Dax toys with me, his fingertips gently gliding down my back and over my ass. It takes a moment to realize the cool sensation that’s greeting my limbs isn’t the cool air of the club. It’s Dax’s shadows coming out to play again. I get wetter from the feeling of them against my skin, holding down my forearms and calves to the lower part of the bench. My torso is free, but I can’t move much with my arms and legs tied down by his magic. You wouldn’t think of a smoky substance as being strong, but the grip is firm, and it holds me down tightly.

Impatiently, I wiggle my ass at Dax. I hear a dark chuckle before the first slap hits. Smack. His palm hits my left ass cheek and I feel the sting immediately. It’s not a wince or a hiss that leaves my lips, it’s a delicate moan. He kneads the skin in his hand, relieving some of the sting.

“I want this cunt dripping, pet. Only then will I give you what you need. You understand?”

I don’t answer immediately and a whoosh of air alerts me to the next spanking headed my way. The audible cracking of flesh meeting hits my senses before the actual sting does. I can’t help but make eye contact to the supernaturals watching my punishment. The woman who was spanked earlier with the long braids sits next to the Reaper. His hand is playing with her pussy and hers is wrapped around his cock as they work each other. They’re touching each other while watching me and Dax. Why is that so incredibly hot?

Lost in the show in front of me, the loud crack of another smack makes me groan and attempt to shift on the bench. I’m nearing sensory overload, my need for Dax to make me come builds inside of me. The anticipation of when he will let me come is consuming my thoughts.

“Do you understand?” Dax repeats.

“Yes, daddy,” I reply automatically this time.

“Such a good witch for me. Do you think if I spank you hard enough, your magic will come out and play with mine?”

I groan at the idea. My mind is working overtime on how I could play with him. His shadows are impressive, but I can move objects without the need of shadows. I keep that thought in the back of my mind.

Dax hits me where my thigh connects to my ass, his fingertip ever so slightly grazing against my cunt. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter for him. He’s so all-consuming. Even with people watching us I’m completely enraptured by Dax and his magic. His shadows tighten around my limbs—smack—eliciting another groan, and I attempt to move my torso to get any friction.