Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Book 7)

by Nicole Edwards

  “Go get dressed,” Ian ordered when he walked into the living room.

  “For what?”

  He turned slowly, eyes intense. “It wasn’t a request. It simply requires you to follow directions.”

  Realizing I’d overstepped, I clamped my lips together as he disappeared toward his bedroom.

  “Get dressed,” Isaac noted, stepping into the room.

  I got to my feet, started toward his bedroom. “Where are we going? I’m not sure what I should wear.”

  He started toward me, motioned to the hallway.

  “Okay, okay. I’ll go get dressed.”

  “Too late for that.”

  “What do you mean too late?”

  His eyes narrowed.

  “Not that way,” he said when I paused at the guest room door.

  “But my clothes…”

  He pointed to his bedroom. I pouted, then walked inside. He didn’t bother to shut the door behind him.

  “Strip, then lie down. On your back.”

  When I didn’t move, his eyes turned to slits.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to follow directions, but I was a bit surprised by the fact we were obviously going somewhere, yet I didn’t know where.

  “Don’t make me tell you again.”

  “Yes, my Liege,” I said, accepting my fate.

  He disappeared into his bathroom while I tugged off my shirt and shorts. I propped up on the pillow, spread my legs, resisted the urge to tease myself. I happened to enjoy the way his eyes heated when I did.

  However, I’d already overstepped. Twice. No sense making it worse for myself.

  “Five.”

  I sobered instantly. “Of course, my Liege.”

  Standing at the end of the bed, Isaac reached up, grabbed my ankle, then pulled. My weight was no match against his strength. He had me down at the end of the bed, staring up at him.

  Isaac placed my feet flat on the footboard, knees up.

  “Spread them.”

  I dropped my knees, giving him an up close and intimate view of my privates.

  That was when I noticed we weren’t the only ones in the room. I glanced over to see Dante standing in the doorway.

  “She’s earned some punishment,” Isaac explained, glancing back over his shoulder. “Why don’t you come over here for a minute.”

  “Of course, Master.”

  “I was thinking the vibrating egg would be enough, but I think she needs to be primed first. Eat her pussy, but don’t let her come.”

  “It would be my pleasure, Master.” Dante smiled at me.

  When his head dipped down, I watched. When his tongue slid through the folds of my pussy, I gasped. And kept right on gasping as he used that wicked tongue to drive me higher and higher until I thought I would shatter. I wasn’t sure how he knew, but he stopped just short of an orgasm, making me groan in disappointment.

  Dante was still smiling when he leaned over, kissed me softly. “You’re welcome.”

  Figuring it wouldn’t do me any good to call him a tease, I snapped my lips together.

  “Now you can go get dressed.”

  “May I ask where we’re going, Master?”

  “Dichotomy.” He smiled over at Dante. “No training required. Nothing fancy. I have something for you to wear when we get there.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Dante winked at me before slipping out of the room.

  I dropped my head back on the bed. The fact that Dante had kindly asked the question and received an easy answer was not lost on me. Clearly my cabin fever was tripping me up.

  I felt something press against my pussy. It slipped inside with ease, then something pressed against my clit. I peeked down my body.

  “May I ask what that is, my Liege?”

  He grinned, hooked something to it, then forced me to lift my butt.

  “It’s a Venus butterfly with a G-spot extension.”

  Although I’d been around quite a few toys, I didn’t have any experience with this particular one. However, I was smart enough to know this was not going to be a pleasurable evening.

  Isaac worked to get it in place, hooked something, then reached under my butt again, pulled something toward him, clipped it.

  Whatever it was, it felt like a G-string, a tiny strip of floss in my crack.

  “You’ll wear this until we get home.” He reached for my hand, helped me to my feet. “Any discomfort?”

  “No, my Liege.”

  Isaac was smiling at me and I couldn’t figure out why. Then it happened. A slight tingle between my legs that turned into a full-blown earthquake, making my thighs tremble as the vibration on my clit and against my G-spot nearly had me dropping to the floor.

  He grabbed my arm, held me up. “Wearing it isn’t the punishment, fairy princess. The vibration is.”

  It stopped suddenly and I was able to catch my breath.

  “However, I think I’ll let Ian handle the controls this evening,” he explained, stepping up close and tilting my head back. His voice was soft, his eyes, too.

  “I’m looking forward to whatever you have in mind, my Liege,” I whispered, meaning every word.

  It had been some time since I’d scened with them at the club, and if it meant getting out of the house, I was more than willing to endure just about anything.

  “Now, you’ve earned five swats. You can take them now. Or if you prefer to have them when we return, you’ll get five additional.”

  “I’d like to choose later, if that’s all right with you, my Liege.”

  He smirked, his pretty eyes twinkling. “Perfectly fine with me. I do love turning that cute little ass red.” He planted one more kiss on my lips. “Now go get dressed. Something casual. I’ll have something for you to wear there.”

  “Yes, my Liege.”

  I hurried out of the room, went right for my closet. I opted for a skirt because of the contraption I was currently sporting. I managed to get dressed, brush my teeth, my hair, and pull on my shoes.

  That’s when the vibration started.

  And it didn’t stop.

  My knees wobbled and I stumbled in the hallway, using the wall to keep myself upright.

  “Problem?” Isaac asked, walking past me on the way to the living room.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned.

  He chuckled.

  Chuckled.

  This was going to be a long… Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…

  …Night.

  ISAAC

  “Well, this is quite the treat.”

  I shook the proffered hand, moved in for a back-slapping hug. “Good to see you, too. Talon, I’d like to introduce you to our pets.”

  Talon’s gray eyes trailed over Everly first. “I think we’ve met.”

  “You have. Everly’s a member.”

  “Ah. Training class.”

  Her eyes lowered respectfully.

  “And this is Dante.”

  He didn’t greet Talon, but Dante had already bowed his head respectfully. I was quite impressed. Then again, Everly had given him a quick rundown of some of the protocols of the club on the way here.

  “Where’s that mischievous brother of yours?” Talon asked.

  “He’s around here somewhere.”

  “You planning to scene tonight?”

  “We are. Ian reserved a room for him and Everly.”

  “Perhaps I’ll have to check it out.”

  “You should. She enjoys being watched.”

  “In that case, I’ll definitely be there. I’ll even bring a few friends.” He smacked my shoulder. “I’ve got rounds to make, but I’ll see you up there.”

  When Talon strolled off, I guided Everly and Dante through the dungeon, pausing every so often so they could watch one of the scenes. Ian joined us while we were observing a particularly intense spanking scene. He came to stand behind Everly, his hands curling over her shoulders. He’d been thrilled when I’d given him the controller, letting him know he was in charge of it tonigh
t. I’d also warned him that she would earn punishment if she came without permission. He assured me he’d personally take care of it should the opportunity present itself.

  It was then I’d seen the glint in my brother’s eyes. Perhaps it had been there before, and I’d missed it. He was enjoying spending time with Everly since Heaven had left. In fact, I’d go so far as to say he was relieved to have the opportunity. I honestly hadn’t expected it. And while I wasn’t sure how to process it all yet, I was glad to see they were enjoying their time together.

  For the next half hour, Ian and I took them around, introduced Dante to the club’s Masters, let them watch scenes. After taking them up to the main floor, hydrating them, it was time to get the room we’d reserved. I could see the sparkle in Everly’s eyes. She was excited, even though she had no idea what Ian had in store for her.

  As we crossed the second floor, a couple of Doms glanced her way, eyeing her appreciatively. It certainly hadn’t been the first time tonight, including quite the interest from a few Doms I knew she had played with in the past. And while I wasn’t jealous that they’d had the pleasure of being with her in the past, nor did I care that they were watching her now, I was going to ensure they knew she was spoken for the next time we came.

  “Right this way,” Ian said, motioning into the room.

  “Everly, kneel,” I instructed.

  I placed a hand on Dante’s back, looked to my brother. He nodded.

  “You and I … we’re going to have our own scene. Somewhere a little more private.”

  “It would be my pleasure, Master,” Dante said softly.

  “We’ll have a good time without you. Won’t we, my little fairy?”

  “Yes, Master Ian,” she replied eagerly.

  “We’ll meet you at the bar in one hour,” I told Ian as I pulled the door closed.

  I walked across the second floor to another door that was closed with a sign that read: RESERVED BY ISAAC STOKES. NO VIEWING OR INTERRUPTIONS ALLOWED.

  I flipped on the lights, signaled for Dante to precede me into the room.

  “You’re probably wondering why I’ve separated you.”

  “It might’ve crossed my mind, Master.”

  I closed the door, ensured the viewing window was closed appropriately.

  “While the club monitors will check in at their discretion, I’ve asked for complete privacy otherwise.” I walked around Dante. “My objective tonight is to show you proper protocol in a club. To give you the full experience in a safe environment. While I don’t have a problem with Everly witnessing this, I wanted you and me to have this time alone. What questions do you have for me?”

  “It’s not so much a question, Master.”

  “Speak candidly, Dante. That’s the only way this’ll work.”

  His eyes lifted, met mine. “I know you’re bothered by my past.”

  I held up a hand. “First of all, yes, I am bothered by your past. You never should’ve been subjected to that. Not as an adult and certainly not as a child.” I stepped in, maintained eye contact, my voice dropping an octave. “I’m bothered because I want to kill the bastard who dared touch you. Every one of them, including that poor excuse for a man who fathered you. I, however, am not bothered by you. But I feel it’s important you experience a scene without observation, interference, or interruption by anyone. That includes Everly and Ian. This is between me and you. Only us.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “For what?”

  “For not treating me like blown glass, for not thinking I’ll fall apart. I’m stronger than I look.”

  I gripped his jaw. “You’re the strongest man I’ve ever met, Dante. Both your physical strength and your will. No man measures up to that.”

  His chin wobbled for a second, but he recovered, swallowed hard.

  I took a step back. “Tonight, I’m going to be asking your color often. If at any time you want me to stop, either red or stop will work. If at any time I don’t think you’re in the right headspace, I will quit, understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “If you’d like me to relay the scene to you prior, I will. Until you’re comfortable with me.”

  He shook his head vehemently. “No, Master. Please. I trust you. I want this.” He swallowed again, his eyes imploring me. “I trust you.”

  “Then I’m trusting you to know your limits. Red or stop. Either one. At any time. Nothing I’ll do tonight is a hard limit. Whether or not that’ll change after we’re through is something you and I will work on. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I walked over to the table, retrieved the envelope I’d had delivered there earlier. I tore through the flap, flipped open the paper, and skimmed the words. I glanced at the sheets behind it, then turned and took them to Dante.

  “These are the blood test results. Yours, mine, Ian’s, and Everly’s. They’re all clear.”

  There were tears in his eyes, but right before my eyes, he willed them back. “Thank you, Master.”

  I took them when he passed them back, leaned in, and kissed him. “Going forward, I won’t be using protection with you unless you have a problem with that.”

  “No, Master, I don’t have a problem.”

  After returning the papers to the table, I retrieved the blindfold.

  “This is about trust tonight. You tell me you trust me. I’m asking you to prove it.”

  He glanced at the blindfold. “It would be my pleasure, Master.”

  I swallowed down the emotion that clogged my throat. When I told him he was the strongest man I’d ever known, I wasn’t blowing smoke up his ass. To know what he’d been through and to have his trust … that was humbling.

  “I want you to strip, then we’ll get you restrained. After that, I’ll place the blindfold on you.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  As I moved over to the leather sling I’d had set up prior to our arrival, Dante stripped off his leather shorts, placed them on the stool by the door.

  I patted the sling.

  “Sit, then recline.”

  Once he did, I assisted him in getting his feet in the leather cuffs that hung from the top. They would keep his legs up and spread wide, leaving him fully available to me in every way. Once his feet were secured, I moved around to his head.

  “Left arm.”

  Dante raised it above his head, allowing me to use the padded cuffs hooked to the chains that connected to the top bar.

  “Other arm.” I positioned it, fastened the cuff, then placed a leather-covered pillow beneath his head to keep him propped forward.

  I walked around, ran my hands over the restraints on his wrists and feet, ensured everything was secure and that there was no risk of him being injured by the equipment. Once I was satisfied, I took the blindfold I’d tucked into my pocket, then placed it over his eyes.

  “Color?”

  “Green, Master.”

  “Very well. We’ll get started.”

  His breathing had already increased, but it didn’t seem to be out of fear. More so anticipation, which I definitely approved of. I wanted him eager.

  I started with his cock first, letting my fingers brush over it.

  “You are not permitted to come until I specifically give you permission. Do not ask. It will not be granted. And if you do come without permission, I will punish you when we get home.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Using a small amount of lube, I slicked his cock, then slid a silicone ring on, stretching it around his balls and ensuring it was in place. It would make his cock more sensitive for what I had in mind for him. In addition, there was a prostate massager attached, which would help with stimulation throughout. I lubed it generously, then pressed it against his asshole.

  “This toy is something I purchased specifically for you,” I informed him. “It’s brand new. For the record, I would never put a used toy inside you.”

  He inhaled sharply, moaned as I pushed it in as far as it woul
d go. To give him something to think about, I clicked it on, left it on the lowest setting.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Good, Master.” He gasped.

  I smiled even though he couldn’t see me. I wasn’t quiet as I prepared the next toy. I wanted him to hear me, to be expecting something but not knowing what. I turned on the violet wand, placed my finger near the tip to allow the electricity to arc to my skin. I happened to know quite a few submissives who thoroughly enjoyed this particular instrument. Used correctly, it could and would provide a sensual experience unlike any other.

  I didn’t provide commentary as I brought the wand over, using the single glass electrode with a curved tip. I started on Dante’s forearm, ensuring the skin wasn’t super sensitive to the stimulation.

  He moaned softly as I allowed the electrical current to glide over his skin.

  “Color?”

  “Green, Master.”

  I continued, sliding up his arm, down his chest, teasing his sides, then sliding down to his groin.

  “Too much or too little?”

  “I could use more, Master.”

  I clicked it up a notch, went over a spot I’d already touched. “Now?”

  He moaned. “Better, Master.”

  I continued, moving back up to his nipples, circling them with the arcing current of electricity. He hissed, moaned. Not wanting to overstimulate any one area, I moved back down, making a detour around his cock. I would save that for last. However, I did take the opportunity to increase the speed on the prostate vibrator.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moaned softly.

  I continued with the current, covering every inch of his body. Once I’d gone down both sides, both arms, both legs, and his torso, I moved to stand between his legs. I reconnected the current on his ass cheek, moving it up the back of his thigh, then angled toward his cock. The closer I got, the more he moaned, his body tightening, his cock throbbing. The cock ring was doing its job, making him more sensitive as it kept all the blood where it belonged.