Chapter 4

The moment the last witch’s fingers slip from Cole’s spent body, the chamber door slams shut behind them, the echo of their laughter still clinging to the damp air.

He lies sprawled on the cold stone floor, his chest heaving, his cock is still twitching from the forced orgasm, his thighs are still slick with cum and sweat.

I stand over Cole, my robe parted just enough to reveal the swell of my breasts, my clamped nipples glinting in the dim light and the metal biting into ...