Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Book 7)

by Nicole Edwards

  Heaven glared at him but didn’t say a word.

  “You,” Isaac spoke directly to me. “You can straddle his face.”

  I feigned affront, taking in a sharp breath as though I couldn’t believe he’d ask for something like that.

  “Again, not a request,” Ian stated, his tone dark, commanding.

  “Yes, Sir.” I hurried over, stood above Dante’s head.

  “Facing us,” Isaac added.

  I turned toward them, my feet on either side of Dante’s head. Lowering myself to my knees, I straddled his face. His warm breath tickled my sensitive flesh. I didn’t expect him to move, so I tried to hide my reaction when his hands slid up over my thighs, widening my knees as he lifted his head and licked me.

  My head fell back, the sensation overriding my thoughts.

  “What are you waiting for?” Ian barked at Heaven. “His cock.”

  While Dante licked and teased me, Heaven took his cock into her mouth. She was hesitant, and I knew that had nothing to do with role-playing. This would be stepping over a line in their friendship, and it was obvious Heaven was considering that. She obviously came to terms with it, because, within seconds, she was paying careful attention to his cock, her soft moans a verbal acknowledgment of her approval.

  Ian and Isaac remained silent for long minutes. I fought the building tension, not wanting to come without permission. Since I’d played with them numerous times, I knew that was a requirement for them. Coming without their consent would most definitely result in punishment. The thought of Isaac spanking me, like he’d done numerous times in the past, nearly sent me over the edge.

  “Looks to me like the maids have missed their calling,” Ian muttered crudely, laughing.

  Heaven’s head shot up, her hand fisting Dante’s cock.

  “Stop one more time and you’ll be eating pussy rather than sucking dick.”

  Her mouth opened, closed, before she took Dante in her mouth once more as though the idea of the former was beyond conception.

  “Perhaps she’s seeking a little pleasure of her own,” Isaac mused, his tone cool, unaffected by the erotic scene in front of him.

  “Good point,” Ian agreed. He tossed a condom toward her. “Put it on him, then climb on.”

  Heaven lifted her head slowly. Her eyes scanned Dante’s prone form, her attention snagged by what he was doing between my thighs. When she lifted her head to look at me, I saw the curiosity, but there was something else. Doubt. Uncertainty. We’d pushed her today. Having never been in this position, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to proceed.

  “It’s okay,” I told her, pretending I was still in character. I held out my hand to her. When she took it, I tugged her closer. Kissed her. Softly, soothingly. “You can stop this at any time.”

  She pulled back, stared in my eyes. “I know.”

  I nodded, comforted by her acknowledgement.

  When she went to work rolling the condom on Dante, I glanced over at Isaac, saw his nod of approval.

  “Reverse cowgirl,” Ian commanded before Heaven could straddle Dante’s hips.

  From where I was, I got a front row view of Dante’s cock sliding inside her. They both moaned as she sank down on him, his tongue pausing for a moment.

  Ian was on his feet, walking around to stand in front of Heaven. He unbuttoned his slacks, lowered the zipper, then freed his huge cock.

  “Let’s see how you do with two at once,” he mumbled, his hand gentle as it slid into her hair.

  I glanced over at Isaac. He crooked his finger at me, signaling me over. I didn’t hesitate. He was already freeing his cock. “Sit on me. Facing them.”

  I turned, my pussy clenching with anticipation. I wanted to feel him inside me. No, I’d go so far as to say it was pure need that drove me. I mounted him, sank down. His arms came around me, pulling me back against him. He held me in place, making it impossible to move. Then he rocked his hips, driving his cock impossibly deep inside me.

  “Watch them, fairy princess.”

  His accent was thicker than before, the sexy lilt of Ireland drifting off his tongue. It spiked my lust. His hand dipped between my legs, his thumb skillfully teasing my clit while I watched Dante, Heaven, and Ian.

  Dante was sitting up, his arms wrapped around Heaven as she rode him, her mouth wrapped around Ian’s cock. They were double-teaming her, and she was moaning softly, her beautiful body owned by them. I could feel their pleasure, see the way both men cared for her while still taking all they needed.

  My body tightened, my pussy clenching as my orgasm crested, shattering me without my consent. Or Isaac’s.

  “Ahh, fairy princess,” Isaac rumbled in my ear. “You know what that means.”

  “Yes, my Liege. I deserve your punishment.”

  “And you’ll get it.” His voice was a dark promise. “But first you’ll come for me again.”

  He drove me to orgasm three more times, my body vibrating, an almost painful lethargy taking over. It was more than I could handle, but he didn’t seem to care.

  “One more time, love. This time I’ll be right there with you.”

  His thumb circled my sensitive clit, his cock filling me, stretching me as I lifted and lowered, eager to feel his release.

  “Sweet girl, swallow me,” Ian barked as his body jerked.

  Heaven stilled momentarily, swallowing his cum.

  When Ian pulled out of her mouth, he brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “Now take yours.”

  He tucked his cock away, his attention never wavering as Heaven repositioned, facing Dante. He lay back at her urging. His arms circled her, their mouths crushing together. Dante fucked her, driving up into her in a rhythm that matched Isaac’s. I watched, entranced.

  “Come for me, fairy princess,” Isaac growled in my ear. “Right fucking now.”

  He slammed up into me, the force so powerful it triggered another release that drained me completely.

  With me limp in his arms, Isaac got to his feet, carried me down the hall to his bedroom. Rather than dump me on the bed, as I’d hoped, he carried me into the bathroom. We showered together, his hands working over me, making me sigh in contentment. When he was finished cleaning us both, he dried me off, then himself.

  “Are you tired?”

  “Yes, my Liege.”

  “Well, then, once we’ve taken care of your punishment, you shall sleep.”

  My nipples perked up at the reminder. Although Isaac wasn’t the sort of Dom who focused much on punishment, he would certainly dish it out when it was warranted. And based on experience, I knew he would not go easy on me simply because I was tired.

  “On the bed,” he said, smacking my ass gently. “Face down, ass up.”

  “Yes, my Liege.”

  I heard him opening a drawer, closing it, even as I crawled up into his enormous bed, pressed my chest to the fluffy comforter, leaving my ass in the air. Would he use a paddle? Or his hand? He’d used both on me before and was never consistent.

  Something cool trickled down the crack of my ass and I flinched, then settled. It was lubricant and I knew exactly what my devious Dom was doing. Not only was he going to spank me, he was going to stretch my ass for his own pleasure.

  “This one’s bigger than the last,” he said. He could’ve been talking about the weather, not warning me that the butt plug was going to cause me discomfort.

  “Thank you, my Liege.”

  I sucked in a breath when he teased my asshole with his fingers, pushing in deep, slow. He scissored his fingers before pulling them out. The pressure from the plug was intense, but I forced myself to relax, wanting to please him.

  When he had it inserted, he smacked my ass, making me yelp.

  I heard footsteps, followed by water in the bathroom. A moment later, he returned.

  “Now, for your punishment, fairy princess.”

  He was silent for a moment.

  “Please, my Liege. Please punish me for coming without permission.”


  He squeezed my butt cheek in approval.

  The smack that landed a second later made me scream. The leather paddle stung more than I’d expected, heat blooming instantly. Another landed a second after that, this time on the other cheek. He hadn’t told me how many I’d earned, but when we passed five, I knew I would be crying before it was over.

  I understood punishment, appreciated it even. It wasn’t meant to feel good, and it didn’t, but I would endure because I had earned it.

  When he landed the eleventh blow, I sobbed in earnest, but I didn’t beg him to stop. On fifteen, my ass felt as though it was blistered, the pain more intense than anything I’d ever felt.

  But when Isaac climbed into bed with me, pulling me into his arms, I went willingly, holding on to him even as tears continued to streak down my face. They weren’t from the pain at that point. They were emotions draining out me, the things I bottled up without knowing. He’d informed me of that one time and I had never thought about it that way. But it made sense.

  “Sleep, fairy princess. I’ll wake you in a bit.”

  “My Liege?” I mumbled, exhaustion pulling me under.

  “What, love?”

  “I love you,” I whispered, then gave myself over to sleep.

  EIGHTEEN

  IAN

  As we stood in the shower, Heaven leaned back against me. I soaped her hair, rinsed it, never moving from where I was. I kissed her neck as I filled my hands with body wash, then coated every inch of her with the sweet-smelling stuff she liked.

  While I was sated enough to sleep, I’d figured it was more important to spend time with Heaven. Not because I needed it but because she had just indulged in a rather intense scene. Processing the emotions it might’ve unlocked was as important as the scene itself.

  She turned in my arms and I couldn’t resist kissing her, cupping her smooth face, enjoying the way her soft hands slid over my back.

  “Why don’t you get dressed,” I murmured. “I’ll finish up here, then we’ll grab something to eat.”

  “Oh, thank God,” she groaned. “I’m starving.”

  I laughed as she trotted out, snatching a towel.

  “I didn’t eat nearly enough earlier and … well, I need to get my strength back.”

  I rinsed my hair, opened my eyes, and realized she was staring at me as she patted the moisture from her hair.

  “What?” I asked, turning to face the spray and wash my face.

  “Nothing. I just like looking at you.”

  She made me smile. The sweet tenor of her voice, her chipper attitude. Had I not been head over heels for Everly, perhaps I could’ve come to care about Heaven. Thankfully, I didn’t get the impression she was developing feelings for any of us. Quite the opposite, actually. I’d felt her detachment the entire time she’d been here. And sure, she was willingly exploring her own sexuality, but doing so without consequence. Based on what she’d told me of the douchebag ex-boyfriend, that had never been an option before.

  I shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and stared off into space.

  “If you don’t hurry, I’m going to eat without you.”

  I pulled myself out of my thoughts and smiled. “Go on. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “If you insist,” she said in a singsong voice. “But I’m going to cook if that’s all right.”

  “It’s fine.”

  She blew me a kiss, again making me laugh before she danced out of the room.

  I took my time getting dressed. When I stepped out into the hallway, I heard a scream come from Isaac’s room. A loud smack and another scream followed. I smiled. My brother was dishing out the punishment. One thing he didn’t tolerate was coming without permission. That, and he knew it was one of the easiest restrictions for a dutiful submissive to break.

  Figuring they would join us when they were finished, I headed to the kitchen. Heaven was moving around, grabbing things from the refrigerator and pantry.

  “I’m making pork chops and potatoes au gratin,” she announced. “It’ll be a little while.”

  “I’m going to check on Dante,” I told her.

  Her face flushed as she muttered, “Good idea.”

  She turned away quickly.

  “Uh-uh. Don’t try to hide from me. What’s on your mind?” I stepped around the island, stopped her frantic movements by taking her wrists, holding them still.

  “Nothing.”

  “Your cheeks are pink. I don’t think that’s nothing.”

  She shrugged.

  “Talk to me.”

  Her eyes met mine, her glare cute. She didn’t like that I was bulldogging her about this.

  “Fine,” Heaven said with a temperamental huff. “I’m embarrassed, okay?”

  “First of all, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I lowered my voice. “You were beautiful.”

  More color highlighted her cheeks.

  “Why are you embarrassed?”

  She glanced around us, probably ensuring we didn’t have an audience. “I’m embarrassed because I had sex with my friend. And I enjoyed it.”

  “Enjoyed what?” I stood tall, took a step back, and leaned against the counter.

  “All of it.” She suddenly found the floor fascinating.

  “Look at me, Heaven. Talk to me. What did you enjoy about it?”

  “All of it. The role-playing … I liked being able to escape from my own head. Be someone else for a little while. The frisky maid.” She smiled shyly.

  “Do you regret participating?”

  “You mean do I regret fucking Dante?”

  “Yes. How was it? Fucking Dante while I had my cock in your mouth?”

  She flushed, looked away instantly. Goddamn, she was cute.

  “I liked it.”

  “And when Everly kissed you? Tried to pull you back from the edge?”

  I hadn’t missed that part, the way Everly took charge, giving Heaven the assurance that she could put a stop to it whenever she wanted.

  “I didn’t know what to expect going into it. But … I can certainly see the appeal.”

  “You know you don’t have to be in the lifestyle to enjoy role-playing,” I told her. “It’ll spice up any vanilla relationship.”

  “I’ve never met a man who’s interested in stuff like that.”

  “But you will,” I encouraged.

  “That’s my plan, anyway.”

  I stepped forward, took her hands, separated them, then held them to my chest. “Heaven, you’re a beautiful woman. Inside and out. There’s a man out there who can dedicate himself to you fully. And when you meet him, you’ll know.”

  “I kinda wish it could be you,” she said softly.

  I shook my head. “No you don’t.”

  Heaven’s grin was slow and genuine. “You’re right. I don’t. I see what’s going on here, and though it’s been fun, it’s not for me. I mean, being with Isaac… That was … weird. Good weird, maybe, but still weird.”

  “It’s all relative,” I told her. “For us, it’s normal.”

  “Why didn’t you watch us? When I was with Isaac?”

  “I don’t want to watch you with my brother.”

  “Why not?”

  This was a little more difficult to explain. “It’s not the voyeuristic aspect I enjoy when it comes to my brother. I don’t need to see my submissive with Isaac. I get off knowing she’s with him. That he’s indulging in what belongs to me. That he’s giving her pleasure and she’s taking it, giving it in return.”

  “Is it the same for him? When you’re with Everly?”

  “Yes.”

  I could see the next question already forming, knew what was coming, still I waited for it.

  “Do you … do you like being with Everly?”

  She held my gaze, as though my answer was important.

  “Very much,” I admitted.

  “Why?”

  I’d known that was coming, too.

  She must’ve taken my pause as a refusal to
answer, because she cupped my face, held me there, making me grin stupidly.

  She returned my smile. “Why do you enjoy it? We’re friends. You can tell me.”

  I was surprised by her forwardness but not at all disappointed. “Because I love her.”

  Heaven’s hands fell to her sides, her surprise glittering in her eyes.

  “You love her?”

  “With everything that I am.”

  I had no idea why I was revealing this side of myself to Heaven. Perhaps I needed someone to know because I’d been holding it in for so long.

  “Does she know?”

  I shook my head.

  “Does Isaac know?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because she belongs to Isaac.”

  “But you want her to belong to you?”

  “Not just me,” I admitted. “To both of us.”

  It was true and not something Isaac and I had ever considered. My brother’d always envisioned us having two submissives, sharing them between us, but only one holding our hearts.

  It had been a perfect plan.

  One that had failed miserably when we’d met Everly.

  Heaven took a step back, crossed her arms over her chest. She appeared to be tossing this information around in her head, trying to figure out what to do with it.

  “What did you do with her? The last time you were with her?”

  “I restrained her,” I relayed. “Slipped the plug in her ass, thinking about the day that plug would be my dick. I fucked her. Hard.”

  “You don’t have any issues being blunt, do you?”

  “Why should I? It’s who I am. I’m not ashamed of what I want.”

  She nodded as though that made sense. “What about Dante?”

  Her abrupt subject change caught me off guard. “What about him?”

  “During the scene, he said you were his Master. Is that true?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want him?”

  “Yes.” I wasn’t going to deny it.

  “Do you want to fuck him?”

  “Yes.”

  “Seriously, no filter at all. Right to the point.”

  I laughed, pulled her to me, and cradled her head against my chest. “You’re something else, Heaven. I’m glad you’ve stayed. Glad I met you.”