The thought honestly hadn’t occurred to me. My eyes immediately drifted to her white panties perfectly clinging to the round curves of her ass. Her loose shirt had been pushed up against my thigh enough for me to see the line of her lower back disappear into her high-cut briefs. What adeliciousview.
Still pinning her down, I gently rubbed her bare outer cheek. “What’s his name, Faeryn?”
“Do your worst,” she challenged, lifting her hips.
What a naughty little thing she was. I clapped my hand down onto her ass with a loud “smack”, fully intending to leave a mark. She jumped in my lap. Asking me to do my worst was dangerous when I craved dominating her as much as I craved nurturing her. I wanted to watch her shatter so I could pick up the pieces. A sprinkle of sadism made the gentleness that much sweeter, and I knew she’d agree after having a taste. I had made gentle love to my female, and soon she would learn I couldfuckher just as well.
“His name?” I purred, tracing the back of my knuckle along where her tensing flesh was beginning to blotch red.
“Can’t seem to remember.” My brat’s spiteful voice bordered on moaning.
Smack.
Faeryn flinched when I hit the freshly disturbed skin, but a whimpered moan and shudder of pleasure revealed what I already knew— Faeryn liked to play rough. “Is that it?” Her voice gained the sultry edge I craved.
“I can be very convincing, my mate.” I ran my hand along the welting curve of her ass to the fabric covering her clit, just barely allowing her to feel my touch through her panties. “Are you going to be a good girl and tell me his name, or do I need to be cruel?”
“Why would I tell you when you’re rewarding me withsuchdelicious punishment?” She wiggled her ass in the air, taunting another strike.
“If pain won’t work…” I hooked my arms under her, standing and tossing her onto the bed. Her breasts rippled under the thin cloth of her shirt. “I’m sure I can find other ways to torture you that areverypleasurable.”
“You’re welcome to try.” She smiled devilishly at me.
“On your hands and knees.” I pointed to the foot of the bed.
“Make me.” She rolled onto her stomach and kicked her feet playfully.
A pleased growl reverberated in my chest. Slowly, giving her time to object, I reached down and shoved my fingers under the ribbon around her neck. The fit was tight, and my wrist forced her jaw to lift and display her vulnerable throat. I pulled on the satin fabric just enough to encourage her movement.
“Come here,Pet,” I commanded, allowing my voice to rumble within my inferno organ.
Her back arched as she took her time crawling to the corner of the mattress obediently, her steady eye contact challenging me to a battle of will. Big confidence for somebody who was about to be tied to a bedpost and subjected to allkindsof indecencies.
"I said,come." I pulled harder on the ribbon, making her move faster as the taut fabric restricted her breathing against my knuckles. She let out a strangled noise bordering on a moan.
Once she was where I wanted her, I unfurled the tie of her collar. I wrapped the ribbon around my hands, gazing down at her defiant eyes, my mind spinning with ideas to get my devious fae to comply.
“On your elbows.” I snapped the fabric between my fists.
Her chest lowered, the points of her nipples disappearing into the blankets so she could rest on her forearms. I stood in front of her, considering how exposed everything would be from behind in this position.How delightful. I bent to one knee, wrapping my ribbon around the juncture of the frame and bedpost. Her small fists waited patiently for me to bind them in the snug restraint. Using the remainder of the strip’s length, I tied a pretty bow on top of my present.
I paced my way to our nightstand, pulled out a small satchel, and returned to her. I removed the contents, pulling the pair of fingerless leather gloves over my wrists. “These are new,” I explained. “They’ll protect you from being burned.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She cocked her head to the side.
I raised an eyebrow. She was restrained, exposed, and weaponless. Yet here she was, her hubris mocking me. I clickedmy tongue disapprovingly while striding to the edge of the bed where her hips conveniently lined up for easy access. I managed to keep my fingers soft with the resolve of somebody on a mission. She thought we were playing, but we were negotiating. My hands needed to play nice.
I reached between her thighs from behind to cup her pussy. The fabric was already damp, and I couldn’t resist tilting my head to admire how the white material turned transparent from her excitement. This was going to beeasy. She was underestimating how well I knew my way around her body.
I pushed her panties down and around her knees, adding to the restraints already limiting her movement. Just one selfish glance, and I’d get to work. The warm blonde of her pubic fuzz paired well with the pink that glistened deliciously against the cool night air. I ghosted my fingers over her clit. So close, but not quite enough to satisfy.
“Graysen.” She choked out a soft laugh. “You’re teasing me.”
“What was his name, Faeryn?” I purred.
“Fuck. You.” She bit, trying to push her hips back into my hand, but failing as I yanked it away.
“Maybe an easier question.” I returned my fingers to their hover. “What time did you go?”
