She’s fast, driven by a fear that’s just making me harder. My boots eat up the ground, my longer strides closing the distance effortlessly.
I let her think she’s getting away. I let her crash through a dead end, her little cry as she realizes there’s no way out, music to my fucking ears. She spins, her back hitting the rough wooden slats of the maintenance shed.
Perfect.
I step into the small clearing, blocking her only exit. She’s trapped. Nowhere to go.
“Bad. Fairy.” The words come out low, a promise of punishment.
She shrinks against the wood, her small, perky breasts rising and falling with her panicked pants. Her nipples are hard, pebbled beads. She’s scared, but she’ssofucking turned on.
I can smell it on her. I can see the slick shine between her thighs.
The other two step in behind me, a wall of muscle. An audience for my prize.
“You made a mess of my face, Lila,” I say, tracing a gloved finger over the dirt smeared on my mask. “You made me fight my friends. You ran from me after you saidyes.” I take a step closer, crowding her. “You know what happens to bad fairies who break the rules?”
She whimpers, a tiny, broken sound. It goes straight to my dick.
“They get punished.”
My hand moves fast, a blur of leather. I don’t slap her face. I grab a handful of that messy hair andyank, spinning her around to face the wall. She cries out, her palms slapping against the splintered wood to brace herself.
“Hold her,” I command, and instantly, Harlan’s thick hands are on her wrists, pinning them above her head. Elias moves to her side, a silent, menacing statue. His hand comes up to her throat, not squeezing. Just… holding. A reminder.
Her entire body is on display for me. The delicate curve of her spine, the perfect, round globes of her ass. That sweet, dripping fuckhole I’ve been dreaming of splitting open since I first saw her trembling in this maze.
I bring my hand down on her ass cheek with a sharp, stingingcrack.
She yelps, her body jolting against her restraints. A perfect pink handprint blooms on her pale skin.
Fuck, yes.
“Count them,” I growl.
“O-one,” she stutters, her voice trembling.
I spank her again, on the other side, harder this time. The sound echoes in the small space.
“T-two!”
“You belong to me tonight, Lila. This pretty little body is mine to use. You don’t run. You don’t hide. You take what I give you.” I land another blow, then another, alternating cheeks, turning her perfect ass a hot, rosy pink. She’s squirming, but she’s not trying to get away. Her hips are making these little circles, pushing her cunt out toward me, begging for something else.
“F-five! Please…”
“Please, what?” I land another sharp smack right on the crease where her ass meets her thigh. She screams, her legs buckling. Harlan holds her up easily.
“Please,what?” I demand, leaning close, my mouth near her ear.
“I… I don’t know!” she sobs.
“You want me to stop?” My fingers trail through her wetness, gathering her slickness, and she moans, pushing back against my hand.
“No! God, no…”
“Then what do you want?” I slide two fingers inside her, and she screams, her inner muscles clenching around me like a fist.
So fucking tight.
