The moment we crossed the threshold we were in a gorgeous high-rise apartment. The east wall was covered in windows and I could see the twinkling stars from the night sky winking back at me as if to say that they knew a secret that I didn’t.
“How?” I blurted out, but Scarecrow ignored me, dropping his keys and wallet into a gold vase on the sleek metal side table.
It wasn’t that I was unaware of magic, the good Lord knew that I had dabbled a time or two. But I had never been very good at it and couldn’t imagine pulling something of this scale off.
“Who did this for you?” I blurted out.
He lifted a brow, “Who said that I needed help?”
I took a step back. Everyone in Oz had a bit of magic in them. But very few could wield it. My sister Elphaba was one of them, as was my sister Glenda—Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, as El and I liked to call her.
I knew that neither of my sisters would go out of their way to help Scarecrow. He seemed to think he was above the law, and since that happened to be my father, it didn’t sit well with anyone in the family.
“Scarecrow, if you have made a deal with the devil, I need to know. I won’t be a part of something,” I hated to add it. But some things needed to be voiced. So, I let it fly, “Bad.”
His grin was dark and so damn arousing that I squirmed in his presence. This seemed to only heighten his amusement of me.
His grin deepened as he said. “Angel, if anyone has come to deal with the devil, it is you—not me.”
“You,” I spat, “being evil incarnate I suppose. I completely agree with your assessment on this one.”
His rich laugh raised bumps on my arms as Scarecrow walked over to where I was standing.
Suddenly I wanted some distance between us, “This is a lovely home.” I babbled, “Did you decorate it yourself?”
“No,” was his only reply as he stalked me, following every step that I took until my back slammed against the wall. “Looks like you have run out of time, Princess. So, what is it going to be? Are we stripping down or has this all been a tease?”
I brought my knee up, but he was faster than I was, trapping my thigh in his iron-like grip, “Now, that wasn’t very nice,” he purred against my ear.
“I already told you that I would do anything, Scarecrow, you don’t need to throw it in my face.” It was a stupid bravado move, that looking back afterward, I would cringe at. But I had never expected what happened next.
In a moment, my jeans were being tugged down my thighs, and then with a rough yank, my panties were ripped from my body.
“What the hell?” I began, but couldn’t continue when my same panties were thrust into my mouth, gagging my reply.
My eyes glared at him. He had my hands behind my back in one of his huge paws and I couldn’t break free.
The other was slipping along my pussy lips, noting how wet I really was.
Scarecrow’s smile was so dark and sinister that I was almost afraid for a moment. He watched me like a hawk, not penetrating my folds, just slipping along the outer lips, wreaking havoc on my equilibrium.
I moaned, low in my throat. I couldn’t have stopped myself, all my thoughts and reasons shot to hell. I opened my legs as wide as I could and tried to make him enter me.
That was all it took for his eyes to turn coal black with lust. “Trying to top from the bottom, Angel?”
I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I just wanted him to touch me.
I let out a frustrated cry and he picked me up in one arm. I had known that he was strong, but I had no idea just how much of a turn on that would be.
He carried me into his bedroom. There was a huge bed made up of navy linens that felt like silk against my heated skin. I didn’t notice that he was tying my wrists to the headboard until I tried to reach out and feel his silky dark hair.
The lighting in the room was dim, but I could make out the expensive, heavy furniture. And the entire room smelled dark and exotic, just like him.
My heart was racing, and I gasped when he ripped my shirt in half so that my breasts were exposed. He popped open the front clasp and pushed the purple lace away from my tender skin.
I didn’t have huge breasts, but they were firm and perky. I wasn’t ashamed of them, but I hadn’t had anyone looking so closely at them before. His fingers traced the swells, lightly dragging his fingernail against me until I was panting.
I just wanted him to touch me. I was starting to feel like anywhere would do. And then his mouth leaned down and took my aching nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth.
He rolled it with his tongue, making my hips thrash in desperate attempts to ease the ache between them.
He sucked the bud, flattening it out against the roof of his mouth only to let it pop out so that he could begin again.
Scarecrow spent a lot of time getting to know my breasts and what things made me go the craziest.
The pressure was intense. I had never been this close to orgasm without my pussy ever being touched.
Tears formed in my eyes and I knew, that if I hadn’t had my thong stopping my words, I would have been begging him.
Finally, he took pity on me. Kissing and licking his way down my body, Scarecrow didn’t leave an inch uncharted. He left fresh purple love bites on my breasts and lower stomach.
I felt his teeth graze my skin and my eyes rolled back in my head.
And then he parted my thighs with his massive hands. “Look at me, Indy.”
My unfocused eyes had a hard time locking in on him. But I didn’t expect the stinging slap that hit my left butt cheek.
I glared in outrage, but he only laughed. “That got your attention little one, didn’t it?”
He pushed my thighs back, opening me impossibly wide to his dark lustful gaze. This time when he bent to kiss the inside of my thigh, I whimpered.
Not realizing that tears were still streaming down my face. I wanted this—needed him, so badly.
“I’ve got you, Indy,” his voice was like dark chocolate washing over me.
And then he licked me from end to end, and I screamed against my panties.
Back and forth, exploring every inch of my pussy, Scarecrow licked and sucked until I was incoherent. My arms ached from me trying to tug them free. My hips couldn’t stop from trying to hump his face. My voice was nearly gone from the screaming.
Just when I thought that I couldn’t take another moment of this exquisite torture, Scarecrow sucked my clit into his mouth and gave a hard pull with his tongue.
My body flew into oblivion, wave after glorious wave crashed over me. I felt a burning in my core, unlike anything I had ever felt before. And I was helpless to the onslaught of his tongue as he continued to work me until I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t reason, and could hardly breathe.
I felt my hands be released and then he picked up my boneless body and tucked it against his larger frame.
“Sleep, little one,” he soothed, kissing the top of my head. “We will talk in the morning.”
But I was already more than halfway gone and couldn’t have argued with him if I had wanted to.
And being held safely in his arms seemed like the best place in the world to me.