Bill
“Come to papa,” I said to my recent acquisition.
It had taken three months. Three agonizing months of side channels and dealing, along with several double-blind exchanges with the result of my prize finally being shipped right to my office with no one any wiser.
I lifted the supposed antique vase out of the packaging and looked at it longingly. The vase was very nice—possibly even expensive. I never studied pottery or ceramics, so I had no idea really, but whoever sealed my fate charm in it was a wizard, or possibly a witch. Never know these days. Nearly everyone uses some kind of magic.
The office area was quiet. Shelby had left for the night. I was all alone, left to grade essay papers into the late evening hours, and this little beauty was my reward. I turned it over in my hands, feeling the weight of it. I stood up and took a couple of steps away from my desk as I rolled the vase like an odd-shaped basketball.
I took a deep breath and dropped it. The fragile vase shattered into a hundred fragments, which also broke the magic and revealed my prize. An odd-shaped rock with four lines on it. I bent down to pick it up and smiled. It still had a little kick to it as I felt its magic try to entangle me, but even this stone knew what I was in a way. Like recognizing like. Thieves.
I was a bit enamored with it when a familiar voice caught my attention.
“Hello, darling, catch you at a bad time?” Izabella said.
“Never. Is it nine already?” I asked, though I was still distracted by the object in my hand.
“Actually, it’s after nine; I was running late. Didn’t you get my message?” She asked.
“No,” I said with some concern, “I’m sorry. I was a bit distracted.” I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from the stone to look at Izabella. I walked back to my desk and put the stone in the box the vase came in, and I felt myself take a deep breath, like something let go of me.
I glanced at the phone on my desk. I had set it to vibrate. It had a notification waiting, which I hadn’t seen at all. Had I really stared at the artifact for more than thirty minutes without realizing it? I sat at my desk, wondering what happened. Magic was tricky sometimes.
“I can see that now,” she said. Her eyes were darting from the box on my desk to me. A frown appeared on her lips, and it amused me a little. She was always so easy going, that to see a somewhat negative response pointed at me was odd, and a little bit thrilling at the same time.
I reached my hand out for her, and she walked toward me. She stepped over the vase shards to slip her hand into mine.
“I should have waited to open my prize until later, but it was too tempting.” That got me the desired response. A sly smile of understanding appeared on Izabella’s face. An inside joke of sorts. Even a demon that thrives off of theft can be tempted to distraction. I looked at the stone again. Maybe that’s what had happened then. The root of the magic might be in temptation of some kind.
“Well,” she said as she took her hands out of her long trench coat pockets and moved to straddle my lap. “I can understand. It’s a very interesting bobble you have there, Professor.”
“Oh?” I said. “Do you know about it?” My hands moved to Izabella’s hips as her arms came up and her hands rested on my shoulders. I realized at that moment that she had very little to no clothing on under her coat. A temptation indeed.
Izabella leaned forward and kissed me, then licked and kissed along my jaw until she reached my ear. “There was a very discrete contact made for my services to retrieve an item that looks amazingly like the one on your desk,” she whispered. The tone of her voice had an edge to it that was somewhere between seductive and perturbed. I wasn’t sure which at the moment, and I realized I’d never seen Izabella upset about anything, much like I hadn’t seen her disappointment.
Gaining her ire was a risk when I sent the acquisition in that direction. Other negotiations had broken down, and I took more drastic measures. She continued to kiss me. Her voice did things to me that I would never be ashamed of regardless of the emotional undertones in it. The kisses were an apparent distraction to untie my tie as I felt it slip free from my collar.
Izabella gracefully pivoted off of my lap and went behind my chair. She drew my arms back with a gentle nudge and tied my tie around my wrists.
“Weren’t we going to the jazz club tonight?”
“You’ve given me other ideas,” she said.
“Oh?”
“Besides, we’ve never taken advantage of your office.”
“For very obvious reasons.”
“It’s a Friday night. Who’s going to walk in on us now?” Izabella said as she walked back around to the front of the chair and to the erection I could not hide at that point. There was that edge in her voice again, which was amused but dangerous. I looked at her face. Her lips held the amusement while her eyes were dark pools that hinted at the subterfuge the rest of her face was giving me.
“Fair point. So, what would you like to do then?” I glanced at the stone and then back to her.
“Why are you so distracted by that thing?” The gentle seduction in her voice a moment before disappeared into her tone with an edge of anger though her expression hadn’t changed. “Three months of seeing each other, and you don’t trust me?” She tried to play it off as teasing.
“What?! No, no, it’s not that. The damn thing likely uses distraction or temptation magic of some kind. I was holding it. It’s still trying to sink its claws into me, but I’ve been around too long. So, I’m distracted a little. It’s stronger than I thought it would be.”
“Then why didn’t you ask me to get it for you instead going through the network?”
Ah. Fuck. The disappointment in that question. The lack of trust it implied. The edge of danger I was now in since she had tied my hands behind my back. I didn’t think she would hurt me. Actually, the idea that she might hurt me made me even harder.
“I started looking for it when we first met. I didn’t want you to think that was the only reason I continued to see you.” I said as I pulled at the makeshift bonds around my wrists and found myself well and truly bound. Normally, I could have gotten out of any kind of tie bondage, but there was something else looped around my wrists. It wouldn’t let me go, and the more I moved, the tighter it became. I couldn’t magic it off either.
My thief had tricks up her sleeve she hadn’t shown me yet. Dangerous tricks. I couldn’t remember the last time someone pulled a trick on me. The fact that I had let her tie me up without questioning it meant that I trusted her on some level already. It was the kind of surprise that warmed my heart. I did trust her. I looked at her with sheer adoration and amusement. She was trying to be scary and maybe a little threatening, but all it did was make me want her more.
“Why are you smiling right now? I’m upset with you. Can’t you see that?”
“If this is you angry, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“Stop trying to change the subject, Bill.”
I smirked. “I’m not. I am, without a singular doubt, given the state of my trousers at the moment, very enamored with you. Besides, it’s been a very long, long time since someone has actually managed to trap me, and rather effectively, I might add.”
There was a twitch from the corner of her mouth. Professional pride, maybe? I was tempted to read her thoughts to find out but kept out of them. I liked the mystery too much.
“Well, thank you,” she said as her eyes flicked to my cock then back to my face. “On both counts. But that still doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me or ask. You could have let me say no.”
“Would you have told me no?”
“Probably not.”
“Come sit. Please?” I asked. I wanted her face in front of me so that I wasn’t distracted by the bloody stone again. Izabella smiled and slipped back onto my lap. One of her hands caressed my face while the other seemed to be working at my belt. I tried to ignore that distraction as well.
“Now who’s changing the subject?” I said as I glanced down, then back up to her face.
“Continue. You were saying?” She replied as she ignored my question.
I felt my belt open, and then her nimble fingers went to work opening my pants.
“We’re uncomplicated. We’ve had a lot of fun the last three months, and while we may have started as a professional and her mark, that’s not where we’re at right now, unless you’ve really managed to put one over on me.”
I tried not to respond to the fact that she had my cock out of my pants. She gave me a look with an unasked question of yes or no. I nodded, and she pushed herself down onto me. I cleared my throat and swallowed the groan she nearly got as I worked to continue to talk, instead of pant. She spoke instead.
“We are uncomplicated. I like that about us too. But I also like my work. You like my work too, don’t you, Bill?” She said as she looked right at me.
Her voice sounded innocent, but her body was doing things to me without her moving. I knew she could shift, but what she was doing now was somewhat beyond the abilities of any shifter species I knew. She’d not done this before. I mean, sex with her no matter what guise she wore was always enjoyable, but I’ve never seen her not move. At. All.
“Um, yes. Gods yes. Fuck. How are you doing that?” I gasped out my reply. My eyes were practically rolling to the back of my head. I could barely form a thought, let alone hold a conversation.
“Oh, well, I’m talented. Aren’t I, Bill?”
“Yes. Very. Shit. I’m going to come.”
“I think that’s the point." She smiled. "Wouldn't it have been even better if you had known I acquired it for you? Now you'll never know."
She laughed as she sat in my lap, moving, but not moving at the same time. With my arms behind me, I couldn’t do much myself, and honestly, I didn’t want to. She would have stopped if I asked her to. We’d played like this before. Our first night together was similar, though I wasn’t in something I couldn’t get out of that time. We had an agreement. She had upped the ante, so to speak.
Izabella was right. If I had known she'd obtained the stone for me it would have thrilled me. I could have relived her memories of the aquisition while I held the thing I coveted. The idea of it alone was better than any kind of dirty talk in my ear.
She kissed me hard with her tongue diving in and out of my mouth, her hands on either side of my face. I kept up until the inevitable happened, and I groaned into her mouth. She moved then, and I shook to my core, overwhelmed with sensation.
Even as I was losing what was left of my erection, she was adjusting to that, and it occurred to me, she was much more than a shifter. When she came, I was mesmerized by her, trying to figure out exactly what she was, though it had never mattered to me before.
She rested her forehead against mine, and our breath mingled. Each breath was reddening her cheeks, but she didn’t pull back or lean away.
“If this is you, upset, that you didn’t have my undivided attention, I admit to being curious about what happens when you’re angry.”
She made a noise that was like half a laugh and a scoffing sound.
I kept talking, if only to regain control of myself. “I’m sorry. I should have waited for another night that we did not have a date planned. I’m also sorry I didn’t at least consult you about my endeavor. You are very exceptional, Izabella. Please, forgive me.”
She kissed me, and it was tender, soft, and tasted like a dream. I didn’t want to wake up.
“I forgive you, Professor.”
She rocked back, and the motion pulled a gasp out of my throat. I watched as she stood, pulled the female condom from between her legs, tied it off, wrapped it in tissue, then tossed it in the trash. The whole office smelled like sex. I hoped that no one on the cleaning crew had a sensitive nose.
“Would you like to go out or come back to my place?”
In the three months we’d been dating, she’d never offered her place. Something changed between us tonight, and thankfully, I wasn't so brain fogged from my orgasm to realize it.
“I would be happy to accompany you to your place, Izabella.”
She kissed me again as she tucked me away and did up my pants with slow and deliberate movements. When she finished, she moved behind me and undid whatever trick she had used to keep me where I was.
She showed me a double loop with a chain as she handed me my tie.
“It’s a simple cuff, somewhat like zip ties, but this uses silver. It's spelled to block magic and reduce abilities. I had the chain added when I requested it.”
I gave her a wide-eyed look. “You were planning this? Something like that had to have taken time to have made.”
“Oh, not really. I have several. The modification took a few days. But tonight was a nice opportunity.”
“Very clever. Clever using my tie as a distraction too.” I put it back on, and she helped to re-tie it and smooth it back into place.
“The cuffs are silver. I didn’t know if you were allergic or not. I should have asked, but I also didn’t want to ruin the surprise. The tie was the best way to keep from burning your skin if that was the case.”
“I’m not allergic, but I appreciate the precaution,” I said as I watched her spirit the device away into a pocket of her trench coat.
I bent my arm and offered my elbow. “Shall we proceed to your place?”
She nodded, wrapped her hand around my forearm, and I pulled it close to me. We were headed for my office door before I realized I had a priceless magical object and vase shards all over my office floor.
I paused on the threshold and sighed. I picked up Izabella's hand from my arm and put my hand over it, kissing my knuckles. It was a familiar gesture between us. It kept me from burning her when I wanted to show affection. It earned me a small smile. “One moment. I almost forgot to clean up.”
I made a few hand gestures, and the object disappeared from my desk, and the shards flew into the waste bin.
“Cheating, Professor?”
“I have better things to do tonight than spend time sweeping a floor. Shall we?” I wrapped her hand back around my arm and led the way out of my office and locked the door behind me.
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