these particular toys into place, the more they’ll consume her and Alaric’s thoughts, until they’re ready to beg for it.

“Alaric, clean the dishes.” I choose to ignore his sigh and take the seat he vacates. “Zurielle, darling, how are you feeling this morning?” I grab her knee and turn her on the stool so that she’s facing me, her legs on either side of mine. She instinctively tries to close them, but I don’t allow it. I hold her gaze as I stroke her pussy and urge her to scoot forward a few inches so I can slide two fingers into her. She clenches around me so sweetly. Everything about this girl is sweet. I explore her carefully. “Sore?”

“A little.” She has a death grip on the counter with one hand, and she’s staring at the sight of my fingers sliding in and out of her.

“Did our Alaric start your day off with an orgasm?” One look at her face gives me my answer. I snort. “Of course not. His cock was in your mouth. He wouldn’t be overly concerned with returning the favor. Selfish boy.”

“I can hear you,” he mutters.


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