His Little Witch

Chapter 2

I was laying on my side on my bed when I opened my eyes. I couldn't move my body when I realized I was dreaming again. That's when I heard soft grunting behind me and the bed began to shake slightly. I couldn't turn to see him, but I could feel him. He was m**********g behind while moaning "Little witch." Instinctively, my thighs clenched and my pus.sy throbbed. "What was happening to me?" I said inside my head. Why was my body getting turned on by this strange man? "Sorry little witch, but I need to feel you right now," he said into my ear. He had laid his chin on my shoulder, bringing his face closer to mine. I could now feel his breath on my cheek. His hand reached down to my thigh, lifting it up slightly. I then felt his hot throbbing d***k slide between my legs. I was thankful I slept with pajama shorts on. It was what separated us from actually touching. He then slid his hand up the hem of my shirt, his fingers tracing circles on my hip. He then gripped it tightly while he began to thrust between my legs. I could feel his tongue gliding across my jaw all the way up to my ear. He bit down on my earlobe as he cursed under his breath. I could feel my underwear getting more wet with every thrust he made between my legs. "I like how big your thighs are, my little witch. They're making my d***k feel good. Can you feel it? How hard my d***k is for you?" he asked near my ear. My heart was beating out of my chest with everything that was going on. I wanted to look back at him to see what kind of facing this ruby-eyed demon was making. He normally looked so cold and dominating, now he sounded so desperate, like he was craving my body. My body was anything but attractive. I had back rolls and cellulite on my thighs. My face was chubby and everything I wore was 3x, so I wasn't exactly model status. Yet this man, who looked to be over 6ft and had a strongly built body, was craving my body. I could hear the lewd noise coming from between my thighs covered in his pre-c*m. I felt him starting to thrust faster, more sloppily. I could tell he was close and while doing that he snaked his hands up my shirt, cupping my breasts. "These are big and full. I can't wait to have them in my mouth," he stated while finding my n*****s and pinching them. "I can't wait to have all of you in my mouth. My. Little. Witch," he said through gritted teeth before biting down on my neck. I didn't know what sensation to focus on the pain in my neck or the hot fluid he shot between my thighs. He let go of my neck and reached his hand down between my legs. I could feel his fingers rubbing against my pajama shorts before he took his hand up to my face. "Look at my present to you. Have a little taste." Before I could even register what I was looking at, he rubbed his fingers on my lips before shoving them in my mouth. My tongue swirling around them against my will. "Why was my body betraying me?" was all I could ask myself. From the corner of my eye I could see a little smirk on his lips as he watched. Just as he was about to pull them out of my mouth, I jumped awake from the same alarm that saves me every morning. I rubbed my face with my hands, muttering to myself, "What the hell was that?" Before I could even think about it anymore, I had to start getting ready for work. I couldn't wait to get to work and dive into the world of fantasy. As an editor, I got to read people's fantasy worlds. I always thought it was beautiful how people could create a whole other world in their stories. The way they breathe life into their characters in subtle ways. It's not just putting words together on paper. It's more like slowly stitching together every piece of a great story. Even if they're not for everyone, I still think every story is good in its own way. "Elyria, I need to move you to the 18+ editor team. They need some extra hands. You can go ahead and head there now. The manager already knows you're coming," my manager said. I looked around hoping he wasn't talking to me. Besides the dreams I have, that was the most R-rated stuff I have ever been close to. Yet now they want me to be an editor for steamy books. "Um, manager, are you sure I'm the right fit for this job? I mean I've never even read those types of book," I stated, hoping he would reconsider. " No, I think you'll be great! Besides, take this as a learning opportunity and expand your horizons. Who knows you may end up loving it and publishing a big hit?" he said while patting my back. I stood there staring at him for a few seconds before gathering my desk items. On my walk to my new team and desk I thought about what he said. He was right. I should expand my horizons...I love books, so I shouldn't discriminate against them. Just like that, I got excited and ready to face whatever came my way.