Otherworldly Discipline: A Witch's Lesson

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Korey Mae Johnson

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“If you come back with
me
to my place, I can promise that you can have me any way you’d like…” Red silky lips purred the words into Moriarty’s ear enough to give him an instant erection.

He tried not to seem too excited in fear of giving the strange woman the upper hand, and smiled suavely at her as he sipped his martini. “My dear,” he began in his velvety voice. “You don’t have to be the one to promise me anything. You will
beg
me to take you any way I like IF I decide to follow you home.”

The woman pouted, but pressed her silky thighs together and leaned in towards him to show him more of her breasts to tease
him. He, in response, left her swooning
by remaining as stand-offish as a Regency Era Lord. The tactic never failed.

Earthside was… Insane. Especially nowadays with women dressed in the most scandalous lingerie-like outfits as they waited outside of prestigious clubs hoping to get in
.
T
he mus
ic was overly loud and chaotic and
the atmosphere of the world was getting dark and industrial like something out of a gothic novel
. O
ne could walk anywhere at any hour of night and still be in light shining down from the florescent lamps above.

Moriarty loved it. He would never really admit as much, but his day off was most always spent on Earthside where he would purr inwardly as women bought
him
drinks and would afterward invite him to their homes. No commitment needed; the girls were very free with themselves and expected him to be gone when they awoke, and more importantly; they were sexually liberated. They wanted to explore their bodies, explore
his
body… Watch
him
exploring
theirs
…

There was no fear anymore. Everyone was on birth control, and if they weren’t, condoms were dispensed openly in the public bathroom. This had never been a fear for him, specifically since he was an immortal. Being such, he could heal quite speedily to any illness and he could not impregnate a mortal. But now he could experience this type of freedom with
others
. 

It was certainly something his employer, Ashcroft Medwin, would never understand—the bad-tempered
and very visibly scarred
wizard might has well have been a eunuch for as often as he’d had sex in the last century.

“Oh,” the woman said, listening to the music of the band that had just come on. “I love them.”

Moriarty listened and knew that if any music could drag him out of ‘the mood’ it was
that
rubbish. Grungy hiphop—disgusting. But luckily it was very, very difficult to be broken
out
of
the mood
once he was in it. He played with the hem of the woman’s short skirt before pushing it up her thigh.

She let out a small moan and parted her legs for his diligent fingers to roam upwards up the smooth skin. This woman did not care at all that they were in a bar in the middle of a crowded room filled with noise and heat. His every touch made her purr, every rub made her writhe.

Bingo. No panties. Thank heavens for Earthside.

“And let’s give a
hand to
our virtuoso,
mates
…” the guitarist said from the stage, gesturing behind him. Moriarty did his best to ignore the man
, and
hoped that his little toy was also ignoring the performer, as well. “Kresley Kylemore.”

That was the fakest name he’d heard in awhile. He glanced up as a hip-hop violin solo started,
already
annoyed at the distraction.

Charlotte Grimm
.

“Don’t stop touching me,” the woman begged, grabbing onto his trousers desperately with her manicured hands.

Moriarty
had
stopped touching her. He couldn’t help it; he wasn’t easily shocked, but his eyes were taken by the familiarity of the character on the violin. It was that damned witch that had turned his employer’s world upside down when she’d dropped off the face of the Earth well over a month ago.

He didn’t recognize the girl right off the bat, either. Charlotte had changed her hair color from a muddy clay color into a golden blonde. Her dress was even more ridiculous than usual too, though probably because all of her clothing had been sent to Ashcroft’s tower when she had stopped coming by. Ashcroft had hoped that she would come back to him to regain possession of her things, but the ruse hadn’t worked… Though, Moriarty had promptly burned the majority of her wardrobe when he saw it, disgusted by its hideousness.

Right now, Charlotte was wearing a blouse held together by goddamn paperclips.

“Touch me,” his woman purred in his ear.

He obliged, although he was now deep in thought.

Should he pretend he didn’t see Charlotte and enjoy the rest of his day off? Maybe have this woman and
possibly
a couple more before returning to the tower? Or should he capture the little brat and drag her home by her ear?

His fingers brushed sensually into the woman’s upper, inner thighs. That’s right—
no panties
. Alright—option one, it was. Ignore Charlotte. She was
still
in England, at least; not too far from home. Ashcroft would soon hire someone else to track her down, anyway.

Moriarty was now finger-deep in the chit with a tongue in
his ear, and he was loving it. He was
anxious for it to continue. “My flat’s just down the street,” the woman simpered. She flashed her sexy smile at him.

“How utterly convenient,” he was just about to say when his tie was grabbed and he was being let out of the bar.

Ah, dominant women. Earthside was full of them—women with confidence, women with control.

He had the unfortunate
countenance
that would attract a dominant woman from across the room. Which was very fine for many other men, but Moriarty had the veneer that made women think that he wasn’t as masculine as he
was
. He wished like hell he could be the dominant one in bed. Every now and then he yearned to pin a woman down and take her from behind. M
aybe after spanking her bottom
bright pink…

Didn’t matter. Within a couple of hours he was spent with the woman
anyway,
and came stumbling out of the woman’s f
lat as she slept. He walked
into the cold
night air of Cambridge and
back towards the club.

He took a shortcut back through an alley, and heard voices in the fire escape above him. “You played great tonight.”

“Thanks,” replied a familiar voice. Moriarty’s eyes rolled upwards. “So did you.”

“I know,” the male voice chuckled. “Hey… Do you want to get a cup of coffee? Or maybe just go back to my place?” the man’s voice asked.

“Um… No thanks. I’m actually gonna turn in soon.” Charlotte blew
smoke
out of her mouth, twirling a cigarette around in her fingers.

“You’re sleeping in the dressing room again?” he asked. “I thought you’d found a place!”

“Um, yeah, but I packed my suitcase this morning. I woke up with a rat on me.”

“A rat on you?”

“A. Rat. On. Me,” Charlotte drawled slowly. “It was like this—me, blanket, rat. And it just turned its head to look at me, like, ‘What?’ Like, I was in
his
bed or something.” She shook her head. “I can just see the newspaper headline now: ‘American goes to England. Dies of Plague.’”

The man’s voice laughed. “Well, sleep at my place, then. No rats. I
promise
.”

Moriarty sneered, understanding that the man was just trying to lure Charlotte into coming home with him to seduce her.
Except a big one. You
, he thought.

Maybe it was a protective notion, but he had gotten to know Charlotte very well over the last summer. Not that she was very likable; she was stubborn, racy, and extremely naïve.  But Ashcroft was completely infatuated with the girl. The wiza
rd would never admit to as much,
wishing himself to be too good of a man to fall for a girl who was supposed to be his ward. But facts were facts: Moriarty had been Ashcroft’s loyal servant for seven hundred years, and Moriarty had never seen Ashcroft been so addled by a woman before.

Suffice to say that now Moriarty was thinking again about just dragging her on back to the Otherworld. After all, she was homeless and she wasn’t going to say ‘no’ to this guy forever. Eventually she was going to go home with him and give up her virginity for a warm bed, a warm meal, and a bar of soap.

Which would make her one of th
e most pitiful witches in history.

“No thanks. I can manage,” Charlotte replied simply.

The man, who Moriarty recognized as the lead guitarist, shrugged his shoulders. “Suit yourself,” he muttered hauling his guitar over his shoulder and stepping down the dirty metal stairway. The guitarist walked right past Moriarty, who was pretending to search for a cigarette in his pocket. “
Frigid bitch
.”

Moriarty watched the man turn the corner, leaving Charlotte and himself alone in the alley, and Charlotte still seemed completely unaware of Moriarty’s presence. He saw her flick down her cigarette butt and turn like she was going inside. That’s when he made his move.

He was a Huxian—he spent the first century of his eight-hundred year existence as a fox. He was quick, agile, and sneaking up on her right before she was able to open the door to walk back into the club’s dressing room was
uncommonly
easy for him.

“Good evening, Lady Charlotte,” he said in her ear after he reache
d in front of her, clam
ping his hand over her mouth and a firm arm across her body. He dragged her back down the escape this way. He heard her muffled, angry cries underneath his hand. She was trying her best to bite him, but he didn’t let her.

He only let her feet touch the ground when they had gotten off the fire escape, where he took a tight grip on her upper arm. “Moriarty,
goddamn
it, let me go!”